Mentor

I decided to join Grand County Search and Rescue.  It’s an all-volunteer group and they provide training for free.  I started going to the regular Wednesday night trainings.  At some point I was told that I would have a mentor to help me with training.  But I have been going to trainings for almost 2 months and I feel very lost and don’t have a mentor to ask questions of.  The trainings aren’t geared toward newcomers.  They are more like refresher courses for people that have been on Search and Rescue for a while.  They are full of words I don’t know, processes, and acronyms.  I feel dumber each time I go.

Then one night I get there and everyone is in snow gear for the strategic shoveling practice.  Apparently, there is an email group that everyone uses to share information, information like, show up in your snow gear because we will be out in the snow for training tonight.  I am not on the email list so I was in jeans and clogs – no where near ready for snow activities.  I felt so left out, so useless, and generally defeated. I tried to watch the training, but soon my shoes were full of snow, my feet were wet and I was shivering.  I lost feeling in my feet and hands and went home crying.  What am I doing here?

It kicked up all sorts of “poor me” issues I have.  The adult in me knows I just need to ask for what I need, but the child in me says, “if they wanted me on the team, I’d be on the email list and have a mentor”.  It’s the old “If you loved me, I wouldn’t have to ask for what I need” game.  No one ever wins that game.  But the battle between child game and adult reason went on for days.  I finally gave up the game and sent an email to the training director telling him I was lost and had no one to ask questions of and that I wasn’t getting emails that would be helpful to know what was expected of me.  It didn’t make me feel better, I felt worse.

Tonight, I still felt defeated and there was a tinge of poor me hanging out, so it was difficult to drag myself to training.  I sat down and immediately Rose came over to me and said “I’m going to be your mentor.  We are going to have so much fun”.  She got my phone number and we made a plan to meet up and go over what I needed to do next and answer the questions I have so far.  Rose is my age, full of so much energy, and just seems like a delightful person.  We ARE going to have so much fun.

This is the first training I left when it wasn’t a blizzard.  As I was driving east, I could see the outline of the mountains, illuminated by a faint glow of orange behind them.  It was a dark night and the mountains would not be visible if it wasn’t for the glow behind them.  It was kind of like impending sunrise, but it was 8:00pm.  Or like a forest fire had set the distant mountains a blaze.  I pulled over and looked at a map.  I was directly west of Boulder.  Boulder is about 30 miles west of where I was, on the other side of the Continental Divide, unreachable by car.  The orange glow was light pollution from Boulder.  Even though it is pollution from a world I am trying to leave behind, it was a very beautiful sight and a great end to the evening.

Front Yard Ice Rink

One of my neighbors had a potluck get together for New Year’s Eve.  I only know one neighbor and she invited me so I could meet some more.  When she invited me, she said, it’s at the house with the ice rink in the front yard.

What?

When it was time to go, I figured I’d just walk down the street until I saw a house with an ice rink in the front.  That shouldn’t be too hard to find.  It was already dark and the temperature was below 0 degrees.

A few houses down the street I saw three kids playing hockey in the front yard.  My neighbors had flooded their front yard creating an ice skating rink.  It had a nice lip all the way around it so the rink was well defined.  The kids were having a great time playing hockey.  I’m not quite sure how you play hockey with three people, but they were loving it.  They didn’t even look up or notice that I walked by their rink and up to the house.  They didn’t seem to notice that it was dark and cold out.  When I left the party a couple hours later they were still in a heated game, skating to their heart’s content.

Now I want a skating rink in my front yard.

 

Breathing Trees

I decided to go snowboarding this morning.  I got to the mountain before the lifts opened.  I wanted to be there early to get some decent time on the mountain before heading back home to work.  Being early, it was also very cold.  But the sky was blue and there was fresh snow on the ground.  I got on the lift and braced myself for the cold ride.  The ground sparkled like someone had thrown out millions of tiny diamonds.  I held on tight to the lift as I felt myself drawn toward the sparkles unable to take my eyes off the ground.  I noticed that I wasn’t cold even though the temperature had to be close to 0 degrees.  The air just felt crisp and clear and you felt you could see forever.  Then when the sun hit the air just right, I noticed that the air wasn’t clear at all.  The air between the trees was sparkling.  There was no wind.  The sparkles were not falling or blowing.  The sparkles were just hanging in mid air.  Tiny ice crystals suspended in air as if the trees were slowly exhaling and you could see their breath.  There was nothing else in the world but me, quiet stillness, and these magical trees sending out sparkles.  I imagined that even though I could not see sparkles above the trees where I was, that they were still there covering me as I moved through them.  This lasted for the rest of the lift ride and the next and then was gone.

Sorry, the sparkles were magic and cannot be captured in a photo.  You will have to close your eyes to see them.

 

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Home

January 4th was a long day.  I keep trying to calculate the number of hours in the day because it fascinates me.  I think it was a 44 hour day.  I left Auckland at 3:00pm and arrived in Denver at 12:30pm.  I went back in time.  So cool.  We humans just made up time.

