Alpine Lady

Honoring the natural world through prose, poetry, music, sounds, photographs and musings.

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Solutions for Holiday Malaise

Feeling lonely, blue, like no one listens, disenfranchised, angry, or without goals this holiday season? Pick up your favorite eBook reader and download my eBooks from Amazon Kindle Store; then join me at your favorite latte shop or sit back in your favorite chair for an excursion into the realm of creative imagination. Help me to envision a more co-creative world by sharing this with your friends. Hope to see you soon!

Cover for eBook: A Rare Purple Bear

Cover for A Rare Purple Bear. Photo taken up at  Hurricane Ridge meadow.

“Because of accidental misfortune, the cub is swept to his death and over a waterfall on his first adventure out of the family’s winter den. Clancy lands in the colorful Land of Enchantment, a parallel world of celebratory holidays and magic, just in time for Easter. Throughout the story, familiar holiday personalities befriend him and thoughtfully encourage his curiosity and offer support as he weaves through his personal grieving process. The young bear joins in the camaraderie, festivities, and the hope-filled magic of seasonal celebrations from Easter until Christmas Eve guided by the Easter Bunny (EB) and Ellie, a young deer. A Rare Purple Bear resolves in a joyful ending that will endear everyone.”




Book Cover for Raven's Journey Home

Cover of Raven’s Journey Home. Photo taken long the Dungeness River. 

“Who hasn’t heard of Raven, a corvid with legendary status? Tales abound of Raven’s trickster spirit helping shape the destiny of mankind. However, in Raven’s Journey Home, having been seduced by his own ego and the materialist greed of humanity, he has fallen from grace and blames himself for the partial demise of First Earth and the ensuing Time of Great Sorrow. To regain the trust of the spirit forces who are reclaiming the land, Raven must confront his own shadow and release its grip on his psyche before he can, once again, act as archetype and creator for the Mystery. Like stepping onto the Holodeck of the Federation Starfleet vessel USS Enterprise, in Raven’s Journey Home, the reader begins a voyage of environmental fantasy to sensually experience and practice the transformation of life’s boundaries.”

Until we journey together next time, many blessings for a safe and peaceful holiday season.  ~P

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Using EFT to Conquer the Fear of Getting My Face Wet

Water covers 71% of the Earth’s surface and comprises 60% of a human’s body. Like air, shelter and food, it’s one of the basic needs necessary for our survival. Why had I been so afraid of a basic need?

Growing up in mountainous North Idaho with its many rivers, creeks and lakes, I was never far from water and have always been intrigued with water and fish environments. Watching the commonest perch or bluegills in slack water, trout in flowing streams, or the salmon at spawning time going up-river fascinates me. My father was an avid lake fisherman and when I was very young, I’d peer over the side of the boat as we trolled Lake Pend O’Reille hoping to catch glimpses of their silvery forms or spot a school swimming near shore. Sometimes I’d curl up in the bow and lie so I could hear the water splash the boat’s sides as we slowly motored our way around on his favorite fishing routes.

Overlooking Lake Pend O'Reille in North Idaho from the Mineral Point Trail.

Overlooking Lake Pend O’Reille in North Idaho from the Mineral Point Trail. A lovely Arrow-leafed Balsamroot (Balsaorhiza sagitta) growing in the foreground.

At a young age, I spent time on my belly in the warm shallows chasing minnows but never getting any deeper than my chin. As I grew older, as long as I stayed where my feet could reach the bottom even if meant tiptoeing on a rock, I felt secure. I imagine it was very perplexing for my family when they realized I was afraid of immersing my face in water. Floating on my back, doing a sidestroke, the dog paddle with my head held high, and the back stroke came naturally but never the front crawl and I rarely swam out over my head. I struggled on the edge of panic whenever I got water splashed in the face. Needless to say, I failed waterskiing and after a very painful series of belly flops, my diving career never got off the platform. Even getting my face wet in the shower’s spray caused anxiety. I was okay getting my chin wet but always held my hand over my mouth and nose to insure I could gulp air. Even swim lessons in college didn’t help.

When Michael and I moved to Alaska, the opportunities for swimming were pretty nonexistent what with the waters being super cold and/or often silty from glacial action or murky from the decomposing vegetation off the tundra. Plus exposing my flesh to the ever-present mosquitoes starting in May/June and finishing with the biting black flies or white socks in September was a not even in the realm of a possibility. Since we didn’t have running water at our homestead cabin, convenient showers at the gym in town, or saunas in our log sauna with an occasional spit bath via the basin, kept us clean.

Our log sauna that Michael constructed from trees felled and drug off the Tanana River at 30 Mile.

Our log sauna on the Salcha homestead. One of the joys was coming out and knocking freshly-fallen snow off the trees to cool down.

