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Letting Go

01/23/2011 by John 1 Comment

Picture of For Sale Sign in front of 20 Chatham Road

Many of you might remember that this blog began with a post detailing Mary and my struggle with whether or not to remain home owners. Well, as far as this home is concerned, I think we may have answered that question.

20 Chatham Road is officially on the market.

It’s not that we don’t like this house. We are quite fond of it. We have spent quite a bit of time and money making the house into the home it it today. Walls have been removed, kitchens remodeled, and furniture rearranged ad nauseam. And please, don’t even inquire as to how many times it took us to paint the bathroom until we finally got it right. You may be wondering then why we are moving and where we are going to go?

As for the where are we going question, well, I don’t know. We don’t really have a clear vision of what’s next. We are still wondering whether ownership is what we want or not. I guess we will have to sort out that decision soon. The question of why we are going did become somewhat clearer to me recently.

It all comes down to letting go.

Why have we been thinking about selling this house for so many years now and not done anything about it? As for me, an answer to that question is that I have been afraid about what would be next. Where will we go? What about all of our stuff? I have learned to hold on to the safety and security of owning the house.

A podcast I recently listened to was on this topic of letting go. It talked about the ways we hold on to things, and that this holding on can become like a closed fist. The issue with having a closed fist is that it can be very limiting. Think about it, what can you really do with a closed fist? Sure you can keep holding on to whatever your thing is, you can pound stuff with it, and wave it in the air with indignation or just while rocking out, but that’s about it. Now, consider an open hand and how much more it can do. It can reach out to others, or be used to make something beautiful. It can reach forward and point towards the horizon. Letting go is about having an open hand.

Though we do not yet know what is next for us, we are looking forward to it with excitement and of course a certain healthy amount of uncertainty. We have had a great five years in this house. As we move forward, we hope to do so with a sense of possibility and with open hands outstretched.

Filed Under: Home Tagged With: mindfulness

Farmers and Sailors

01/08/2011 by John 12 Comments

Sunrise at Picnic Key

Sunrise

As I stepped outside, the darkness of night was punched through with a million tiny pinholes of light. The rays of the sun would not begin to lighten the eastern horizon for another half hour, ushering in a new day, the last of an Outward Bound course that had spanned the New Year’s holiday bridging the time between 2010 and 2011. The dew clung heavily over all exposed surfaces, giving everything a shimmering quality with the starlight providing illumination. I made my way across the lawn of the Sunset Island base camp and looked upon the tents and personal bug shelters, where our students were still soundly sleeping. I glanced up and saw a shooting star blazing it’s short life across the canopy of the universe overhead. I walked more slowly, eyes pointed upwards. Another! At the bottom of the stairs leading into the lodge, I paused, and saw yet another shooting star. The sky above was alive this morning with spent pieces of the cosmos taking their final plunge after a journey none of us could possibly imagine. I turned to face the door, took one more lingering look at the sky above, and then placed my foot on the first stair. The coffee pot was calling, it was time to head inside again. It was time for the sailor to rest, and for the farmer to once again take prominence in my life.

For the past week, I had traveled by sea kayak through Everglades National Park and the 10,000 Islands National Wildlife Refuge with eight strangers and my co-instructor. It had been a good Outward Bound course. For me, the end of it marked the end of a period of many months of movement, of being outdoors. Since June, I have not spent much time in one place for very long. Leading backpacking trips, bicycle tours, and being away on vacation has kept me in motion. Heading inside that last morning of course felt symbolic to me of the larger direction my life will be going during the next several months. The sailor in me was returning from sea for awhile.

Kayaking at Gullivan Key

Kayaking by Gullivan Key

I am back in Asheville today, settled into my favorite chair, and ready to begin being a member of the community of people here. I will step back into the role of full-time student for the semester. I will enjoy watching the winter turn to spring. This is the farmer in me.

This concept of farmers and sailors was brought to my attention by a post I was reading this morning from a blog called The Path Less Pedaled.

[A friend] said, “There’s basically two kinds of people on this earth. There are farmers….and there are sailors. Farmers are the people that take great joy in laying down roots and are comforted by the predictable day to day routine and the dependable seasons. Sailors have to be constantly moving and looking for new experiences. There is nothing more satisfying than the prospects of a new port for a sailor. The world needs both kinds.” I’m not quite sure if I’m either wholly farmer or wholly sailor

I could not agree more. The farmer in me loves my home and community here in Asheville. He enjoys raking the leaves to the curb in the fall and going out to breakfast with friends at his favorite breakfast spot. But the sailor within me just won’t be quiet. He is a restless soul who does not tolerate sitting still for too long.

Therein lies my challenge. Can I convince the farmer and the sailor to work out a compromise? In 2010, I was able to have them coexist fairly well, though always at some level of uneasy tension between the two of them. When one of them is allowed to thrive, the other necessarily must suffer some. One thing is certain, the farmer and the sailor are both a part of me and neither is going away any time soon. And the thing is, the farmer within me learns so much from the sailor, just as the sailor is nourished by the contributions of the farmer.

