Category Archives: Finding my place in the world

The Exhilaration of Slowing Down

How do you convey an emotion with a photograph? How do you set the tone and allow the viewer to feel what you felt? Real photographers have been pondering and struggling to answer these questions for a century and a half now, with varying degrees of success.

I’m no artist. I take photos for fun. So, my photos may need a bit of explanation to create a ‘feeling’.

Here’s the setup:

I like to mountain bike. David and I love to share being in the woods on a bike with others, so when our neighbors showed an interest, we were happy to show them ‘our’ trails. The day was spectacular. Sunny skies but not too hot and barely humid. Still in high summer, everything was lush and green.

Problem was, our neighbors are 20 years younger and a whole lot more fit than me. Adventure Race fit. Personal Trainer fit. Now, don’t get me wrong, they were as gracious as could be and really were enjoying the day. But, after a couple of hours of desperately trying to keep up with my nice friends, I’d really had enough of being the anchor. The ball and chain. The person who makes the ride last twice as long as it should because she’s so slow!

So, I begged off, taking another route through the woods. I know the trails well so David was sure I’d be fine. David, by the way, can hang with almost anyone on a bike. One young admirer said David has ‘old guy strength’. I would dispute the ‘old guy’ description but David is very strong on a bike!

For a while, off on my own, I rode at my typical slower pace, thoroughly enjoying nature all around me. The birds were outdoing themselves singing their sweet songs. I startled a young deer. After a while, I saw a side trail I’d never used before. I knew it would be short since it appeared to be a fisherman’s trail down to the water. So, I took it.

Around a bend, I stopped. Oh, it was a beautiful spot! Very peaceful and calm and beautiful, beautiful. Time to relax here for a while! Do you ever find yourself somewhere, or perhaps with someone, and get a sense of ‘right-ness’? Like you’re in the exact right spot at the exact right time? That’s where I was!

I pulled out my camera and took some shots. Can you feel it?

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– Jane

The Importance of Summer Evenings – Baltimore Bike Party, July 2013

Deep in winter, when the weather is steely and cold, I dream of nights like this. When the air is a soft caress and the night is inviting. Languid. Delicious. There’s no huddling for warmth; no running for shelter from icy winds. Instead, amid the singing of katydids, the night invites you to stay. Maybe extend your arms into the sultry evening air and take a few spins. Is it the spinning making you giddy or the extravagantly pleasurable evening? Hard to know and hard to care. Life’s delights are to be savored, not analyzed.

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At the midpoint. As night fell, this woman’s dress came alive (with David’s spare batteries to the rescue, as she had forgotten her power source)!

On Friday, we took a ride with the Baltimore Bike Party on such a night. Each month, a bike ride is organized, guided by “The 3 R’s”: RIDE, RESPECT and REVELRY. The ride through Baltimore City as night falls is short. Just five or six miles through wildly divergent neighborhoods. Parks and slums. Mansions and museums.

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We rode in golden midsummer evening light

The thousands of people on bikes make this ride a safe one. Safe enough for even the most timid and safety-minded individuals to take a tour down the hard-bitten streets that are home to Baltimore’s poorest citizens. And those citizens come out onto the sidewalks to view the parade passing by in the warm summer evening.

We, the cyclists, have a unique opportunity to send them some love by way of a happy greeting. A smile, a wave and an invitation to join us next time on the last Friday of the month. Maybe, just maybe, one or two of the folks we see can gather a little hope from us. Or, perhaps they just enjoy the spectacle of thousands of nutty people on bikes shouting, singing, waving, laughing and having a really great time.

Make sure to turn your sound on to enjoy the party!

Can you spot these things in the video?:

– a small person shadowing us, riding a small bike on the sidewalk

– two rats on bikes

– people out on their stoops and sidewalks

Each ride has a theme. This month, it was “Moonlight Madness” with as many lights on bikes as we could muster. (Last month, the theme was the ’80’s. See David’s post). David rigged our bikes with a Dewalt drill battery pack and plenty of LED lights from Ikea. Other folks found ways to add lights, too. Almost all of the bikes were sporting head-and-tail lights. What an awesome pageant of lighted bikes it was! A turn around Lake Montebello revealed the parade to be more than a mile long.

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David’s bike was a sailboat. The red light in the middle is his tail light. He added extensions to front and back to create this fantastic ship in the night!

There’s always a stopping point about halfway through the ride. The revelry starts in earnest here! Meeting new friends and greeting old friends. Lighted bikes were admired. There were some truly awesome rigs! Those so inclined break out the alcohol and make it a real party atmosphere. Even David and Jane partook of a generously offered cold(!) beer.

Then, before we knew it, we were at the end of the ride, in Druid Hill Park. We lingered only briefly in the velvet dark, lit by decorated bikes and illuminated party pavilions. My bed was calling, loudly by this time. A day of driving had preceded the ride for me, so off we went into the night, back to the car and home. But, not without being extremely grateful for a night like this one. A happy, happy bike ride on a beautiful summer evening…

– Jane

Ongoing Re-entry: OR, Is it Healthy to be Adapted to an Un-Healthy World?

