August 7, 2007

WHEN LIFE HANDS YOU BUMPS

Surf ‘em, anyway.

Little brother riding the bumps down under …

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August 3, 2007

RUNNING IN MIND

My wildflowers are glowing! This is my deadline garden. Verrry low maintenance. Now if I could just find some time to enjoy it, between the deadlines …

My Path today: 90 mins Nordic Walking/running. Lost Lake Trails.

I’m loving these Nordic sticks. And when I run with them, I hold them low like spears at my side and become a Masai hunter running through the long lion grasses of the savannah plain. I’m a Bushman tracker moving swiftly over the fiery ridges of Namib dunes. I’m a first Nations warrior carrying a warning to the next camp, over the peaks, and through the dense forest. Mostly I’m a kid at play. Or just plain weird. Take your pick. But I feel my atavistic energy soar. I feel awesome .

I can say a gazillion things about making one’s body move – run — but as a writer, when you spend so much time in your head and on your chair, it’s good to make a habit of getting back into your body, finding your balance. And I see nothing wrong in thinking like child … where every game is possible. Where faeries and speaking wolves still lurk in the forest and trolls hide in wait under the bridges.

I think perhaps this is the way I get in touch with my ‘girls in the basement.’ This is where they speak to me freely, and with spirit. And running through the woods becomes a physical journey through my own mind.

Okaaay … that would be the men in white coats coming now?? I’d better get back to those deadlines …

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August 2, 2007

LITTLE BEAR

This little guy tried to get into our house this afternoon, just as I was about to leave for my run. I had my camera in hand, and was torn between shooting him close up, and making one helluva noise to scare him off. I did the right thing. Scared him off. An habituated bear is a dead bear.

Then, I took a picture

See the claw marks across his nose and eye? I suspect he’s a young male who has been scooted out my his mum and is struggling to find his own territory with all the big males picking on him. Life can be tough. And this is probably why he’s looking for easy food through my kitchen window. I hope he survives the season without being shot. And I mean by gun. Not camera.

And yes, this is research … I have bears in my upcoming ‘mantracker’ book