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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Learning to Fall (and Other Cliched Crap)
The sunlight dappled through the beech trees as I twisted my foot back and forth on the rock ledge, inching my toes slowly to the right, closer to the chained anchors at the top of the climb. The humidity of June was heavy that day at Rumney Rocks, and my already sweaty hands struggled to…
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I Might Be Starting to Understand This Whole “Skiing” Thing
Around this time last year, I was in Bozeman, MT, and a friend of mine invited me to go skiing with him. Most normally functioning people who grew up skiing in NH would probably have jumped at the opportunity to have a sweet ski day with a buddy, but my reaction was simply horror. I…
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A Note to Readers
You may have noticed that I failed to publish a post yesterday contrary to my usual schedule. For that, I apologize.
Recieving Time
by Molly McCahan
Recieving Time 