Friday, June 17, 2011

"Exercise" in solitude...the experience of "aloneness" in the Scottish glens.


On a well-travelled path, Joan nears the Airlie Monument.
The truth be known, I enjoy solitude – we both do. Never much of a “joiner”, sea kayaking, hiking, or running with a club is not something that I have done much over the years. (Having said that, I quite envy those who clearly enjoy and engage in the company of a group of like-minded folks!). I always figured that my poor performance in team sports was due to having very little athletic ability. In fact, it was probably more to do with an aversion to doing anything in a large group – not to say I have much athletic ability except for a burning desire to “move” – outside.

The door was locked - good thing as it probably kept us out of trouble.
Odd as it may seem to some, especially given my vocation, I am also not particularly gregarious. Perhaps it is an innate shyness or whatever, but I find that being extroverted, often out of necessity, is the most exhausting "exercise" in the world for me. Thankfully, Joan has more natural talent in that area and often covers for her more introverted partner.

The monument now behind us, and the "path" becoming increasingly less travelled.
Since arriving in Scotland, we have looked forward with great anticipation to hiking in the glens - those marvelous "U" shaped valleys and hills carved by ice and water over a period of ten thousand years. Yesterday, mid-afternoon, we had the opportunity. The Angus Glens feel mystical and remote, and on the ridges above the trees and beyond the well-travelled paths, you can experience the wind-swept solitude of the heather and the other sturdy, ankle-deep flora, which I have still to identify. The gathering storm clouds above, served to heighten the sense of nature’s raw beauty.

The view from the high ridge was timeless...and breathtaking.
We shared this magnificent solitude with only the occasional “red” deer and several sheep who kept a careful eye on us as we shared their grazing places. We searched out in mud holes, some still soft and moist, and others dry, for any evidence of human passage as we traversed the ridge. The only other footprints we could find were those of the deer, and possibly the sheep. At no time, did we see another person in the almost three hours that we hiked.

And then we ran out of "trail". but the little map was astonishingly accurate.
Although as with most folks, I would never invite the gnawing pain of loneliness, “aloneness” is another matter altogether. For me, it is in the solitude of such beautiful places that I feel most alive, and most connected to my being – and perhaps, in some strange way, to others.

Was this simple marker built last year...ten years ago...a thousand years ago...?
There is a fine balance, however, and those who seek places of solitude must be careful, less we fail to nourish ourselves in the company of others. For we humans, that, perhaps, is the most essential of all engagements in life.


From the wind-swept Angus Glens, just outside Forfar, Scotland, peace be with you…wherever you find its deepest expression.

Duncan.


PS: For those interested in minimalist footwear:


In the interests of packing “light” for this time in Scotland, we each brought only one pair of “dress” shoes, one pair of Vibram FiveFingers (for running), and one pair of Merrell Trail Gloves (for everything else). 


We had wondered if we might need to go out and purchase some light, hiking boots but elected to try the outing in the “glens” in the lightweight Merrells.

Like VFFs, they provide no cushioning, no support, no heel rise, and very little protection. They have amazing ground feel and are virtually “weightless”. 

Conventional wisdom (and sure, perhaps, common sense) would suggest that far more sturdy footwear would be the responsible choice. 
That’s probably true if all your current worldly possessions didn’t have to fit into two duffel bags on wheels. The Merrell’s performed just fine.

And, they "roll" into small places when you're packing!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Wisdom from an ancient castle...

You cannot plough a field...
by turning it over in your mind.
- Anon.

Two "fields of Forfar", seen from the trail around the Loch.
We came upon that Scottish saying, when we visited Glamis Castle yesterday afternoon. And early this morning, on our run "around the loch", the fields in the image above seemed to speak clearly to those words of wisdom. Although, both fields and people benefit from "fallow" times, it seems we must always make effort in order to grow and learn and be enriched by new experiences.

The next best thing to running in bare feet.
It takes a little effort at first, but worth every bit!
The effort may be as mundane as preparing a field and then tending to its growth until the time of harvest.

It may be something as simple as questioning "conventional" thought and risking to try something old - like running without enclosing the feet in manufactured cushioning, padding, and "stability control".

It may be building a rough, fortified, hunting lodge and, over 600 years, transforming it into a magical castle - not much "instant gratification" there! But in the long run, breathtaking beauty.

It seems that effort is always a big part of any adventurous endeavour...great or small. I must confess, there are many times when I struggle to make the required effort - staying "fallow" feels safer and I perceive there to be "comfort" there. But then I begin to feel that I've passed my "best before date" and know that effort must be made to remain fully alive.

Glamis Castle, the ancestral home of the Earls of Strathmore
and Elizabeth, the Queen Mother.
Story has it that Shakespeare's Macbeth
murdered Duncan here - yikes!
Truly, the field doesn't change much when it's simply "turned over" in the mind. It's the willingness to make the effort that makes possible the Fall harvest.

Even making the effort to build a sand castle counts! :)

Duncan.

Monday, June 13, 2011

An early run around a loch, a warm St. Margaret's welcome, and yet another reminder that the world is full of wonderful people......

The gentle mist on Forfar Loch, Angus, Scotland.
The best way I've found to deal with a little mild anxiety is...get up, get outside, and get running. As soon as the heart rate is on "cruise", which is about 132 bpm for me (on the flats), life begins to mellow. It was our first Sunday of the five week exchange at St. Margaret's Church in Scotland and, well, a run was important before engaging in the day's activities. 

The town was quiet at 6 am and the skies were clearing - it looked like we'd be seeing the sun again! We had both looked forward with great anticipation to "running around the loch" - and it was marvellous. The soft trail felt therapeutic beneath our Vibram FiveFingers - I was so thankful that we have learned to run without shoes. The connection with the earth is so energizing. 

We shared the trail, through the magical forest, with rabbits the size of small deer (well, almost), a variety of birds, several swans, and a most impressive snail who was clearly on a "mission". The loch was shrouded in a soft mist - it was a bit like running through a fairy tale. As the gentle mist slowly lifted, a boathouse appeared, the masts of sailboats revealed themselves, and a buoy reflected the warm rays of the rising sun.

St. Margaret's Church, Forfar, stands tall in the centre of town.
Refreshed from the run and feeling like we could actually spell our own names again - after a couple of days of exhausting jet-lag - we left for the church. What would these folks at St. Margaret's be like? Would we fit into the "culture" of the Church of Scotland? Would they even understand me? Would they be phoning my exchange partner, David, and asking him "What in heaven's name have you gotten us into here?!"

Cutting the delicious "welcome cake".
(The "wedding" cake was 38 years ago!)
Well, I needn't have worried. The folks of St. Margaret's were wonderful. Just like our special parish family back home, they were as excited about whatever was going to happen as we were - it was an "adventure for us all"! And I'm rather partial to folks who are up for an adventure...whether it's in a sea kayak, on the running trails, or in an international exchange such as this.

All went well, as it did for David back in Canada. Here are two, progressive, generous, and high-spirited families of faith that are making the world a better place with laughter and love - and a willingness to move into the future with confidence and hope. Both communities are daring to move beyond the usual "comfort zones", and in so doing, will continue to spread their warmth and hospitality far and wide.

The proverbial "icing on the cake" came at the end of the day when we finally mustered the courage to take to the roads with David and Catriona's superb VW Tiguan - the transition was smooth. Thankfully! :)

We're heading out to visit Glamis Castle, just five miles down the road - should have some pretty cool images to post next time!

Duncan.