My reading of this post, even though it’s a year and a half later, is so very timely to me. The details of your temporary separation with your backpack, a wrong train, times not aligning, etc., was truly a bit nerve wracking to me. But knowing that you have future posts while I read this, I knew everything worked out somehow!
My “timely” reading of this post relates to your final paragraph where you speak of living your best life in the moment (paraphrased because I can’t go back and reread while I write this 🙃). Right now, with all that is happening in our country/world, this was a perfect reminder of how I should be living in this present moment. No one knows when or where their last breath will be (and as I near 67 years old it is something that I have become more mindful of), but we cannot live in fear or anxiety of that moment. Rather, we need to live in THIS present moment, and relish it to the fullest. Thank you for your insight, wisdom, and encouragement.
Such a thoughtful comment, Paula! It is so difficult to negotiate these times, but living in each present moment as it comes is grounding when I manage to do it.
I was on edge the whole time. I am so glad you were reunited with your pack and no one was hurt. It's nice to realize that even though things went awry, things recalibrated, as they usually do. I know that feeling very well, when everything just feels too much, why am i doing this, do i keep going? I am in aw of you and your adventures. That you keep moving forward, your mind and your body, because that is all we can do in this life.
I was hoping that fessing up to the struggles of what I am doing might help provide a foil. to pop any illusion that might form while reading of the idyllic journey presented in the curated Facebook posts. Just as life in general is just not easy, what I am doing is not easy.
Art evokes emotion and I was anxious reading this. At some points, I suspect, when you did, my lens shifted, I took a deep breath and equilibrium resumed.
Thanks, Monica!! That is precisely what I was hoping to accomplish when writing. I just wanted people to feel what I felt and make the discoveries I made in real time just as as I discovered them.
Each breath is a gift. Where our last one will be taken is unknown. Enjoy the moment. Live the moment. ❤️
Dear Peter,
My reading of this post, even though it’s a year and a half later, is so very timely to me. The details of your temporary separation with your backpack, a wrong train, times not aligning, etc., was truly a bit nerve wracking to me. But knowing that you have future posts while I read this, I knew everything worked out somehow!
My “timely” reading of this post relates to your final paragraph where you speak of living your best life in the moment (paraphrased because I can’t go back and reread while I write this 🙃). Right now, with all that is happening in our country/world, this was a perfect reminder of how I should be living in this present moment. No one knows when or where their last breath will be (and as I near 67 years old it is something that I have become more mindful of), but we cannot live in fear or anxiety of that moment. Rather, we need to live in THIS present moment, and relish it to the fullest. Thank you for your insight, wisdom, and encouragement.
Such a thoughtful comment, Paula! It is so difficult to negotiate these times, but living in each present moment as it comes is grounding when I manage to do it.
Oh man, Peter, the tension of losing the pack was almost too much! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you, Stephen! I wanted people to feel what I was feeling when I felt it in what was happening.
I was on edge the whole time. I am so glad you were reunited with your pack and no one was hurt. It's nice to realize that even though things went awry, things recalibrated, as they usually do. I know that feeling very well, when everything just feels too much, why am i doing this, do i keep going? I am in aw of you and your adventures. That you keep moving forward, your mind and your body, because that is all we can do in this life.
Thanks so much, Vanessa. So much yet to discover!!
I was hoping that fessing up to the struggles of what I am doing might help provide a foil. to pop any illusion that might form while reading of the idyllic journey presented in the curated Facebook posts. Just as life in general is just not easy, what I am doing is not easy.
Art evokes emotion and I was anxious reading this. At some points, I suspect, when you did, my lens shifted, I took a deep breath and equilibrium resumed.
Thanks, Monica!! That is precisely what I was hoping to accomplish when writing. I just wanted people to feel what I felt and make the discoveries I made in real time just as as I discovered them.