I remember sitting in the airport texting my friend who was going to pick me up in Denver.  I told him I might cry a lot.  I started crying just from typing the word “cry”.  I’m crying again, now because I typed the word again.  I can’t even tell you why I’m crying.  I’m not sad or happy.  I don’t feel any of the “normal” emotions.  I think it’s just a nervous system reaction to massive change.  It is also a physical recognition of the enormity of what I have done and am doing.

I tried to sleep on the plane, but I was so physically uncomfortable that I maybe slept an hour at best.  I watched 4 movies.  On the flight from San Fran to Denver I was able to rest a little as I had all three seats to myself, but I was aware of where I was and how uncomfortable I was the whole time, so I wouldn’t call it sleep.

Jay picked me up at the airport and brought me Deana’s snow boots and a winter jacket.  I cried less than I thought I would.  It’s so cold.  It was dark, gloomy and -10 degrees.  I miss the snow and cold, but my body isn’t ready for this.  After we got to their house and had some food, I set out to get my phone fixed and make my car legal to drive.  The scariest part was driving on snowy roads and remembering to stay on the right side of the road.  I only messed up once and it was in an empty parking lot entrance so no one noticed.  Over $500 to renew the car tags, including a late fee.  Ouch.  The phone is done.  I have insurance on it which means I get a used phone for free.  (It only took a day to get the “new” phone and it looked like it had never been used).  I did laundry and tried to separate things I would need from things that need to go in storage.  By the time I went to bed, I figured I had been up for 33 hours.

I slept for 9 hours when the alarm went off.  I felt like I should get up and do things.  Then I decided that I should not get up and do things.  I slept for 2 more hours.  Doing things proves to be difficult.  I spent a lot of time standing in the middle of all my stuff, feeling lost.   I got my “new” phone and went to lunch.  I was going to grocery shop, but that seemed an insurmountable mountain.  Plus it’s so cold outside.  I napped.  I did manage to separate most of the stuff for storage.  I feel lost.  I feel like I should do things, but I don’t know what to do.  I don’t want to do anything.  I have a headache that won’t go away – altitude?

I took my car to the mechanic’s to fix anything wrong with it.  The person who leased it did not take care of it.  We are up to $1,000 worth of fixing so far – new tires, new keys, fix hatch back, oil change, fix alignment, etc.  Hopefully there isn’t anything else wrong with it.  Next week I’ll get the interior detailed because it’s just yucky.

I got a lot of “welcome home” messages on Facebook.  I don’t feel like I’m home.  Everything feels familiar, but not home.  It’s not a negative thing.  It’s not like home is good and not home is bad.  Same thing with “lost”.  Lost is not a bad feeling, but a detached feeling.  I didn’t expect that it would feel like home.  I feel like I’m waiting, waiting to know what is next, waiting for reverse culture shock to work it’s way through, waiting to adjust to the time/temp/altitude changes, waiting for all the to-do’s to be done, and waiting to not be lost.  I know home is not actually a place, but is me.  Me is in a major change pattern right now.  I imagine with some time and further integration of all that’s happened lately that I will feel home.  So, I wait, standing in the middle of a ridiculous amount of useless stuff wondering what to do next and wondering why I have so much stuff.

A few people have asked if I will continue my blog.  I think I will.  I think there will still be amazing and silly things to write about.  There are quite a few blog posts I started in the past that I hope to finish.  Some things are difficult to put into words and I hope to find the words.  I think that the integration of this past year will also be worth writing about.  After that, I might change the tone into more of a weekly meditation/investigation tool for those of you reading so you can participate more actively through your growth and learning, instead of just a ride along with my journey.

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Brrrrrrr
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1:00pm so dark
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Starting the unpacking / repacking
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Break for Margaritas

Today was run errands day.  I went for a hike.  Not sure why, but lately when I hike I do it with my glasses off.  Everything is blurry, but I still feel compelled to do it.  Maybe one day I’ll figure out why.  The pictures do not represent the way I actually saw it.

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Ouray, Silverton, Telluride

I had planned a trip to Ouray with a friend of mine that I haven’t hung out with in a long time.  We were going to go climbing and mountain biking and I was so looking forward to reconnecting with him.  It would have been last weekend, but after I made campground reservations, he told me he might not be able to go and he’d let me know when he found out.  Time came and went and he never gave me a definite answer.  So, I made plans to go to Grand County last weekend instead.  The campground let me reschedule my reservation for this weekend and Cynthia and I went.  Again, this is part of my plan to spend some quality time with Colorado before I leave.  It was also great to spend quality time with Cynthia.  We spent a day in Telluride too.  I have never been there and fell in love love love with Telluride.  And surprise! It was the weekend of the Telluride Mushroom Festival.  Oh, small mountain towns…..  I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.

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Flat Tops

I decided that I want to spend my weekends out in nature.  That is the reason I moved to Colorado in the first place.  I want to spend some quality time with Colorado before I leave her.  I started this quest with a weekend with my friend Doug who lives near Steamboat Springs.  We went hiking and 4wd at the flat tops.  We had so much rain this spring.  This is the most wildflowers I have ever seen.  It was like hiking in a botanic gardens.  Well played mother nature, well played.

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