Upon moving back to Idaho, I tried swimming again but made little progress without lifting my head out of water and staying near shore. I truly enjoyed soaking au naturel in the cold water of creeks and lakesides after a long hike which may have been in reaction to having to wear layers of clothes all those years in Alaska for protection from the biting insects!

When we visited Maui, HI, in my late fifties and visited a tide-water pool full of tropical fish, I was smitten and determined to get my full face in the water. Fortunately I had lots of support from Michael and his brother Steven who helped me get the snorkeling gear, identification keys and in finding the perfect lagoon. Once I began paddling with fins and having the ability to safely breathe while trailing after fish, I challenged myself to learn how to do the front crawl without a snorkel and hopefully come to grips with my fear.

Here Steve is helping me with basics of breathing through the snorkel.

Here Steven is helping me with basics of breathing through the snorkel.

Upon moving to the Puna side of the Big Island, southwest of Hilo, we lived in a gated community where green sea turtles hung out in warm, thermal pools along with a wide variety of young tropical fish. It felt akin to swimming in a tropical fish aquarium. But still I felt if I lost my snorkel, I could easily panic. I still preferred having a mask or swim goggles for eye protection.

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Swimming with the turtles and tropical fish at Kapoho, HI.

Once a resident of the Big Island, I got a pass to Kalani Retreat Center near where we lived and availed myself of their outdoor showers, massage therapists and pool. Lilia Cangemi, a Watsu water therapist, mentioned her work in the therapy pool with people who had the same fear as I did. It appears more widespread than I ever believed. After a few sessions with her in the Watsu pool which included a series of EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique aka Tapping) exercises to examine the cause of the fear, I hesitantly laid my snorkel aside in the swimming pool and began teaching myself to do the crawl. I can remember the first time I did ten feet. I was ecstatic! Then with each swim, I’d extend the time and length I did the crawl and even began free diving the length of the pool. Through practice, reading books, visualizing, watching swimmers and surfers on the local beaches plus continued tapping to uncover more reasons for water-anxiety issues, I began relaxing.

Kalani Retreat Center along the Red Road on the Big Island of HI.

Kalani Retreat Center’s swimming pool along the Red Road on the Big Island of HI. Dragonflies everywhere!

Michael valued what I was doing and supported me wholeheartedly making sure I had the gear, got to my swimming destinations plus being a watchful companion.

I finally got serious enough to try the public pool in Pahoa and found the most delightful times were when the tropical rains chased everyone else inside, leaving me to witness from underneath the agitation of the water plus having warm rains pelt my body. I continued free diving when the pool wasn’t too crowded building up my gutsiness and stamina.

My most challenging times came at the beaches where it was just the sea and I. For these times I wore a snorkel, mask and fins but I no longer had a fear that if I lost them, I’d immediately falter and panic. And they gave me some extra courage in case there were sharks about and I had to hasten a retreat.

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Standing watching gentle swells on the Kona Coast.

My last confidence test came shortly before we left the islands when my wonderful soul-sister Dawn took me out into deeper water to watch the fish and hopefully conjure up a few dolphins. Right before we left sight of the ocean floor, a large parrot fish appeared, its white beak-like mouth standing in stark contrast to its blue, neon-netted coloration. I just stared, afraid to make any movement to disturb it. Too quickly it turned back and swam out of sight. Swimming farther out, I encountered really deep water, the abyss to me, and being it was the west side, indeed, the abyss was a relevant event! Speared by the sun’s rays, it emitted an incredible, mesmerizing blue light.

Dawn’s a triathlete and swims almost daily along the Kona Coast so I could trust I was in good hands. Motioning me to join her, she undulated and breached like the humpback whales and then swam deep, spiraling by me before poking up, displaying a broad smile, clearly loving the watery environment.

Dawn and I preparing for the dolphin swim.

Dawn and I preparing for the dolphin swim.

Time passed and it wasn’t until Dawn mentioned it might a good time to head into shore that I realized I was getting tired. Upon looking how far we’d ventured out I wondered it I could, indeed, swim back. Fortunately, salt water being very buoyant, made the swim casual but I was tuckered from overall excitement and began getting chilly. Michael had towels to dry off and water to drink when we got to shore and an attentive ear as we filled him in with all the sights.

Now not everyone has access to the therapy Watsu pools to aid them in getting over a fear of water, but I attribute my success with the fact I had a goal, found a way to deal with it and then practiced until I felt comfortable. EFT energy medicine helped me not only with my swimming skills, but I’ve used it for many other anxiety concerns. It is definitely a rather unobtrusive go-to tool I recommend. Since returning to the mainland, I don’t swim in the public pools because of chlorine issues, but I’m still very comfortable getting my face wet in the shower and even if I get water up my nose, I don’t panic…whew!

“Water was a key to opening the door to creativity!” ~  A Wondrous Journey

Until we meet again, may we find our pathways safe and filled with beauty.