Friendsgiving

There are so many things in life to be grateful for, but old friends have to be at the top of the list. A couple times a year, my husband, Mike, goes hiking with three childhood friends. In the great outdoors, they reconnect over old stories and create new ones destined to be told time and again. 

“You gonna make it old man?” Chris asked Rick, to the laughter of Mike and Lee who waited a hundred feet or so further up the trail. The four men, friends for more than forty years, were hiking a section of the Appalachian Trail in the Great Smoky Mountains, camping three nights along the way.

Red-faced and huffing uncomfortably, Rick peeled off his loaded backpack and it set on the trail. Hoisting it off the ground, Lee said, “Man, no wonder you’re tired. What do you have in this thing?” They distributed some of Rick’s gear between them to lighten his load. “Ricky made someone the REI employee of the month,” Mike joked.

“Before we go on,” Chris said, “I think we all need some trail mix.” By trail mix he meant the Tennessee whiskey they bought at a Gatlinburg distillery. The boys each took a grimaced swig from a flask.

A park ranger appeared from a side trail, “How y’all doing today?” he asked cheerfully. “Have you seen any bears?” They knew there had been plenty of recent bear sightings, prompting them to reserve a fenced shelter each night.

“No,” Rick said, “we haven’t seen any yet.” The ranger asked for their backcountry permit. Returning it, he said, “Y’all don’t have any firearms do ya?” As the group’s unofficial leader, Chris answered firmly, “No sir.”

“Well, y’all be careful and have a good time,” the ranger said as he headed off on foot the other direction. “And keep your eyes open for bears!” Later that afternoon they spotted a mama bear and two cubs on the mountainside, a comfortable distance from the trail. 

After dinner and tomfoolery around the campfire, the four friends settled into their bear-proof cage for the night. “Look who’s laughing now, boys,” Rick said as he snuggled into his thermo-insulated sleeping bag for subzero climes.

Well past midnight, in the darkness of the Great Smoky National Park, Mike heard Chris whisper, “Mike…Mike, man, I gotta go.” Mike understood. With the possibility of bears, his friend needed a spotter. As long as he was up, Lee decided to go, too.

Mike was sleepily standing guard with a flashlight when they heard something in the woods. “What’s that?” they whispered in unison. Tree limbs and sticks snapped and cracked as heavy breathing neared closer. Hearts pounding, the three were motionless.

In the moonlight, they saw a figure emerge through the trees. Rick came into view turning slow circles and holding a gun in front of him with both hands like he was the leading man in a police drama.

“What the…” Mike sputtered releasing his breath. “Ricky!” Chris shouted. “What are you doing with that thing?” Lee asked. Still in his protective stance, Rick said, “If you knuckleheads think I’m comin’ out here in the woods with bears and no gun you’re crazy!”

Just like all the stories they’ve been telling since they were kids, this one has only gotten better over the years. And it always ends with Mike saying, “I was never that worried. I knew I didn’t have to outrun a bear, just one of you guys.”

5 Ways to Make Most of Your Time

 

Most of the trees in our yard are bare now, yet it seems just yesterday they were full of spring buds. The trees are a tangible reminder of the passage of time and the importance of living life intentionally.

In elementary school, it was always exciting when our class was led single-file to a basement corridor to watch an educational movie. We sat cross-legged on the cold linoleum floor facing a concrete block wall where the reel-to-reel film was projected.

When I was in third grade, a full-color nature film featured the seasonal progression of an ordinary tree. Classical music played softly in the background and a woman’s soothing voice narrated. Through the magic of time-lapsed photography, tiny spring buds transformed into lush green leaves, morphed into autumn-colored foliage, and fell away leaving stark bare branches against a smoky gray sky.

I was captivated by the beauty, rhythm, and order of nature. Wearing my favorite plaid dress and ponytails, I fought back tears of wonder and joy. In an unforgettable moment of clarity, I became stunningly aware of time and its inevitable and precious passage.

The eight-year-old who held that memory now qualifies for senior citizen discounts. I hope I’ve made good use of my time so far. When I find myself drifting from one day to the next, nature reminds me time is passing whether or not I am living purposefully.

In her book Time Alive, contemporary author Alexandra Stoddard writes, “Our time alive is brief by any standard. Now is the only opportunity we’ll have to give life meaning and find satisfaction. Our entire life depends on the wise use of our moments.”

Certainly, our individual responsibilities and stage of life determine how we spend our days, but here are five suggestions to help you make the most of your precious time.

1. Evaluate How You’re Spending It ~ You might be surprised how much time you rack up watching television, looking at social media, or frittering away at things that don’t bring you real meaning or happiness.

2. Identify Your Priorities ~ Decide what’s most important to you and dedicate your time to those things. Making the best use of our time often means deciding what we choose not to do.

3. Picture Your Ideal Day ~ Considering the realities of your life, what does a well-spent day look like? Map out your morning, afternoon, and evening to create a general schedule that leads to living your best life.

4. Simplify Your Possessions ~ There’s no point in wasting your time acquiring, cleaning, organizing, and storing things you don’t really need or want. Imagine the time (and space) you could create.

5. Take Care of Yourself ~ You can’t make the best use of your time if you don’t feel your best. In that memorable film from my childhood, the tree that bloomed and grew through the seasons was a healthy one, rooted in purpose and simplicity.

 

 

 

 

Common Ground

 

Since the first day of fall, I’ve been anxiously waiting for the woods to transform into a magnificent tapestry of autumnal colors.

For weeks, I dragged my husband on long walks and country drives hoping to be amazed. I squinted my eyes, imagining the trees painted russet, scarlet, bronze, brown, and gold, but I was beginning to give up on splendid fall foliage this year.

Along with gusty winds, a hateful force blew over the land last week. I took a walk in the forest to clear my head of gnawing images. I wanted to shake them off and leave them there in the woods with the echo of angry voices unable or unwilling to find common ground.

Hot tears stung my eyes and burned my chilly face. I sat on a log and stared at a thin shaft of sunlight that fell on a patch of spongy moss. The light slowly spread across the log and over the ground. Low morning clouds parted, and golden sunlight filled the woods.

It was then I noticed the trees. Oaks and sugar maples had adorned themselves in gorgeous rich hues. Aspens, black maples, hickories, and birch trees had been gilded. Autumn’s brilliance had finally, faithfully, arrived just in time to fill my aching heart with serenity and hope.

Millions of Americans make pilgrimages each year to see the multi-colored leaves. They explore byroads, trails, and backyards. The Japanese have a similar custom called momijigari, loosely translated to mean “leaf hunting.” Human beings across time and space seem to share an appreciation for seeking nature’s beauty.

So we do have something in common.

I don’t have the answers to our world’s problems, but I think nature can help us find common ground. A young girl named Anne Frank left us this advice, “The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature, and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature.”