Wednesday, March 16, 2011

March 13th. Finding a Place to Happen

Your intuition, your inner guidance, supports your higher life purpose, but many of us have a tendency to ignore it. Sometimes, the universe steps in and gives you an extra push with an amazing synchronicity.

I'm pretty sure I saw a golden eagle today. Which is wierd. I guess this entry might be about... life purpose, how you find it, and how it finds you.

Sometimes it's hard to tell golden eagles from juvenile bald eagles, both generally appear as completely dark. But I've seen quite a few juvies over the last 6 months, and they tend to look patchy, whereas goldens, even though they do have some light splotches, tend to appear totally dark in bad light. Who knows. They live in that area, so I'm going to assume it was because... that works for me.

I was in Surrey BC, it was about 8:45 am, and I was driving by a salt marsh. I was listening to "looking for a place to happen," by the Tragically Hip.
I thought, "maybe after work I'll take a drive along the coast and see if I see a golden eagle..." I've thought of March 13 as my 'eagle-birthday' since my first sighting of one on that day in 2005. It was a moment of awakening, and the golden eagle is the bird the 'Phoenix' is based on - symbol of rebirth, so it's kinda like a birthday.
I literally completed that thought, and a huge bird of prey lifted out of the marsh to my left, and flew over the highway in front of me.
I couldn't stop, too much traffic. I didn't need to. I thought at first it was a bald eagle, looked for the white tail - none; I peered. My eyes aren't what they used to be, but it was all dark, like the one I saw on March 13th 2005.

Preface: let's be clear - I don't necessarily think animals are sending me messages, although I haven't ruled that out. But I am sure that I can take whatever lessons I want from the world around me. As a synchronous event (4 seen in my life, 2 on March 13th's, both March 13th's being Sundays): I guess it does bear the question of what these things mean, no pun intended.

To ascribe an intention to chance is either the height of absurdity or the depth of profundity - according to the way in which we understand it. - Arthur Schopenhauer

Sighting 1 - March 13th 2005. It was a Sunday afternoon, I was on my way to school to study. I was in second year law school. My life was a mess, my marriage was a disaster, my career - was in question - I was unsure of what direction to go. And then I saw this giant thing -  I'm sure she had a ten foot windspan - on the Arm in Halifax. I almost crashed, pulled my car over, watched. The seagulls didn't know what to make of her - they crowded around, but were afraid to get close and there was huge empty space around her. I watched her till she flew off, into the mystery.
I say her because, among birds of prey, females are larger. It's hard to imagine a bird bigger than this. I've seen hundreds of bald eagles, this bird was significantly larger than any I've ever seen.
She said: "Follow your highest ideals." It was an absolute turning point in my life. I started making changes, making decisions based on what I really wanted out of life, and where I wanted to go.

 Nature's a temple where living columns
 Sometimes deliver messages in riddles;
 Man makes his way through forests of symbols
 That watch him with intimate knowledge.
        - Baudelaire

Sighting 2 - Geneva, June 2006. I don't remember the day, it's in one of my journals. It was also a Sunday afternoon. It was our last afternoon in Geneva, a city I love, and we had it off. I was there, as the final stage of my law degree - doing a certificate in international public law - "save the world" type stuff. All Geneva brought up for me, despite visits to the Red Cross and UN headquerters - was that I wanted to be an artist one day, in the future, when I got sick of "saving the world."
Walking back with my friend Anatoly from the health food store in France I had insisted we go to  (it was about 2 hours away, I bought some cookies - they were good) we met up with some other students. It was a sunny early summer afternoon, we were walking along the lake shore, laughing, talking; goofing off. I hadn't let myself goof off, or really enjoy life - for years. It's been hard to re-learn. I was obsessed with some skewed self-image of being sober and responsible. Which I thought excluded fun. There was this bird, clearly a bird of prey - flying around above us as we walked back to the hotel in the sunny sunshine.
He was just goofing off - whirling around, doing flips, and spins, turning over in the air - showing off a bit, but not for us, or anyone - but just to say; "I can." Or maybe "wheeeeee!"
I went back to the library and discovered golden eagles live in Switzerland, and they are the only bird there that fits his description. Hmph.
He said: "remember to enjoy the process - have fun!"

"I don't dream in the night so much, or don't remember. I dream like this. I need to know if I should go out west, and I look up and there are three geese in flight, flying west like an arrowhead, with a hawk in front of them. Those three geese, the way they were flying, told me to go west." - Freida Jacques, Mother of the Turtle Clan of the Onondaga People.

