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The Great Forty-eight

My “Yeti” buddies and I are doing our weekly scamper through the Blues when we come across a crossroads crisis. We exercise caution. A fair maiden appears lost. Upon discerning her disconcerting dilemma, we offer up an invite to gallop with our group. She agrees to enlist with us, as we are headed back to the same parking lot where her four wheels are parked. To our surprise, she can draft our rapid romping, though it extends her range to its’ max breathing capacity. She seems to enjoy the deep breathing and even exhales much verbiage about her life’s garbage. This woman is clearly caught in the blues with a conflicting, confusing and chaotic crossroads crisis. The metaphors at the mountains are magnificent.
 
That experience was about five years ago. Our “Yeti” group has changed quite a bit, yet our essential connection has remained a constant. We are bonded in our mutual cultivation, especially through vigorous outdoor endeavors. So, I was not surprised to receive radiant recent news from a fellow hiker that our formerly lost soul had found herself, maybe even her True Self. She had just completed hiking New England’s forty-eight four thousand foot plus mountains. Her accomplishment gets her into an elite “peak baggers” club. It is a club whose dues are done by doing.
 
Though I have not chosen those “peak bagging” peak experiences, I have like kind experiences enough to know that I like those kind of experiences. Hence, I offered her up my heart-felt hearty heavenly hugs via this venue. She immediately typed back her appreciation with the simple, short and sweet summation of her success, “It clears my mind.” I could feel the veracity of her tenacity as a tingle all the way to my bones and to my brain. I also flashed on an ancient Chinese saying that is posted above the door in the gym at my school. My Taijiquan Gong Fu Grandmaster, Dr. Yang, translated the calligraphy of it to represent the notion of “by being present and enduring what is most difficult to endure, peace will come.”
 
In our Qi Gong training, we move toward ease, find center, connect to ground and use deep breathing as the strategy for attaining our natural human archetypal template. This movement meditation method facilitates the building of the energy enough to climb one’s mountains. Getting to the top, the brain is washed of the chaos, confusion and conflicting conditioning of the material world. Centered at the mountain’s acme and axis of heaven and earth, one’s spirit of vitality is raised and thereby, one can descend with a new view and you.
 
My “peak bagging” friend is continuing to move onward and upward through the sharing of her love of the mountains by becoming a group hike leader. Also, her work and personal life seem much more manageable. That verbiage garbage and the baggage have been transformed into lovely luggage. Lost and found in the Blues, who would have knew, that she would come through the blues. Paying the price and hearing the advice of the “Great Forty-eight” has allowed her to “come on down” from that hallowed ground and be more well rounded. See the light, “the price is right” and maybe you just might conquer your fear of heights.