A Relationship with Fear

relationship with fear, letting go

An 18yr ‘boy’ who just left school decided to take a gap year before going to university. He decided to go overseas after much deliberation over financial constraints. He overcame this first hurdle by launching himself in a series of jobs working as hard as he could even doing night shifts to build up the required funds.

Once in Europe his first trip was to Lourdes in South West France at the foothills of the Pyrenees. He went on his own following the World Mountain Bike Cup Race of which he is a supporter and also a rider in his spare time. He knew no french and managed to arrange somewhere to stay and get around by himself. He described the experience as challenging as the area was quite remote as it was ‘out of season’ (for religious pilgrimages). Most of the time he was walking around on his own in picturesque villages with no one in sight once the races were over.

His next trip was Fort William in the Scottish Highlands where he camped out by himself for 2 weeks, he braved the elements and climbed Ben Nevis the highest mountain in the British Isles. He found the rough terrain and breath taking views exhilarating and serene.

This led to him becoming more adventurous as he decided to do the Mont Blanc Tour (solo) which involved wild camping in the Alps, whilst hiking and cycling his way through three countries starting and ending in France. Travelling through the Italian and Swiss Alps involved him navigating the extreme weather conditions, language barrier, maps and mountainous terrains of those countries. Mont Blanc is the highest mountain in the Alps and it took him just under a week. He described camping in random fields in the middle of no-where in the French Alps. On his first day he talked about being woken up in the middle of the night by soft ‘thudding’ noises outside his tent. In fear of drawing attention to himself he remained still until the ‘animal’ passed before going back to sleep.

He described pushing his mountain bike for 3/4 hours on numerous occasions up steep rugged inclines sometimes carrying it on his back where he encountered the bewilderment of a few tourists who thought he was either ‘mad’ or some sort of ‘elite’ athlete. He experienced extreme whether conditions biting wind and rain and in desperation sheltered behind bushes to keep warm. On the last leg of the trip he slept on a bench at a railway station and at 3am was promptly woken by a homeless person who was angry and irate in french by ‘his’ space being taken. The 18yr old was not perturbed by this and simply apologised in bad french and went back to sleep. His story continued and his experiences have been quite extraordinary including climbing the Italian Alps via ferrata style (using a climbing kit and cable) more wild camping in breath taking locations, looking for water source, getting lost, attempting to communicate with remote villagers, hitch hiking with sheep farmers and so forth.

At the end of his trip he was asked three questions?

1) What did you learn about yourself?

“There is nothing to be afraid of when you are with nature it’s just you and the wilderness. It’s ok to set goals about where you want to be and how long it will take you. But if you are tired & fatigue don’t push on – it’s ok to stop re-evaluate – eat, rest and start again you will get there in the end. I wouldn’t do it if it was easy and it felt good to push myself out of the box, people don’t do that and they miss out and sweat the small stuff which is not important. I have met so many people who are genuinely kind and helpful particularly when they know what you are trying to achieve.”

2) What would you do differently?

“I wouldn’t take my bike, I would hike instead and make sure that I’m not out of season when I travel so I could stock up at the next village or town and not be concerned about the shops being closed.”

3) How did you cope with being on your own? e.g. isolation, loneliness.

“It was kind of nice – peaceful you are responsible and answerable to yourself only, the scenery was breath taking you just felt privileged to be alive and there in that moment. A lot of time was spent planning the route, how you were going to stock up on food and water – just generally ‘survive’.”

Whilst it may appear to the reader that the 18yr old was perhaps reckless and too much of a risk taker. What I could tell you of his planning and research it was meticulous. What he couldn’t predict he went with the moment not letting ‘fear’ get in the way but drew upon his intuition, learnt knowledge and hope.

At the end of conversation he had a question for us. What did you guys (parents) learn about yourselves while I was away? my reply “how quickly grey hairs grow!”

As I write he is currently planning a 1000km bike ride from Canberra to Melbourne called the Hunt ride involving 30 or so riders!

Wish him well!

The Gift of Giving

gift of giving

gift-of-givingAs I was opening my gifts from my family – I had a quiet moment of reflection of how much thought goes into it if it’s done from a ‘good’ place as appose to duty bound. For the first time my teenage son who has been working over the holidays since he left school was able to ‘buy’ us gifts. The effort was touching and it warmed my heart when I peeled back the package and it was genuinely what I would’ve liked to have read and it was ‘spot on’ in terms of what I was interested in. Whilst I know that christmas has become more commercialised and I must admit it jars me when stuff starts appearing in the shops in late Sept /Oct. However having said that it’s also potentially a time that we can truly think about those we care about and what we want to do about it (if any).

‘Forcing’ myself to purchase gifts with thought and care not only focuses me to think about what that person means to me but more importantly to ‘notice’ them – what makes them laugh, what are they interested in, what flavoured their lives throughout the year. Then I go shop!

This year has been particularly testing in the world we inhabit intolerance and anxiety have become frequently used sentiments of the day. Talking ‘nonsense’ about purchasing gifts is not only about adding to the economy of it – it’s the giving of your time, your attention, generosity of spirit (if you have it) which is all free. At a recent poetry event in Redfern last month – A US poet left me with this thought, which I hope will take me into the new year harvesting that generosity.

” What seed do we birth in others – I see you we can be everyone’s smile”

by Sonia Renee Taylor

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Is knitting the new colouring to manage stress?

knitting to cope with stress

Is knitting the new adult colouring for coping with stress?

On a recent shopping trip I sighted some knitting needles and wool.  It immediately brought back nostalgic and fond memories of learning to knit a skill I was taught as a child by my mother and sister both of whom were very talented in this ‘art form’.  I brought them on impulse and began re-igniting that skill.  What I found was a deep sense of relaxation and focused mindfulness on the task at hand.  I was knitting nothing in particular but the actions the clicking of the needles, the feel of the wool twirling round my fingers was strangely calming.  In the same way the adult colouring books have taken off to manage stress.  What was even more interesting was the reaction from my family they were most intrigued and comments such as “you look like a granny” were not uncommon.

It occurred to me they have never experienced me doing anything in a hands on creative way, except only to produce various meals, DIY and the occasional party invitations.  Instead they were used to me sitting in front of a computer screen, reading or writing notes – yet I would describe myself as a very creative person.  In contrast my mother was extremely creative with fabrics including wool, she was always sewing and making things either for us or for family friends.  It was not unusual for her to be making 4 bridesmaids dresses, plus bake a wedding cake and tend to us all as kids.  Although most of it was out of economic necessity, I’m sure she derived a lot of  pleasure from some these activities and a much needed distraction from regular chores.

So I will continue to knit for the time being as a welcome distraction and a source of relaxation from my busy life as another tool for managing stress.

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