The Art Atop The Mountain

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I mean, if there is one thing I did not expect to find tucked a top of the Alpes in France, is a Buddhist center, Shedrub Choekhor Ling Monastere & Centre Bouddhistes Tibetains Mont Saleve but there it was, quietly and yet, magnetically providing us with one of the most amazing views of Geneva. You hardly see a soul, aka the residents, besides the regular tourists strolling by on their way to the peek, and stopping for a casual beverage and a culinary menu to die for and the employees but what caught my eyes the most, besides the calmness irradiating thorough, is the art surrounding the building; modern and yet effective. It is Art!

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Through The Mountain I am

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Esserts-Salève, Rhone-Alpes, France

When the mountain in your path is so huge, it feels like a big brick wall and you are about to hit it. Yes, we all have been thorough the ringer, that little dance of hitting a break wall, finding ourselves a top of a steep mountain sometimes, searching for our souls and resolves to no avail. Some have been there and many will be there one day. It is a given, that’s what strengthens us, what builds character. No one is immune to it but it is how we deal with and the method we choose that makes it whole. It is what it is and we should remind ourselves that we are blessed always regardless.

Out With The Old, In With The New!

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Salave Mountain, Switzerland 

I was determined to wash away “the old”, just like we do back home, welcoming 2017 with open arms and parade of good will. It is an old practice to run to the beach on the first day of the year, rid off the old baggage and bring good omen in the new year.

Although, we were close to the beach, there were no takers. The enthusiasm by the crew, my peeps there is, wasn’t there. The water was to cold, they muttered as I was the only one with the crazy idea to jump in.  So, I did the best thing closest to it, the pool.

The water was cold, go figure, it is winter after all, 70 °F and approximately 21 °C. I could have waited a little for it to heat up but time wasn’t on my side. I was in the “now or ever” mood. I was thinking North Pole, counting all my toes and rethinking my strategy, if there was ever a good one; there wasn’t. I didn’t care. At this point only Mother Theresa could have talked me out of it if she even dared but would adventure out to calmly say to me, “go ahead my child.”

I was determined, so I decided to go in. I faced it, said my Hail Mary and jumped in. The water was as icy as I expected it. I shivered momentarily, my jaw tensed, my teeth chattered. There was the awful anxiety adrenalin filled sound, not long enough to sway a whale but bang-up enough for everyone to laugh off and why not? Perhaps, the Scandinavians would have chuckled but what is a gathering of friends without a laugh or two especially during the holidays?! 

As my body quickly adjusted to the temperature, the fear quickly gave way to calmness. I stayed long enough to hear my body saying “Amen!” and my brain telling me, “it is all good. You have done it. You can leave now!” It felt great. I did it!

It is a New Year. I plan to do many of the type as time and world permit. Conquer my fears. Plunge in with tooth and nails. Swim with caution. Stop being a slave to my trepidations. Yes, easier said then done but I am ready for the challenge. It is not a resolution but daily affirmations.