Just the other day I decided to go to Chestnut Ridge Park, camera in tow, with hope I’d hit the peak Fall colors. I wasn’t in tiptop form that day, yet I insisted on going. Deciding to leave my fanny pack with my water bottle in the car, and only carrying one camera body, I went for that hike.
Not getting far, brutal pain hit with every other step. Before I began I did not know this would happen. I decided to keep going in order to capture what I had every intention of capturing. In doing a [secret] favor for my neighbor days earlier when she was buried under unexpected stressful life events, I strained my left groin muscle. How? I mucked out her horse stall. That, friends, is a big ouch! And one very dirty and hard job!
So there I was hiking on these killer hills, mumbling to myself how I’d both forgotten how steep those hills were and it would seem how I was a bit nuts for doing this with a strained groin muscle. All this for the sake of pictures? On top of that, I didn’t hit the peak Fall Color in this park. The pictures I did get however, impressive as all get out! [IMO]
There was no other way to get back to my car then walk. Limping at times, the pain was so intense I lost the Connection I normally get when in a forest. My “sight” was blinded for all I could focus on was that pain. Darn it, that pain was not going to ruin this for me, not if I had my way about it! I began to sing to take my mind off that dreadful pain.
Mind you, singing at the top of your voice while hiking killer hills has you turning blue, desperately tugging for air. Stopping completely at one point, gulping as much air as I could get, I questioned, “Hello? Sanity? Are you there?”. Something in me urged me on so I began to walk and sing anew at the top of my voice. [Yeah I’m stubborn like that.] Suddenly unexpectedly, singing became easy. I was no longer heaving like a fish out of water! What was I singing? Music I hear in my head in a language my brother D and I spoke when we were kids. Today I’ve lost the understanding. However, I can still speak it. I call it my Fairy Language. (smile)
There I was singing high soprano (LOVE singing sweet high notes!) in a concert of one, really getting into it. Oh yeah, I was in the spotlight, Baby! Power surged within me to bring air up from it seemed my toes themselves, and those vibrato notes pulsated in the very air molecules booming out in all directions. OH the elation I felt! Then, from around a corner way ahead of me, I saw a couple walking towards me. Instantly I stopped singing. I only sing like this when no one except my cats are around as an audience.
In passing, this couple grinned at me and said, “Don’t let us stop you. Keep singing!” I could feel the blush on my face as I replied, “Aw, shucks, you caught me!” It took some time for courage to bubble up for me to continue singing. My voice stumbled a bit, hit a few wrong notes mismatched to that which was heard in my head, then my voice became strong and sure, the notes effortlessly coming forth from my throat.
The magic of this story is that in singing songs that expressed to Mother how much She moved me and how much I adore her, the Connection returned. Not only that but my breath came easily even while singing as I hiked. Wow! Double the pleasure! I was astonished I could sing like this with a little thing called asthma I contend with. Boy was I excited!
As for the pain, yes it was still there but, my singing brought me to a higher awareness where I could tolerate the pain so it did not rob me of my experience. I’ve been insisting on living life “mind over matter” for many years, and I will continue from that perspective, creating possible from that of impossible. The beautiful representations of this powerful forest seen in this post, attest to the fact that I can do what I set my mind to do!
PS I went for a walk yesterday and no groin pain!
“Unless you at least try, you don’t know what you can do.”
Photography/ “Creating Possible”/Oct. 2019©AmyRose