Sighting 3 - The Rockies, the Yellowhead Highway, late July 2010. Clyf and I were driving across Canada, well, part of it. I hate it when people say that when they're driving from Ontario or Quebec to BC. Ummm?
We were driving along in silence, the Hip on the stereo (again, I know). "Let's stay engaged" was playing. There was some road kill up ahead. Two ravens came along and chased off a big bird of prey as we got close. It's colour was clear as it swooped off across the highway in front of us, flying fast, low down, between some trees, with the two ravens chasing it: it had a golden sheen.
Clyf and I looked at each other - "was that?" "um, really?" "Holy shit."
"That was a golden eagle, wasn't it?" Clyf said. I said, "yes, it was."
That lesson was more nuanced: "Stay engaged," it has two interpretations for me (Clyf, did it say anything to you?).
One element is romance - "take your time, there's no rush. If someone cares about you they'll hang around." It has taken me a while to get that, but considering we've moved on to the next lesson - I guess I've got it enough to scrape by. The other is - to stay "engaged" with life. Stay engaged with the world around me, do things/work of concrete value, stay connected, stay grounded.
The two are one. For me. Balance in personal relationships + being the way I like to be in the world (in it) = happiness. A rich spiritual life is important to me too, but that element's a given. Clearly.

Your function is to create the point of your life.
In so doing, you create your Self.
You decide
who and what you really are -
and who you are going to be.

Sighting 4. March 13th, 2011. Also a Sunday. Last night I started a little book I had kicking around my car that I picked up over the summer. It's called "Bringers of the Light," by Neale Donald Walsch. It seemed a bit pretentious, but looked neat too.
The first chapter is called, "Life is pointless, and that is God's greatest gift." I've thought that for years, but it was a nice reminder - you can just pick whatever you want to do, or what your meaning of life is, which I suppose is what I've done. Maybe this is a reminder that I can change that too, refine it.

"Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer." - Joseph Campbell

The phrase, looking for a place to happen - kinda says that: where do you choose to happen? Where do you want to choose to happen? Where do I?
Because we can pick anything we want: money, or meaning, relationships, love, family, stability, adventure, God, ourselves, any combination, anything we can imagine - and, like the lesson from the Razors Edge and Apocalypse Now - "everyone gets what they want."

Life is synchronous. I've had lots of self doubt lately as I look for work and try to find my next step, so this event, like the other three, also says - "don't worry - you're on your path." I've been doubting that lately because I can't see my next step, but the point is - whatever that next step is - that is my path - my 'place to happen,' as long as my heart says yes. Old Joe also said:

If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it's not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That's why it's your path.

Thank you.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Take off and landing, reflections...

Ok, going to keep it a little more mundane this time (or - I'll do my best). I realize my last entry may have won some awards for obscurity, especially for non-Tragically Hip fans.
Besides, I don't seem to have as much time for writing these days, or more importantly - reflection. That is one of the really nice things about being on a genuine wander - you've got lots of time to think! And I need a lot - 'cause I'm pretty slow.


Take off, landing,  - in the life of an adventurer, traveller through life; take off = leaving to go travelling. Pretty easy, most people have done it. Landing = coming home. Really easy. If you live with your parents. Or a spouse. Or if you have an apartment and job to come back to.
If you gave up your apartment and job, and are far away from where you started - it's a little more complicated.
I gotta say, this is my first time doing this: making the transition from active travelling, without a place to return to, to stopping somewhere for a while - setting up a job, place to live, etc. This landing has been about as graceful as a drunk duck in a windstorm. Thank God I have good friends.


I put it off too long - until I was already in an awkward position. I should have started looking for a job in August. I think part of my delay was that I had reservations around 'settling' - and wanted to keep moving/doing exciting things. Tripped up by own self-image!
Not the first time...


Life has helped me see that I am in fact going forward regardless, using an image I used in the last entry: that of sailing far from shore, like the Viking explorers, feeling like you're way out at sea and the only way you'll ever see land, green, or fresh water again - is to go back, then suddenly you see - ahead - Land! New land. A new world.
Or in the language of Apocalypse Now - once you get outta the boat - the only thing to do is go foward.


Every travel has some sketchy moments, or you're not doing it right.
I remember the first time I went hitchiking, anywhere far. I was 19. I looked 12. I set out to hitchhike across Canada. It was July 18th 1992. I knew some guys in Sussex NB, one of Canada's two absolute hitchhiking dead-zones (the other is Wawa Ontario), and figured I could crash there my first night, knowing I wouldn't get past Sussex (or thinking that, I actually blew by it the year after that.. ).
Anyway, the guys weren't around. There were no campgrounds, no hostel, no nothing. This was my first night "on the road." My skills were not sharp. I slept in the woods, under the stars, next to the highway.
I didn't have a good sleep, as this was my first night ever sleeping out with no tent, and it takes some getting used to (I had a tent, the best tent ever - an outward bound 1.5 person, but it would have been visible from the highway).
Now I love it - sleeping under the stars.
There was a little hotel next door to my patch of woods by the highway, and I got up the following morning to investigate breakfast and maybe make a phone call. It was 7:30 am. Breakfast - was expensive and looked crappy. I skipped it in favour of backpack supplied peanut butter sandwiches.
I was feeling - daunted. My first night/day of travel had not gone that well. Was I crazy? Were my friends, who held a funeral for me the night after I left, right - was I just setting out to get myself killed? Was my love of adventure and lust to see the world - just a veil for self-destructiveness? What in the ff did I think I was doing? I asked myself.
I called my Mom, she thought I was 'getting the bus' across Canada. It seemed like a necessary fib.
But she could tell, at 7:30 am, that I was troubled and a bit scared. She asked me to come home. Said she'd help me do it right, if this was what I really wanted - organize things, get the bus/plane set up properly - have places to stay lined up. Tempting, I was tempted.
To do what? Seek safety? Turn my back on my self?
I think there's a time and place to seek safety, and a time to take risks.

