First tell both your ‘inner critic’ and ‘inner logic-planner’, ‘thank you for your input but I don’t need you right now’, and turn the volume button right down. Then invite your inner observer into your forest bathing experience.
The infamous goat kraal that we had to look out for, to make a right turn in order to find the Namibian border.
...traveling 'blind' in the wilderness is very exciting on the one hand but when we realized we were lost and didn't know where we were or when we would find a place to sleep it was very anxiety provoking. This type of situation asks me to reach deep into myself...
Our trip was in 2013 but these days what with global warming, carbon emissions and the like we would want to consider the amount of animal protein we eat and what we would replace it with. What we considered eating simply then would not be what we consider it to be now. This would make a very interesting discussion if anyone would like to comment.
How do we bridge the gap Created by anxiety or anger The emotions that ripple-effect Pushing back I can’t reach or won’t reach Till I resolve to make a way Coming forwards Owning my baggage Acknowledging the impact on you Only as we want to work together no ifs' or buttes Only as we let … Continue reading Together we bridge the gap.
It was a steep learning curve setting up camp in the half dark not knowing where anything was: you could hear my very ill-tempered mutterings from within the lug-boxes, 'I can’t find anything'... 'where are the matches?' as I frantically waded through eating utensils, pots and food.
It was raining in Cape Town. I had packed but Derek still needed to make his lists for camping gear and car gear. Derek had been sorting out the ‘gadgets'. The laptop had stolen hours from Derek’s packing time as it had crashed the day before. I had saved all my research of places we … Continue reading An African Trip, Day 1: 30th May 2013
Finding myself unfit for hiking and activities needing agility didn’t come upon me out of the blue, like my cancer did. It crept up so insidiously it conned me into thinking I had more time. Yet there was a point, three years ago, when had I recognised that I was in poor condition. I had … Continue reading Finding my fitness.
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