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Signs of Autumn

I took this photo several weeks ago while in Ohio. At that time, the mornings were pretty cool, the autumn flowers such as Goldenrod, seen in the background here, were in full bloom, and the mornings had that nice autumn chill to it.

Well, several weeks later and several 90 – 95 degree days later, that autumn feeling has come to Charlotte. This morning the temperature was down in the lower 60′s and at the start of my walk I had the thought: Hmmmm. I might need to consider a jacket soon. :) Though, after a few minutes of walking, all was comfortable and I enjoyed the walk very much.

I, for one, am glad that autumn is here. Soon, it will be time to get up to The Blue Ridge Parkway and catch those fall colors.

 

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Ask any man and he will tell you that saving the ta-tas is a great goal! :) Apparently, many woman think so too, as I saw them with shirts with the slogan: Save the Ta-Tas! Yesterday, I went along with two other Peaceful Dragon students to walk to save the ta-tas. That is, we went on a walk to help collect money for breast cancer research.

Naturally, pink was the color of the day. I saw pink ribbons, shirts, hats, shoes, hair, lipstick, everything that could be pink, was. Fortunately, I was not sporting any pink, though if I were, I’m sure that I would have pulled it off with style! :)

Earlier in the morning I had done my walk with Hobbs. I took a shower, changed walking clothes, and headed over to Southpark mall for this event. There, I met Marcia and Ann, the other PD students. We were about 10 minutes before start and so Marcia took the time to show me some moves that she had learned the day before. Nothing like having a small amount of pain inflicted before you start your walk. :) I say that in jest, of course, because she is very gentle and did not hurt me at all, but they were cool moves! She’s been doing this stuff for more than 10 years. I won’t learn such cool moves until I hit year 5. Only 4.5 to go!
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As the walk started, we merged in with the crowd. I’m not sure how many folks there were, but we were snaking around the streets for blocks and blocks, 5 to 8 abreast. It was an impressive sight.

As we walked the 3 miles, Marcia, Ann, and I talked about The Peaceful Dragon and our training. As both of them have been there so much longer than I have, I mostly listened and laughed at their stories. In the beginning of the walk we became a little frustrated as we were behind people who were, at best, moseying along. We kicked it into high gear, slipped through gaps, and turned on the power! Must be the Tai Chi! Soon, we found the space to walk at our own pace and things flowed from there.

Normally, I walk very early in the morning so as to see the rising sun and escape the heat; however, I wasn’t scheduling this walk, so I had to deal with the sun, which was not too bad at 9:00 AM. The walk went very quickly. When we crested what was to become the final hill, I couldn’t believe that the walk was over already. Certainly it couldn’t have been an hour, but the clock told another story. It had been an hour and 20 minutes! Time flies!!!

Even though I wasn’t an official participant, it felt good to get out there with friends and walk for a good cause.

 

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Heavenly Specials

Many moons ago when I was a young man, I came across different people that had ideas that I thought were pretty far out. Of course, being a young man and “knowing every damn thing”, I summarily dismissed their ideas. Certainly not in person, but in private, in my thoughts. What a crackpot! LOL

One person, in particular, that I remember is named Lanni. I’ve not seen nor heard from Lanni in at least 25 years, perhaps. If memory serves me correctly, she was a little bit older than I was. At that time I was 23. My best guess for her, around 26. She had these ideas that people gave off vibrations that she should detect. So, she would get bad or good ‘vibes’ from people. Of course, we thought this idea ridiculous.

Fast forward a bit to my first ever street shooting workshop, The Next Step, with Craig Tanner. During this workshop, we had to go out into the street and take photos of people. Terrifying … at first. Eventually I fell into the mode of identifying people, without saying a word, who I thought would be approachable and likely to say yes to having their photograph taken. Of the required 30 photos that we had to take within a 2 hour window, I solicited about 32 people and received 30 “Yes” and 2 “No” responses. Before I continue on with my thoughts, I’d like to fast forward to today.
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I work in downtown Charlotte. Each day, I walk 4 blocks to work in the morning, 4 blocks to the parking lot in the evening. I rarely travel down the main street anymore because there are so many street people asking for money. In my observations, I can see that there are people that these people will ask for money, others that they let walk right on by. I, unfortunately, I suppose, am one that cannot make it through the gauntlet without being asked several times in my short walk. For the most part, I am quite satisfied to empty out the few dollars that I have in my wallet and try to help someone out. It’s not up to me to judge how they spend it. I just feel good giving it.

So, what’s the connection? How do we know, or intuit perhaps, who is more than likely going to help us along the way. How is it that I am consistently approached by elderly people in stores where the they ask me for help?