I walked down to the highway, young, scared, facing a world I knew nothing about. I looked east, back, the past. I looked west - forward - the future, the unknown, uncertain.
I took out my piece of cardboard and wrote 'Edmonston' on it, put out my thumb, and kept going. By that night I was in Quebec city partying with a crazy Scottish guy named Angus, the morning of doubt forgotten, but never really forgotten. I had moved forward into - the person I am today. And my friends who held a funeral for me, because they thought I'd never make it, surely be killed, were right. That Pat that they knew - never returned.


"The person who goes farthest is generally the one who is willing to do and dare. The sure-thing boat never gets far from shore." Dale Carnegie

Maybe Dale, maybe.


Now I'm in BC looking for work etc. The winter just gone by has felt a bit similar to that moment, although I'm not sure what safety I would or could have sought. At this point in life it seems more clear that there is only one direction - forward. Although it has many guises.


For now, I've seen that I need to get my career on track so I can A - continue to do work of value and meaning to me, and B - have the flexibility I want in life, to travel more, to live in other places in the future, enjoy life and make room for more people in it. And C - to make some friggin money!


While I have committed to this lifestyle - I never intended to be a sad lonely wanderer all my life (I've hardly been sad and lonely!). But rather to figure out this lifestyle, and then make room for others, so I could one day maybe have a partner in this fiasco, and possibly some progeny as well. Maybe a home base. I never intended to give those things up but rather - to have it all, if possible: a life of passion and adventure, filled with love, and guided by love for my fellow man, or something... beyond; God, Truth, whatever you call it. "Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we set up the capacity to receive it." (Rabindranath Tagore). When I set out last July 1st that was what I was doing - setting up the possibility of having the life of my dreams.


The road goes ever on and on
down from the door where it began


A young Lady sent me this quote recently, and it reminded me of that moment way back then on the highway, the winter I've been passing through. I think this is one of life's toughest lessons:


"Life is a good teacher and a good friend. Things are always in transition, if we could only realize it. To stay with that shakiness - to stay with a broken heart, with a rumbling stomach, with the feeling of hopelessness and wanting to get revenge - that is the path of true awakening. Sticking with that uncertainty, getting the knack of relaxing in the midst of chaos, learning not to panic - this is the spiritual path."  - Pema Chodron
Sticking with that feeling of wanting to get revenge?? My bro is a spiritual master. ;) He is, actually.
I'm pretty good at embracing uncertainty in some areas of life - not as good in others. But I'm learning. On a more mundane note: landings. For those out there who are also travelling without a place to land or go back to:


- Find a job sooner than later.
- Don't see stopping, getting a job and apartment, as a let down - it's part of the journey!
- Line up numerous places to stay.
- Have a back up plan - if you don't find work when you plan to - how to survive and keep things moving ahead.
- House-sitting is good. It's an easy way to get a cheap pre-fab place to live/stay. And some personal intro's.


Some of these things I did, and others I can now see the value in. I've certainly embraced uncertainty. That doesn't mean I'm not scared shitless occassionally, or I don't fall on my face now and then. But, if you never fall on your face - have you really taken any risks?
So, there's two divergent themes in this blog. Or are there? Clearly, I don't believe that. But how do take off/landing, and that moment of crossing the borderline - fit together?
ps - as I hit publish - just finished watching Joe Kidd, with Clint Eastwood. Suddenly saw that his character he developed over those movies-  clearly formed but rough around the edges in Joe Kidd - is archetypally the same as Conan. It is the essential male spiritual warrior. Good at the core, aloof, unattached.
Really? Pat, you're crazy.
More on that later.
For now, also in that movie: those mountains - rolling, sharp peaked, warm, forbidding - interior California..
I miss California. Like the first time I came to BC, like I said before; it is in my soul. Like music you hear and never forget. Like BC, I think I might maybe live there one day.
Brother, my brother, whither do you pass?
Unto what hill at dawn, unto what glen,
Where among the rocks the faint lascivious grass
Fingers in lust the arrogant bones of men?