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”)
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,…
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.…
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…
Happy Valentine’s Week everyone. While most of the consumer culture would have you believe that this is a time to celebrate and show your appreciation for the romantic love you have in your life, I’m here to tell you that, no; what you need to be worried about is whether or not you’ve found yourself…
It’s been quite a week-tumultuous to say the least-and while I have many thoughts about recent political events and actions, I am choosing, instead to share a little poetry with you. When I am troubled I tend to turn to poetry, and while it doesn’t always come out of my brain, every once in a…
by Molly McCahan