Coming back into my “life at work in the city”, I’m once again seen smiling.  My ready smile and health I treasure even more as Jane and I celebrate each other and Her Health!  But I begin to watch and listen to the world around me.  Please join me in what may become a series of posts (hopefully interactive, as I have much to learn) on philosophies, strategies, observations and the desire to continue to grow.  The Trampervoyage continues and was really just a beginning.  My views are working for me so far and I’d love to share them, nurture and fine tune them with yours too.  Please “Comment”, perhaps a dialog will begin on the fine art of survival in modern times.

I’ve been heard to say, “We all skate on the thin ice of good health”.  I fervently believe it.  Physical and mental health are flighting delicate features that we so often take for granted.  Perhaps this too is important; the ice is opaque and all that can go wrong lies hidden where it doesn’t usually affect our daily life.  Full of analogies, imagine walking on a curb, little or no consequence below.  Next, step onto a balance beam.  Only 5 feet above gym mats or a spotter, your fears change your movements and freeze your every step.   Imagine the same impossible steps on a log above a rushing, icy river.    It’s all perception; the same task with a different level of fear.  People who don’t work in healthcare are insulated from all possible fates and infections.  Best they (or we who do see it) don’t really know or dwell on all that bed stuff anyway.  A healthy person would be frozen from action if all of the dire illnesses were at the front of the mind.

Today I will expand on some other emotional challenges.  Imagine two short paths leading to the same safe arrival.  (except that while traveling we can never know for sure about that safe arrival)  In the first, you awake, manage a cursory breakfast, hop into the car noting the light blue early morning sky.  Traffic allows a smooth passage, a few extra green lights, a driver waves you into the next lane, smiles greet you at the parking lot.  The first person you see asks how your weekend was and seems to want an answer.  Smiling and recounting chores done and some fun had, you feel refreshed and ready to work.  Peers all sort of blend in and you feel prepared to handle the challenge of a new day and whatever it is that lands on your desk

The second path includes the same cursory meal, but a bit of dark jelly stains your freshly laundered shirt.  No time to spare, you rush out to the car and try to “hurry to work”.  A near miss has you cursing and thinking what an idiot that “minivan” driver was.  Stuck in a turn lane, your thoughts simmer at how you’ll surely miss the light (and take all of 30-40 seconds longer). Maybe you spill a little coffee.  A coworker pulls into a spot you had just glanced at.  The world seems out-to-get-you.  I won’t expand on the expression you might be wearing and the steam rising above you; no wonder the first words tossed about aren’t so complimentary.  Each of these “little events” can be rationalized into a “nothing”, no big deal.  But chances are good, as they convene, your mental perspective is teetering.  We begin to tell ourselves how the world is.  And our captive brain listens so well.

These two vignettes are played out over and over all day, each and every day!  The struggle to stay afloat and positive is real and constant.  News (I won’t rant too long) and media warn you constantly how dangerous the world is.  Sorry, we just travelled 190 days, never knowing where to park or who to trust and found warmth and welcome in every state.  This piece, though, investigates what we tell ourselves, not what David has to say about the “Good ole USA”.

Various faiths offer meditation, prayer, solace and even touch-able objects like a rosary to guide thoughts to a quiet, unfettered place.  But it is still what we believe and what we tell ourselves that creates the field of our mind which perceives the world around.  An old post-punk band named “X” coined a song with the refrain: “I must not think bad thoughts”.  Not a bad mantra really.

What really brings all this to the surface while adapting to “my old life”, is observing how people interact.  So many of us relish a negative swagger to the re-telling of a story.  Difficult patient or retail experiences seem to beg the retelling and maybe even embellishing.   Many even escalate in commiserating with one another speculating the outcomes of future events.  Forming all the worst scenarios and  getting everyone around worked up in the process.

The shared experience, good or bad, is guided intentionally or accidentally via conscious and unconscious means.  My mother (of seven children), intuitively or by hard learned lesson, always recited “No news is good news”, waiting for siblings to come home late at night, saying “the police would have called by now if anything bad had happened”.   I believe, I too have gained a bit of that quiet, calm that awaits real information before inciting panic or riot.

I also believe the sharing directly between people is largely modulated by mirror cells.  In numerous parts of our brain are groups of cells called mirror cells or mirror neurons.  Scans have allowed us to see empathetic or mimicking activity of a task occurring even as we “only witness” the activity.  Areas “fire” the same whether performing or merely observing a task.  For example, someone walks down the hall carrying boxes, slips a bit, and begins to juggle or drop those boxes.  A viewer, “feels”  for them and turns on areas of the brain responsible for balance.  Reflexes kick in that would stabilize the viewer’s trunk to react.   That same viewer might even initiate a movement to catch himself.   Watching someone cry, can trigger strong emotional responses.  Fortunately, laughter too, is infectious.

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“CLICK” for the UCLA Mirror Neurons article

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“CLICK” for the NY Times Mirror Cells article

Society and learning has been linked to these types of cells.  Empathy, imagining, feeling what someone else feels begins a connection and shared emotion.

