Saturday, December 26, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Wisteria & Jasmin (cont)
This is my conquest, this is my land
This is the heedful understand
That those who defy fear
Fear not the happiness
That becomes clear
And unbelievable near
When you purely believe
You’re not naïve…
With the required reverence,
Absorbed in my own breath
I take in the very own impenetrable
essence of time,
and inhale eternity.
inhale love,
so undeserving of…
This is the heedful understand
That those who defy fear
Fear not the happiness
That becomes clear
And unbelievable near
When you purely believe
You’re not naïve…
With the required reverence,
Absorbed in my own breath
I take in the very own impenetrable
essence of time,
and inhale eternity.
inhale love,
so undeserving of…
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wisteria & Jasmin (cont)
(continuation...)
… an unsuspected slick move,
my right foot on a broken brick.
The insignificant bug squashed under
(oh, but wait, it can't be insignificant, it's part of the story),
and my first glance into that guessed atmosphere...
Ai! but I slip, not once, but six times
six layered bruises on my left knee.
Note to self,
it's never as easy as it looks,
neither harder, something else, it's unpredictable.
I storm the castle,
tight hand grips, and a swift push.
Helped by the momentum, I'm standing tall
on top of the wall
I feel so big,
strong as a loud firm voice
Ahhhhhh!
this is my conquest, this is my land!
… an unsuspected slick move,
my right foot on a broken brick.
The insignificant bug squashed under
(oh, but wait, it can't be insignificant, it's part of the story),
and my first glance into that guessed atmosphere...
Ai! but I slip, not once, but six times
six layered bruises on my left knee.
Note to self,
it's never as easy as it looks,
neither harder, something else, it's unpredictable.
I storm the castle,
tight hand grips, and a swift push.
Helped by the momentum, I'm standing tall
on top of the wall
I feel so big,
strong as a loud firm voice
Ahhhhhh!
this is my conquest, this is my land!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Wisteria & Jasmin
She finds an old washed wall,
decrypted bricks,
In between, little houses for small bugs
and other little creatures,
there is also a possible foot hold, she thinks,
to see what's on the other side, who will see me,
and I’ll know what wonders it confides
I've heard stories of beautiful gardens
hidden by walls like this,
and magical secrets were kept inside
felt, smelled, seen only by the truly passionate ones
oh, I wish to live such adventure, if I take a look...
(to be continued...)
decrypted bricks,
In between, little houses for small bugs
and other little creatures,
there is also a possible foot hold, she thinks,
to see what's on the other side, who will see me,
and I’ll know what wonders it confides
I've heard stories of beautiful gardens
hidden by walls like this,
and magical secrets were kept inside
felt, smelled, seen only by the truly passionate ones
oh, I wish to live such adventure, if I take a look...
(to be continued...)
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Sierra de Gredos
Since the beginning of this blog I've been going through some major transformations in myself. The most important of all has been to get to know myself better, and to challenge myself when I see that I'm being stubborn, week or self-indulgent.
This past weekend I had a great opportunity to be in touch with my most true and powerful self. The one that is not attached to either things or people, to outcomes or expectancies.
Climbing in "Circo de Gredos", Sierra de Gredos, Spain
Pico Almeal del Pablo 2489 metersThis past weekend I had a great opportunity to be in touch with my most true and powerful self. The one that is not attached to either things or people, to outcomes or expectancies.
Climbing in "Circo de Gredos", Sierra de Gredos, Spain
I like to pack and prepare myself for an adventure trip. I like to think about what's essential and leave behind what it's not. I like to think that I can go anywhere, and that I'll be alright because I have everything I need in one single backpack: food, warm clothes, sleeping bag, light, fire, water, plenty of plastic bags and an ipod.
A friend that once lived a whole month in the streets told me that the most important thing he need it when living alone in those conditions, were plastic bags, and I've understood why. This time I didn't had the appropriate shoes, let's just say that to climb on snow and ice with simple five ten guide tennie is not a comfortable choice. So I had to use the simple plastic bags to protect my feet from the cold snow, and it worked. But I won't do it again, because it slowed me down a lot, and with that I slowed don't my climbing partners. So, yes, be fully prepared. I still don't think you need the top shoe, and top clothes, etc, layer up, use synthetic or wool, merino wool is indeed the greatest, good impermeable jacket, gloves, shoes and backpack cover.