How is it that there can be ‘love at first sight’? Perhaps it is infatuation, but what is the attraction? What causes the rush when the eyes meet and the pulse quickens? Thinking back to Lanni, did she have something? Do we send out vibrations or energy signals that can be felt by another? How are the street people, sometimes different ones that I’ve never seen, able to pick me out of the crowd with such accuracy? Is it a style of dress, a certain look on the face? Carl Jung would probably say that it was a projection, but I think that there is more. There is some instantaneous, bi-directional communication going on. Can I prove it? Of course not. Prove me wrong! LOL!

Of course, I have absolutely no answers, but I do find the mystery very curious. Things that run through my mind. :)

Photo Note: I took this while in Asheville. I told the young lady: You know, I always wondered who did these little signs. She replied in her best televangelst voice: It was Jeeeeeesus! that sent me down to bring you these specials!!!

 

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Along the Tow Path – Akron, Ohio
In conversations with a friend of mine, Maria, who happens to be an Australian, she asked me if I would ever move to another country. We were just talking about the differences between the countries. I told her that I had seriously considered it as a way to retire. There are many expatriate websites where people get together and talk about just this subject. They talk about the cultural differences and adjustments needed to be made to live in another country.

A country is an interesting concept. Arbitrary boundaries are drawn, published, protected, and defended. “Undesirables” are kept out. Borders are strengthened and wars are fought over boundaries and ideals. Internal to those arbitrary and imaginary boundaries, ideals form, from these ideals and ideas, policy forms. A country is born. We become ‘attached’ to that country and apply a label to ourselves: I am an American! I am an Australian! I am a Canadian! Yet, we are all people living within, as I said, arbitrarily created borders. Why is it so important to stay within those confines for life?

US News & World Report listed Cuenca, Ecuador as the number one place in the world to retire, based on budget. Of course, there are other factors, such as health care, but in many countries, health care can be had for a mere fraction of what it costs in the US. This would allow one to have their retirement dollars go much farther. I’m all for it.

During our conversation, I thought that, yes, I could do it. It would have to be an English speaking country, like Australia. I think that I’d like to go there some number of years prior to retirement to work and establish myself, then retire, but I’m pretty sure that I could do it. Also, as countries have their own ideals, I’d want to be in a country that was close to my idea of how to live life. It’d need to be line with my beliefs.

Of course, there are family issues. I wouldn’t go until Tony finished college. I want to be here for that. Who knows, though, perhaps I could work abroad and return several times per year. The best of both worlds, so to speak.

In working in IT, I meet a number of people who have moved for another country, mainly India, and are quite content being here. I think of the amount of courage that it takes to move into another culture, the adjustments that need to be made.

I spoke with a team member, yesterday, about this very subject. He’s been here for 11 years and says that he wants to stay here. He enjoys this country and has in intention to return to India. As I see it, he has transcended the idea of ‘country’ and is comfortable with his decision. He said that it took him about 1 year to get totally adjusted, then it was smooth sailing, so to speak.

That’s the question, would you be able to leave your home country and go to live in another one? I think that I could. Who knows, I might. :)

 

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Can you find me in this photo? :) My cousin, Darin sent me this photo. I don’t know when it was taken, but I guess I was probably about 10-ish. Just wanted to share. Nothing much to say. This photo just brought a smile to my face.

 

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The brothers

I have heard nearly all of my life that every cloud has a silver lining. Until a few years ago, I can say that, honestly, I didn’t really know what it meant all that deeply. It was a nice saying to look for the good when bad things happen, but it means so much more now. It means that even though life may bring what we consider troubles, there is always something to learn from those so-called troubles.

That silver lining
Case in point: In the above photo are me and my brothers. Charles is in the bed: Left to right: Fred, Henry, Neal, and of course, me. Neal is the eldest; I am the youngest. We were all in Akron, Ohio this weekend in support of Charles. He has stage 4 cancer. It has spread throughout his body and into his brain. Three weeks ago, the doctors estimated that he had about 4 weeks to live. They could have extended his ‘life’ with chemotherapy, but he opted not to be sick for his remaining days. Radiation, another choice, could render him blind, again, he declined and asked to be sent home. They sent him home with morphine to control the pain, that’s all. All of rallied around him to go and be with him; to lift his spirits. So, what’s so good about it? Where’s the silver lining?

All of us live in different places. I live in North Carolina, Charles and Fred in Ohio, and Neal and Henry in Tennessee. I see Fred and Charles most every time that I go to Akron, about 2 times per year. Sadly, I have not seen Henry or Neal in over 20 years! Yes, my own brothers. However, I do talk to Henry a couple of times/month and have made a promise to visit in November. Everyone got busy with their own lives, raising families, etc. This event, though sad it may seem, brought us back together. I also got to see my sister, Alice, who I had not seen since 1995, some 15 years ago. We had a good time with Charles, cracking jokes, well, just being brothers.

