Total for 6-day hikeathon, I walked 102.64 and climbed 15,539ft.
Fortunately I was in pants not a skirt and I forged through. As I did, a wisp of song went through my mind (I cannot discover where it comes from but it went “I would swim through an ocean for you and for me, I would swim through an ocean for you” or was it “ I would walk through a desert for you”?). I was singing it to that spot of radiant warm earth basking in the sun in front of the tree: “I would walk through these nettles for you.”
And after the sun rose and the sky was overcast, I found myself cherishing the momentary patches of sunlight in the woods (photos 4 and 5).
I was struck as I left the park to walk toward Doe Bay Resort by a row of beech trees - impressed that I knew their names (I know the names of very few trees and plants) and impressed by the way they shone (I almost wrote sang) in the early morning sun. (Photo 5).
I liked that the Doe Bay sign (photo 6) had a sunrise in it and that I took a photo with the morning sun behind it.
If summer means one thing to me, it is these moments of being I associate with silence, stillness, and sunlight, times when the clock (in the sense of counting the minutes to hurry and do something) stops.
I like noticing relationships between trees. They seem to compete with one another for light but also to support one another. The same challenge we humans face. I contemplated the embrace of two trees during my first rest stop and inverted pose this morning (photo 9)
I had a whole imaginary conversation with my niece about how unlikely I was to find hair ties on this remote trail (my niece Josie Angel had beautiful long thick black hair and used a lot of hair ties which her cat stole and played with. When her mother finds hair ties she imagines they are messages from Josie from the spirit world and she has inspired me to watch for such messages too). So you can imagine my delight when, within 10 minutes of the end of my summer hikeathon, I came across a yellow hair tie. So let’s end this blog with photo 10, and I hope to see you on the trail somewhere sometime again - thank you for walking with me.
Dear Trail Friends,
In addition to the theme of today’s hike (crossing back and forth between the SE Boundary Trail and the Mount Pickett Trail on the connector trails between them, and crossing the park boundary to visit and return from Doe Bay Resort), I associate the title of today’s hike (and blog) with the summer solstice, hence our crossing into summer, the earth “crossing” the point of maximum tilt (of the northern hemisphere) toward the sun, our days crossing from lengthening to shortening, the sun from its highest position in the sky.
As I was hiking today it was mostly overcast and the moments of sun were very welcome. For my last rest stop, I realized I wanted to find a tree I could lean my legs against in inverted pose that would be in the sun. It’s actually hard to find a tree with a level area beside it and no protruding roots or rocks, let alone such a tree in the sun (when the sun might disappear behind clouds at any moment) so I knew the odds were against me, when I spotted the perfect tree - of course I had to walk through a small sea of nettles to get there. (Photo 1)
Fortunately I was in pants not a skirt and I forged through. As I did, a wisp of song went through my mind (I cannot discover where it comes from but it went “I would swim through an ocean for you and for me, I would swim through an ocean for you” or was it “ I would walk through a desert for you”?). I was singing it to that spot of radiant warm earth basking in the sun in front of the tree: “I would walk through these nettles for you.”
During my break I felt myself enfolded in the particular quality of silence and stillness I associate with the green world and summer. Nettle leaves fluttered in the breeze. There was a gentle hum in the air. The sounds and movement seemed to deepen the quality of silence and stillness. I was immersed in a moment of pure absolute “being.”
It occurred to me that I had hoped this hikeathon might help me “digest” the meaning of all the memories, thoughts and feelings stirred in me by the Europe trip and my college reunion. Instead it brought me to a moment of simple being in the present.
There was a lot of difficulty on this hikeathon. It was not by a long shot all ease. Yet I had a sense of how willingly I would metaphorically “walk through nettles” - face the stings - to experience a moment like this of pure being.
I was much too exhausted during this hikeathon to keep a daily blog. I hope to write a little for each day, now that I have completed the whole hikeathon. I certainly questioned whether I could complete the hikeathon at all, when I was so exhausted on Tuesday and had bad back pain. I am glad I finished it and glad to be reminded that the heart of hiking really exists for me in these moments.
I was keenly aware of the sun today. I found myself walking straight into sunrise (photo 2)
And after the sun rose and the sky was overcast, I found myself cherishing the momentary patches of sunlight in the woods (photos 4 and 5).
I was struck as I left the park to walk toward Doe Bay Resort by a row of beech trees - impressed that I knew their names (I know the names of very few trees and plants) and impressed by the way they shone (I almost wrote sang) in the early morning sun. (Photo 5).
I liked that the Doe Bay sign (photo 6) had a sunrise in it and that I took a photo with the morning sun behind it.
If summer means one thing to me, it is these moments of being I associate with silence, stillness, and sunlight, times when the clock (in the sense of counting the minutes to hurry and do something) stops.
Another way this theme emerged today was in noticing how some trees grow, literally bending over backwards to grow toward the light. It reminds me of swimming through nettles to get to a spot where I can feel a moment of summer. Sigh. Photos 7 and 8 show two such trees, bowing and bending to reach the openings between trees where they can find light.
I like noticing relationships between trees. They seem to compete with one another for light but also to support one another. The same challenge we humans face. I contemplated the embrace of two trees during my first rest stop and inverted pose this morning (photo 9)
I had a whole imaginary conversation with my niece about how unlikely I was to find hair ties on this remote trail (my niece Josie Angel had beautiful long thick black hair and used a lot of hair ties which her cat stole and played with. When her mother finds hair ties she imagines they are messages from Josie from the spirit world and she has inspired me to watch for such messages too). So you can imagine my delight when, within 10 minutes of the end of my summer hikeathon, I came across a yellow hair tie. So let’s end this blog with photo 10, and I hope to see you on the trail somewhere sometime again - thank you for walking with me.
I originally ended this blog here but as I reread it I feel sad. I am aware that I am deeply tired in a way that makes me wonder (for the first time) if the hikeathons and blogs will not also come to an end (as they surely will, of course, if not now, sometime).
I think about summer, the moments, and about the flow of water and life, and the nursing logs and new life growing out of the old. I think also of the prayer from Dag Hammarksjold that a classmate/pastor offered at our 50th reunion - my paraphrase - “to what has been, thank you. To what is coming, yes.”
Much of my life has been lessons in letting go, something that doesn’t come easily to me. Letting this blog go makes me think of the final task of life, letting go of what we love in life, trusting the mystery of the flow of life, including our own aging and death.
When I was looking through Judy’s cards for the one about water, I came across this one that for me is about letting go and trusting. The young bird makes me think of the raven with the blue of the sky in its eye. I guess I am thinking of the summer feeling, trusting enough to let it be and let it go. Let it fly to wherever it is going. So let’s end now (and thank you for walking with me, and may we meet on the trail again) with the back and front of Judy’s card - photos 11 and 12.
Wow, I'm really having a hard time letting this blog go. Here I am again, with one more after-thought. I am remembering my grandfather's last days when in 1972. He was lying in bed in semi-coma, and my Aunt Mary, his oldest daughter, leaned over him, whispering "Let it go, Father, let it go. Its a beautiful butterfly and it wants to fly free."
I was 25 years old, and it was my first time witnessing death. I decided then that one of my goals in this life would be to live in a way that would allow me to die at peace. I have kept it in mind ever since. Every letting go is practice for death.