Monday, July 30, 2012

Inner Strength

Friday, July 20, 2012

I could not put this book down but I tried to make it last four days. I am attempting to savor something that it is not something that is hundred percent easy to ingest.

I read memoirs, a lot. Everyone has a story to tell. Brian Castner, (His Personal webpage and blog) an Air Force EOD officer tells his story is uncomfortably familiar.

On page 33 – I did not see it coming. His friend died in country. I read the last few sentences, put the book down and went to yoga.  Only to read later that he find peace in Mountain Pose - tadasana.

Page 47 – I think about this all the time. “Everything about Iraq sucked. I loved it.”
I understand that.

New Yorker Review

Read this book.

Pass this book along.

Support the Brian Castner’s of the world.

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Thursday, July 19, 2012

thoughts

I believe I literally have hundreds of thoughts that I cannot share with anyone each week.. Why is that?
They churn and churn - taking on new shapes and thoughts.

I am looking forward to walking for miles under the Wyoming sky hopefully thinking about nothing...

Once in awhile when I am on my mat I can think about nothing and it is perfect.

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Monday, July 09, 2012

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Perspective and the art of saying nothing.
Last night, I was talking about going backpacking and how I am preparing to go on a four day women’s backpacking adventure. Women's Veteran Backpack Expeditions

He started warning about backpacking and camping in the rain and how that the weather can really ruin plans and your gear can be soaked. Very cautionary in nature.

I just laugh. Why? He has no idea the of the Army motto “It is not training unless it’s raining”. I have learned the hard way more than once about leaky tents, rucksacks in water and soaked jungle boots. For some reason my cot has ended up under the leaky spot more than once. Granted I am not an Infantry soldier and have not rucked across countless grid squares but I get it. I stepped in trenched and been soaked more than once.

Early on as a young private (a long time ago) I packed my rucksack and did not put my things in the wet weather bag first. You can imagine how that turned on. Valuable lesson…. I will always instantly recognizes the smell of wet poncho – it stays with you.

I will say the gear is better now, more functional, more rain retardant! But the rain finds the training.

life is funny.

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