What about you? Are you a farmer, a sailor, or a little of both?

The Mag, a sailboat, at sunrise

The Mag at sunrise

Gullivan Key at sunset

Gullivan Key at sunset

Filed Under: Home, Travel Tagged With: Outward Bound, sea kayaking

Dog Trains Man

12/10/2010 by John 4 Comments

Picture of a chocolate labrador retriever

Tucker

I’ve got a big brown dog pacing with expectation around my house with a dirty gray stuffed skull and crossbones wedged between his jaws. Occasionally, he brings it right up to my face as I sit here on the recliner, trying my best to write while his nails are clip, clopping rhythmically across the floor. The beast’s name is Tucker, and he wants my attention.

The pacing stops and he goes into his routine. This consists of him sitting in front of me and giving me the direct stare, his big brown watery eyes focused squarely on me with a look that says “OK, I’m ready, what are we gonna do now, I know you must be dying to do something fun with me, can we do something, anything, can we, can we, can we”. After the direct stare fails to move me to action, Tucker shifts his strategy into his sit-down-inches-from-John-and-stare-straight-at-the-floor-looking-dejected pose. I believe the intention here is to try and make me feel sorry for his hardships, such as the fact that we are not currently playing with a rock, or out splashing around in a muddy puddle trying to get as dirty as possible. Poor little puppy, we never do anything fun.

Yesterday I swept what seemed like half his 95 pounds of body weight off the floor in the form of coarse brown hairs. Doesn’t he know that winter is here and he should really consider holding on to all of that fur until at least next April? Additionally, how can he lose that much hair as regularly as he does and still be here at all? I keep expecting to wake up one day to find nothing left of him but a pile of prickly brownness with some ragged old bones poking out of it haphazardly.

Now he’s gotten the message. He’s given up any hope of anything fun happening anytime soon and contorted himself into a curly Q in his chair in the corner of the living room. How can any creature sleep with their nose that close to their ass? He’s lightly snoring and soon perhaps he’ll start in with little high pitched, muted barks, his legs twitching as he runs in his sleep. What could it be that he is running from, or perhaps towards, in his doggy dreams?

Soon we will go for a walk. It’s pretty much the same walk we go on each and every morning since he’s been staying with us. We’ll leave the house and take a right on the greenway leading to the University of North Carolina in Asheville. There’s a wooded spot there where I’ll let him off his leash and hopefully he’ll go take care of his business in private (he is modest in this area of his life, though this modesty does not extend to his propensity to consume other animal’s byproducts when available). Afterward, we’ll continue on around several blocks and if I allow myself to be patient, he will teach me some lessons.

As previously stated, the route we take each morning varies little from day to day, but yet for Tucker, each and every time we go seems to be a new adventure. I’m pretty sure he knows where he is and that he’s been there many times before, but he does not let this detract him from experiencing what he encounters as if it were all new again. You see, he realizes more than most of us that nothing is ever the same. There are new things to check out, such as that little patch of grass he did not notice yesterday, or a new sound coming from the trees to our left, or that peculiar smell emanating from the dumpster by that student apartment complex. He takes each step of that same path open and ready to experience it anew.

A dog’s life is routine. Eat, play, sleep, repeat. Yet in this routine, they find joy. After all, what creature wouldn’t enjoy a big bowl of simulated fish and oatmeal flavored food product consumed so fast that no chewing is required, followed by a roll in cow shit? A dog has little trouble identifying the simple pleasures in their day to day life.

These simple pleasures are all around us, yet we usually take them for granted or miss seeing them all together because we are too busy responding to a text message or worrying about what still has to be done on the to do list. I think discovering what Tucker knows is something we can all strive for, and that something is to find joy in our routines.

Many days of our life may seem at first glance to be remarkably similar to many other days. We see the same places, interact with the same people, and respond the same way we always do to the conditions around us. But there is another way to view each day, and that is to open our eyes and minds to experience the events of our life as if we are doing so for the first time. Nothing is ever exactly the same from day to day. The light is different, the quality of the air varies, and that person we thought we knew so well probably has something new to teach us if take the time to listen.

I have been traveling a lot lately for work and pleasure. I have not had much routine as of late. I think one of the reasons I do what I do is intentionally to avoid routine. I tend to equate routine with boredom and drudgery, and routine can certainly have those qualities. But this is a choice that we make. We decide if we let routine affect us in negative ways. The big brown beast helps me to see the alternative. Tucker has shown me that I can view each moment of my daily walk as a new adventure, full of new experiences which bring with them potential and possibility.

Tucker the dog lying in the sun

Tucker in the Sun. Photo by Trish Haitz, the beast's primary caregiver.

Filed Under: Home Tagged With: mindfulness

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