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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

An AWESOME Spectacle of ?

A Double Rainbow Greets and Tantalizes

A Double Rainbow Greets and Tantalizes

? Love, Hope, A Future ?  Sorry, I’m an optimist, but I live in a city where good friends tell you: “You really shouldn’t go downtown and ride your bike in those neighborhoods”.  They are right, you know, we have just experienced a spike in shootings and murders.  Baltimore and we Baltimoreans seem to casually accept our place in the urban competition of gun and gang homicide statistics.  We even had a popular eponymous show; Homicide: Life On The Streets (airing from 1993-1990).  Averaging 300 murders per year we seem to look the other way.  The toll this year is up to 116 already.  Just since last Friday, still counting at 32 shootings with 8 fatalities; young and old, men women and children targeted or caught in the crossfire.  Why would I want to go there on a Friday night after work?

Though I hate to spread fear and bad news, I don’t want anyone to think I don’t calculate my actions.  I was a home care PT for 6 months in these and worse areas.  The families had a universally warm reception, and lived in safe warm nests like your own.  They do face a different reality outside their door though.  It is not so comforting to check out the statistics:

http://crimebaltimore.com

But, there we were.  Hoping for nothing more than a good time.  A couple thousand of us strolling into a battlefield?

My sister and my lovely wife

My sister,  myself and my lovely wife

Cue: BALTIMORE BIKE PARTY!  BIKE PAARTAY!   baltimorebikeparty.com

Our path went into and around areas that have seen better days, but perhaps our presence gives hope for better days to come?

Route:

http://goo.gl/maps/yGBKI

Believe it or not the joy on wheels was astounding.  Neighbor’s reception was astounding!  Smiling people in the gritty, half-bombed-out houses line the streets to watch us roll.  They stood in joy, children at side and in arms.  They lined up as gleeful as we riders.  Smartphones capturing us.  Tablets tracking our wheels.  Videographers turning slowly to create their “movies of us” as we passed through their streets. IT WAS AN AWESOME SPECTACLE OF ACCEPTANCE AND CELEBRATION OF HUMANITY.  Bikes are love.  Bikes are Glee.  Bikes change people, at least in the moment.  Do you remember the first time you rode a bike?

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The Baltimore Bike Party grew from a movement called Critical Mass.  I don’t know the history well, but part of their mission was to draw awareness to the needs of cyclists on the streets.  Trying to be visible and supported in urban centers, add bike lanes and safety.  This couldn’t be more needed still today.  A wonderful, sparkling co-worker was struck by an SUV on her way to work at Sinai Hospital last Wednesday.  She was on her way to help and work with victims of just such accidents.  I rode Friday with her in mind.  Bike Parties are the last Friday of each month, meet at 7, roll at 7:30 end with a party.  Simple enough.  We even hear our Mayor attended this month.

The ride began at the Washington Monument at Mt Vernon.  Themed as an “Eighties” spectacle, many of these riders were conceived  during that decade, some not even born yet.  Some of us were out partying then, some were growing families those years.  The children we were having are counting on us to give them a safe world.  I won’t go too far in my diatribe because surprises are everywhere.  If you “stay home to stay safe”, if you live the life protected, you may miss a few things.  If we live the life protected, don’t we accept the unacceptable norm that spreads as the plague?   The indoor world offers a level, entertainment and televised view of life and the World.  If you just sit by to watch, you may miss the truest spectacles.  There we were on streets that probably had shell casings or yellow crime scene tape within days or hours ago and then…A RAINBOW GREETED US AT THE MID-STOP AT Robert C Marshall Park!  The neighbors again came out and laughed at us in our bike-costume-foolery.  Once again, Whimsy Struck its POWERFUL BLOW!

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A worthy re-post: Who doesn't smile when the unexpected is 3 feet away?

A worthy re-post: Who doesn’t smile when the unexpected is 3 feet away? Whimsy from last month at the Kinetic Sculpture Race…

Everyone wants a safe home.  Everyone wants their kids to sing and dance and play.  Everyone wants to get along.  I believe even gangs grew from wanting to get along, to belong to something.  I want to keep planting seeds even where they may not grow.  (In the near future, you are likely to see this blog/forum as an early connection for social action of my dreams)

I may suffer or die in my own pursuits and endeavors, but I won’t wonder “what’s going on out there?”  I’m just living each day…

...and doesn't every day or good saga have storms hovering somewhere on the wings

…and doesn’t every day or good saga have storms hovering somewhere on the wings

How do you follow an amazing ride where we stopped traffic at every intersection for several minutes as ~1700 bikes rolled through?   Only a very, very few cars (Pardon me, drivers), could be seen with any sign of impatience.  I only saw 2 or 3 cars all night turning around to avoid our spectacle.  Most just parked at the lights, leaning out the window smiling, video-ing, and probably gawking in memory of 1980-something?

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Oh yeah, there was an “after party”:  The Lexington Market was a scene of more “getting along”.  Again, black and white, tan and pale people laughed into lines to get food and beer.  The Lexington Market after dark!  Bikes have taken over the World!   Even the revelry letting out of an Orioles game was no match for a bike party.  There we were.  Ever question the estimates of people provided by news reports.  I counted an average of 15 bikes per rack on rows of 31 racks on the parking lot: 465 bikes.  Thing is, half the riders had gone home by then.  thing is, those rows were DWARFED by the incredible rows and piles and piles of bikes, OUTSIDE of the parking area.  There were SO many more bikes Outside of the parking area….I think 1700 is a way low estimate.  So thousands of people smile Friday night in the city.  And our presence made thousands more smile.  And younger kids grabbed their bikes to join us.  Impressing all with their wheelies, rolling in an around our ranks they became us as we became them.  Baltimore Bike Party.

In my day, it was Richard B who could ride for blocks on his rear wheel

Greeted again with smiles by the kid who could ride for blocks on his rear wheel.  He weaved in among us and we were the ones whose smiles cracked even bigger!

-David

80's Party Style

80’s Party Style

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what Party is complete without Cupcakes?

what Party is complete without Cupcakes?

Bikes are accessible, here are a few links:

http://www.peopleforbikes.org/blog/entry/your_summer_bike_guide

Photo of the Week #11 – The Mysterious White Van

You remember the White Bronco, don’t you?  You know – O.J. Simpson’s getaway car? Nineteen years ago this week, the White Bronco entered into infamy as OJ tried to flee. He didn’t escape his fate. Not then, anyway. He actually did escape his fate later, though, during the ensuing trial. By being found not guilty of the murder of his wife and her boyfriend. Now, in 2013, OJ has a sad little life. In jail, awaiting a judgement on whether he can have a new trial for a mess he got into in 2008 when he was found guilty of breaking and entering.

Enough about OJ. He’s not really worth any more words. But, our Photo of the Week #11 is!

Day 176 of the Voyage of the Tramper 03/05/2013

Trailhead – Zion National Park, Utah

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Another notable white vehicle. Not a white Ford Bronco. A white Ford minivan. And, not infamous, just interesting.

A Google search of  “White Minivans Against Oppression” turns up nothing at all. So, we think it’s a just a bit of wordplay that doesn’t mean anything. A gently sardonic phrase meant only to adorn the side of said white minivan. Painted on there by an artist with absolutely no respect for the sanctity of the American minivan!

Here’s a couple of shots of more good art on the van:

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Thanks, minivan artist, for some interesting pics!

– 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.

"I've got your back"

“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