Recieving Time
by Molly McCahan
“…I think it makes a huge difference, when you wake in the morning and come out of your house, whether you believe you’re walking into dead geographical location, which is used to get to a destination, or whether you’re emerging out into a landscape that is just as much if not more alive as you, but in a totally different form, and if you go towards it with an open heart and a real, watchful reverence, that you will be absolutely amazed at what it will reveal to you…What amazes me about landscape, landscape recalls you into a mindful mode of stillness, solitude, and silence, where you can truly receive time.”
(“John O’Donohue — The Inner Landscape of Beauty”)
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El Potrero Chico Part 2: A Breakthrough
Everything at EPC changed once I met Ryan, and through Ryan, Sean. Ryan and Sean were roommates from Ohio who were meeting a crew of friends down at EPC for a week of climbing multi-pitch. Ryan and I hit up a multi-pitch called TNT, a five pitch 10a. I ended up leading the 10a pitch,…
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Spanish Struggles, Urchin Roe
I had my first exposure to language submersion on my second day in San Juan del Sur. My two Spanish speaking friends and I decided to take a walk up the hill to where Jesus stood looking out over the small city. The night before we had befriended a couple from Argentina, Chaly and Nati.…
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A Shout-Out to Tea and Bread
September 8th and 9th Lake Louise A hike was in order. I left Canmore and drove the beautiful Route 1 to Lake Louise, where, despite the sun in Canmore, it was even colder and stormier than the previous few days combined. There, I went up and joined the throngs of people getting their picture taken…
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Green Mountain, or; I Thought I Left B.C.
Sunny Colorado has turned into cold and rainy Colorado this week because I apparently brought the Vancouver weather back with me. Not that I mind too terribly, though. A rainy day or two is pretty nice, especially when you’ve chosen to apply to graduate school and are spending an inordinate amount of your time trying…
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Corvus corax
The dappled sunlight filtered through the trees as the warm breeze ran up the valley and across our faces. I looked up sharply from my ATC maneuverings at the sound of a series of clicks and pops coming from above our heads. “Did you hear that?” I asked Ilva. “Yeaahhh,” she said wonderingly. “I think…
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Thunder Lake, or; Backpacking Isn’t Always a Sufferfest
“Oh, no, we’ve got a spot up at the end,” Robbie said to the park volunteer waving us into a parking spot. The man snorted. “Yeah. You wish,” he said incredulously. “No, we really have a spot. At least, your buddy up there put a cone in the spot for us,” Robbie replied, and he…
Recieving Time
by Molly McCahan
Recieving Time 