HOW CAN WE GUIDE OUR THOUGHTS TO MAKE US MORE POSITIVE PEOPLE?  Surrounding ourselves with constructive people.  Listening to our own reactions.   Jane once had a little bracelet that she would move from one wrist to the other each time she made a negative comment.

I’m convinced it is (unfortunately) much more natural and easier to be negative than positive.  Perhaps cave men and women survived by noting and avoiding bad foods and bad places.  Shoppers today revel in scathing commentary…look at online reviews and surveys.  If we can catch ourselves before speaking, only to make suggestions for improvement or constructive replies,  can we skirt the gripe sessions and celebrated negativity.  Does griping really make us happy?  Does venting perform a purpose?

What makes a good Psychological survival strategy?

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I attended a course in 2007 given by Eric Gentry, about Compassion Fatigue and I’d like to share the 3 lessons learned.  The instructor is a PhD Psychologist and “Traumatologist” who trained the trainers after Oklahoma bombings, the Twin Towers of 911, and after Katrina.  Rather than preaching what he thought would be a good strategy or reciting things from his books, he and his group have studied survivors.  He studied the traits seen in the strongest people who pick up and Thrive in the  worst of settings.  I’ll try to outline those traits as reviewed in the course.

http://www.compassionfatigue.org/pages/nextsteps.html

1) Connections/Narrative:  Use your network.  Someone surrounded with people who care is far more likely to thrive.  BUT, don’t burn them out.  If a chosen partner, buddy or coworker is your main resource they must be allowed to say “No, not right now, I’m busy or can’t get involved this moment”,  Respect the answer and approach later with clearance.  Confidentiality and trust matter, plus the external feedback adds objectivity.

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“I’ve got your back”

2) Relax the Body: Separate actual from perceived threat or danger, self regulation, control your body’s reactions, breathing, relax the pelvic floor.  The instructor couldn’t emphasize enough the weight of carrying stress and tension in the body. Don’t load the system with adrenaline if fight or flight isn’t actually needed.  Chronic sympathetic overload encourages the stress hormone cortisol and it’s hosts of negative influences.  (This supports my general avoidance of violence in film or “action movies”)

3) Self Care:  (Not self indulgence), sleep well, eat well, drink plenty of water, 20 minutes of aerobic activity at least 3X/week, Integrative activity, (music, art, craft, skills and improvisation, more activities to connect with joy, hope, life and wonder).   (My take on this is that we as an organism can’t function optimally, can’t heal, can’t think right in murky states of health.  Our “few pound” brain uses 20-30% of our energy and bloodflow.  Think back to how exhausted you feel after an emotional event, a funeral….not much exercise, but lots of energy spent)

Stay Playfull !

Stay Playfull !

Please send me your thoughts.  The networks possible today can blend and share benefits freely.

-David

Photo of the Week #9

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The open road, leading far off into the distance.

A beautiful day.

“Everything you think you’ll ever need, sitting in the seat next to you.” – Butterfly Boucher

In February, 2013, we cross the Mojave Desert on Day 170 of The Voyage of the Tramper.

– Jane

Road Rage Redux

Now at home, in the crowded Baltimore Metro area, I find myself falling back into some old, bad habits. Rush_hour_traffic_in_Washington,_D.CSpecifically, the tendency to judge other drivers and be mad at them. So many cars in so little space makes for some crowded road conditions. Cars are abundant, omnipresent. I forget sometimes that, in each of these vehicles (usually one person per vehicle, unfortunately) is a human being. Driving a car does not, as we may believe, make a person immediately an idiot. It’s so easy, though, to fall back into that mode.

800px-Photograph_of_Shirley_Highway_During_Evening_Rush_Hour_Traffic_-_NARA_-_546644Driving down the road I find myself angry without much provocation . Angry at the people behind the wheel of all those cars. “You cut me off, you dumbo!” “Where did you learn to drive?” “That was such a stupid move!”  Truth be told, drivers of cars frequently make mistakes. Some are small and irritating. Some are huge and irritating as well as dangerous. I’m not saying that I should be able to ignore the dangerous moves of another driver. That would be dangerous for me!

The question is, how can I ignore, or rather accommodate, those little driving gaffes that we all make. 800px-Signal_korea_3red_and_left_TurnYou know, the small things. Like changing one’s mind in line under a red light and not quite fitting into the new lane, thus blocking my way (as if I’d get far anyway!). Or, forgetting to use one’s turn signal until the last moment or not at all. Any driver wanting to move their car in front of you in the travel lane. These small things are not life threatening (usually) and can be accommodated. I can relax and not let them bother me. Even better, maybe I can even back off a bit to help the person who changed their mind under the red light and move a few inches so they can fit in. Or, give a little wave and a little space to the guy who wants to nudge his car in front of yours. Relax. Smile at the person in the other car.

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So, I’ll take a cue from The Voyage of the Tramper and see my fellow humans, even those behind the wheel, as the lovely, intelligent, capable people that they probably are and give them a break in traffic. 800px-Traffic_jam_Rio_de_Janeiro_03_2008_28It enriches me to be generous. And it just might make someone’s day.

– Jane

All photos in this post are from Wikimedia Commons.