If you want to know what being in the moment looks like, look into the eyes of a man who has been told that he has precious few weeks to live. There were several times when I was holding Charles’ hand that the peered so deeply into my eyes, deep into me, yet, not through me, that it brought tears to my eyes. Not tears of sadness, necessarily. I’m not sure what the emotion was, perhaps happiness for that moment of bonding. It seemed like he was trying to take in every detail, crack, crevice, bump, line in my face so that he could remember it for ever, so that he could take it with him. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, but very peaceful. He kept saying to me that he was glad that I came back and that “It’s alright now. It’s alright now.”. I’m not really sure what he meant by that, but it was a special moment. I’ll have to ponder that.

Always a lesson
What did I take away? The lesson that has been shown to me time and time again. Don’t be afraid. Don’t hesitate. Don’t put it off until tomorrow, for who knows, there may not be a tomorrow. Laugh, live it up, have a good time. Enjoy life. Tell your family you love them, your friends, too. Call. Send a letter … wouldn’t that be a lovely surprise, a hand-written letter.

If you are holding a grudge, for whatever reason, let it go. Can it really be worth holding on to? As it is said: No one is promised tomorrow.

It was indeed an odd feeling to leave my brother, knowing that, quite possibly, it would be the last time that I’d get to see him. It was hard to leave.

Didn’t want to come off sounding preachy, just wanted to share a few lessons.

Paul

 

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From this morning’s walk

The history of Paul and shoes.
From the time that I was a baby, according to my mother, in a conversation that we had many, many years ago, I never liked shoes. She said that, as a baby, I would always ‘fuss’ when she put on my shoes. As a toddler, I untied my shoes and took them off. From my memories, whenever I got home, the first thing that I would do is take off my shoes, kick them into a corner, and ‘be free’. When school let out for the summer, I don’t think that I ever put on a pair of shoes unless I absolutely had too. Then, of course, they’d come off as soon as possible. My feet were responsible for many bathtub rings.

Today, not much has changed. As soon as I get off of work and walk to the car, the shoes come off! When I am at work sitting at my desk … you got it, the shoes come off. I guess that I was born without them, so what’s the point of wearing them?

I have seen these shoes around The Peaceful Dragon and other places. Everyone that has them swears by them. I decided to get a pair of them. I went to the store, tried on a pair, and decided to take them home with me. When I got home, I put them on, wore them around for a while, then decided that they were too small. The webbing between my smallest toe and the next, on the right foot, hurt a lot. I took them back and get the next larger size, a 46. Today, I looked up the conversion chart and saw that a 45 is equivalent to a US 12. I wear a 12.5, so the 46 is a 13. It fit well.
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The sales clerk asked me how I intended to use them. I told him to walk about 30 miles/week on pavement. He suggested that I get the Sprint model, pictured here at the right. The difference, primarily, between this one and say, the Trekker, is that the mesh doesn’t come all the way up over the feet. Other models are made for trails and the mesh keeps the twigs and rocks out of your feet.

So, how did they feel?
The clerk at the store suggested that I do not walk 4.5 – 5 miles the first time, or perhaps I should carry a small backpack with my regular shoes in them so that I could change, just in case. Well, I ascribe to the Hobbs methodology model: How are you going to know how it tastes if you don’t lick it?! No! I did not lick the shoe because I am not the least bit interested in how it tastes, but I did walk 4.5 miles with this morning and did Tai Chi with it last night. While doing the Tai Chi, I felt that my balance was much better. I didn’t have to contend with the slightly canted running shoe. Also, my toes could ‘grip’ the floor. As a side note: Hobbs did lick the shoe, but I have no idea if he liked it or not.

This morning, I got up, put the shoes on … now this takes some doing to get the toes in the right place and Hobbs was getting a little bit impatient. :-) Finally, after about a minute, I was able to get each toe were it belonged and we were off on our morning adventure. The first thing that I noticed is that you can feel most everything on the road, pebbles, unevenness, divots, whatever. I purposely walked over sidewalk cracks, divots, and pebbles, just to get the sensation. After that, I just continued on the smooth pavement.

Looking down at the shoe, it’s interesting to be able to see your tendons flex with each step, but the workout felt good. For some reason, I was expecting that my calves would start hurting, or that perhaps the bottoms of my feet would hurt since these shoes offer little in the way of support, save for a small cushion of rubber on the bottoms, slightly more on the heel. I am happy to say that my feet, even at the conclusion of the walk felt fabulous. I felt as if I walked the entire route without shoes EXCEPT that I had no abrasions or cuts on my feet and my feet remained clean. :-)

From what I understand, they last a long time, though I’m not sure how long that is. According to some guides that I have seen, running shoes should be replaced each 300-500 miles. Based on what I walk, that would give me about 4 months of use. Not to bad. I probably won’t use them in the winter, so they should last a bit longer. We’ll see.

Overall, a great purchase and a joy to wear. $80 well spent! Probably the most expensive pair of shoes that I’ve ever bought! Nowhere close to the $150 basketball shoes that Tony likes to wear, but pretty ‘high cotton’ for me.

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