Back from Patagonia

I had the opportunity to go to southern Argentina and explore, for a short time, two places in Patagonia. One was the Beagle Channel the other was the glacier. The trip was fantastic. My daughter and I hiked and rafted and braved the cold weather. We went horseback riding the last morning we were there. Neither of us had ridden in years.

I love to travel it gives me such a sense of well being. I love to experience other countries, other cultures, other people. I have always had a serious connection to history. My favorite literature is historical novels. What can I say, I am in many respects stuck in the distant past. The ability to visit other places has always given my energy and set my spirit soaring. I am enlivened by my experiences.  My daughter has not had the opportunity to travel as much as her brother, but she chose Patagonia over Paris. Any place is fine with me. LOL. And as she trekking one day she threw her arms out in the wind and said, “I feel so free.” I can relate. We didn’t go on the intensive trekking groups as I didn’t think I could hike for 12 hours a day.  The groups were joined were between 8-10 people. Most everyone was in their 20s, and then there was me. Decades and decades….older. But I did not embarrass myself.

I had planned 5 years ago to go on a hiking trip along the Amalfi coast, but my daughter became ill so I cancelled my trip. I had always wanted to go on a bicycle trip through parts of Spain. But the rest of my family voted me down. I think one type of trip I will do involves travelling to places and doing volunteer work. That fascinates me as well.

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What Comes to Mind

I am sitting at my computer having just finished playing brain games. I guess that tells you I am of a certain age. Never mind! I did well in most games and poorly on others. It is a mystery to me. I didn’t realize I was spatially challenged though my husband tells me so. LOL.

I came to post something, and a Frank Sinatra song popped into my head. “The days linger on to a precious few…” Now that is weird. I don’t even like Frank Sinatra. I must admit that the issue of aging has bothered me this last year. I don’t look old, I know I don’t act old, and I don’t feel old, yet I am getting older and older. It doesn’t help that I live in a community that has a great many older people. I do not like where I live. I would prefer to be in a mixed community–diverse in all respects. Looking out and seeing nothing but elderly people depresses me.

My mom, who is soon to be 90 is vital, as was my dad who passed away just shy of his 90th birthday. My mom is at a motivational class today and told me it was very nice. She plays cards, goes to shows, is an avid reader, drives, etc.  She is tough. I need to follow her example.

I was at my husband’s house this AM, that is another story, and he was telling me about a saying someone gave him: Count your blessings.  In my world, that translates into gratitude for what I have, which is quite a bit. I just finished a conference call about a small project I have and in a couple of weeks I am off to Argentina with my daughter. We are going on an easy hiking trip to Patagonia. How wonderful is that!

So, there isn’t anything specific on my mind, but there should be a great deal of gratitude. On this nasty, rainy, cool day I will have gratitude for the abundance in my life.

Returning to the past

OK. I did it. I actually went to my 40th high school reunion and lived to talk about it. There was some anxiety about the trip -what would I look like next to all those others…How would my life fare next to others…BLah BLAh BLAH!

I believe I did fine. I really felt, at least most of the time, just like myself. I have changed so much over the years, as everyone has, that it is absurd to think we will some how be 17 again. Certainly, there were moments when insecurity reared its nasty head. But, those were fleeting moments.

I have always worried about measuring up to some bizarre standard. I am not sure where I came up with the standard, but I do know that it has not served me well.

I can remember discussing such issues when I would see my son trying to measure up against some unknown standard. From my perspective, he exceeded all “high school” measurements of success.

I should remember the next time I am feeling less than, that my “feelings aren’t facts, they are just feelings.”

It was good to see some people.  I am glad that I moved through my weekend with ease and maybe even grace. But, I do surprise myself. After all, I did not return to the past. Instead, I was very much here in the present with people who I knew from the past drifting by…

For that I am grateful.