"Navigating past an oncoming car needed skill. Navigating past an oncoming logging truck needed prayer." - so true! Thanks Mark - I really enjoyed this meander over time (and the washed out photos to go with).
I remember having the feeling of being lost as a youngster. It was at the beach, and it was a bit rare for us to go there, because we lived reasonably far inland. My Grandfather loved the beach and went for long walks, and that day I went with him. We walked until I didn't recognise the landscape anymore, and the rest of family were out of sight - we kept going, and then there were no people to be seen anywhere. He just kept walking, but the emotional discomfort of being so far away from the "known" became too much for me, so I said I was going back. He was ok with that, so I turned and ran. But I remember a kind of curious experience while running back: of a separation between my emotions and my mind. My emotion was a little panicky so I wanted to sprint, but my mind said "pace yourself", because I knew it was a long distance to run. And even though my eyes were telling me I was lost my knowledge was that, by keeping the ocean to my left, if I kept moving I would definitely be "found" again. I just had to trust the logic/suspend my emotional disbelief and stay the course.
Thanks heaps for sharing your memory of this Camille. Really interesting how you cognitively able to calm your emotions. But also, you trusted that gut sense that you didn’t want to go further, which took courage. Culture often teaches us not to listen to our instincts right?
"Navigating past an oncoming car needed skill. Navigating past an oncoming logging truck needed prayer." - so true! Thanks Mark - I really enjoyed this meander over time (and the washed out photos to go with).
I remember having the feeling of being lost as a youngster. It was at the beach, and it was a bit rare for us to go there, because we lived reasonably far inland. My Grandfather loved the beach and went for long walks, and that day I went with him. We walked until I didn't recognise the landscape anymore, and the rest of family were out of sight - we kept going, and then there were no people to be seen anywhere. He just kept walking, but the emotional discomfort of being so far away from the "known" became too much for me, so I said I was going back. He was ok with that, so I turned and ran. But I remember a kind of curious experience while running back: of a separation between my emotions and my mind. My emotion was a little panicky so I wanted to sprint, but my mind said "pace yourself", because I knew it was a long distance to run. And even though my eyes were telling me I was lost my knowledge was that, by keeping the ocean to my left, if I kept moving I would definitely be "found" again. I just had to trust the logic/suspend my emotional disbelief and stay the course.
It left an impression.
Thanks heaps for sharing your memory of this Camille. Really interesting how you cognitively able to calm your emotions. But also, you trusted that gut sense that you didn’t want to go further, which took courage. Culture often teaches us not to listen to our instincts right?