So you're ready for your trip, but is your mind ready?
That's the main challenge, and I think it's the one that I need to work on.
When you're going to climb some peak higher than the 2000 meters, you're going to need, not only of good physical endure, but also, psychological strengh. You need to be positive, you need to visualize where you want to go, and then you need to keep your awareness every step of the way. Those strenuous long ascends and descends are very ppsychological. You have to remember that you're strong, that you can handle a lot more than you think. Also, when you feel frightened about some move during the climb, be objective. Ask yourself, if I was just one meter off the ground would I consider this move to be really easy? Are there places where to put my feet, holds to grab on? Be objective, keep your fears very tight, and coach yourself through the way.
In the end, this's what I can say:
I feel free and strong.
I saw beautiful sunsets behind the peaks, and felt the warmth of shy sun rays, finding their way through the clouds. How those moments brought me comfort when my feet and hands were frozen. I felt the wind running strong and pulling me off the ground. I saw the night falling, darkening the entire valley in a slow, deep pass. I saw the distance from above to the small refuge, and felt the closeness to a better me. Sheer simplicity...
I didn't carried a camera with me, so I'm using pictures taken before, by some other wanderers.
Thank you very much
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Develop your awareness...
what you're unaware of,
will inevitably be the place in your life where you're stuck.
psychologist call it selective awareness or denial
think about those tough issues
put your mind to work
if there's something it's not ok,
come on, look at it, think about it,
write about, watch your mind...
you can change.
unconsciously we attract people and situations in our life we don't want.
our mental representations lead us towards a direction
what we believe is what we see
if you think that there's no one interesting outside,
you won't see the interesting people around you...
that is why:
"You must be the change you want to see in the world"
- Mahatma Gandhi
will inevitably be the place in your life where you're stuck.
psychologist call it selective awareness or denial
think about those tough issues
put your mind to work
if there's something it's not ok,
come on, look at it, think about it,
write about, watch your mind...
you can change.
unconsciously we attract people and situations in our life we don't want.
our mental representations lead us towards a direction
what we believe is what we see
if you think that there's no one interesting outside,
you won't see the interesting people around you...
that is why:
"You must be the change you want to see in the world"
- Mahatma Gandhi
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
To be born...
Once a little kid looked into our world and he saw a men holding a gun and shooting another men. Then he saw a multitude of starving children, scavenging for food. He felt really sad, but still curious, he continued to look, and he saw an enormous boat, spilling a viscous black substance that was killing slowly and painfully many birds and fishes. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. He sat down and thought about all those sad realities. What if he could paint that sea again with a bright blue, and clean all the birds and fishes? He wondered if he could prepare a thousand meals and feed the little children he saw with great hunger. He wondered if he could stop the metal bullet, and instead transform it in colorful ribbons. Oh what a difference he could make... and with that thought in his heart, he decided to be born.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Storytelling... a must learn
To be honest, I know so little about dreaming...
so little about flying....
so little...
One of these days, I hope to learn how to tell a story
to really feel the sequence of events...
to feel the momentum
to see it building up,
feeling it grow,
and... wowowowoww!!!! thrilling action...
Start from a simple beginning, nothing too fancy,
an ordinary fact, start building some tension by adding up little facts,
from this thing to this thing, which lead me to the next,
then I did this, then I though, and I decided,
building the momentum, raising questions,
creating moments of reflection
paying attention to details...
ha... storytelling, an art
that can really turn your life around.
By the end, isn't all basically depending on how you tell your story?
so little about flying....
so little...
One of these days, I hope to learn how to tell a story
to really feel the sequence of events...
to feel the momentum
to see it building up,
feeling it grow,
and... wowowowoww!!!! thrilling action...
Start from a simple beginning, nothing too fancy,
an ordinary fact, start building some tension by adding up little facts,
from this thing to this thing, which lead me to the next,
then I did this, then I though, and I decided,
building the momentum, raising questions,
creating moments of reflection
paying attention to details...
ha... storytelling, an art
that can really turn your life around.
By the end, isn't all basically depending on how you tell your story?
Monday, November 9, 2009
Pulsão da vida
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