Lessons From the Road: Nature, Music, Community, New Experiences

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I will keep this post short. I’m back home, after being on the road for 11 days - three days camping out in Lassen Volcanic National Park, four days at a didgeridoo gathering in Oregon, and the rest of the time logging more than 2,500 miles getting back and fourth.

The trip reinforced a number of personal lessons about recovery and healing, which I will go to in depth in future posts. Very briefly, these involve:

Getting out in nature …

I used to believe this was a personal choice. No more. We are wired to live in accord with Mother Earth. It’s in our DNA. Urban life may be our preference, but our very beings call out for us to periodically get away, reconnect, return to our true home.

Tune out the chatter. Listen to your soul. Find yourself a mountain, an ocean, a desert, a forest …

Music heals …

I’ve written on this a million times. One more time won’t hurt. You may not regard yourself as musical, but looking at it from a super-string theory perspective, we are the sum total of our vibrations. The ancients figured this out eons ago. Today’s brain scientists are proving it. But you knew it all along, right?

Find your tribe …

We weren’t built for living in isolation. Too often, though, we find ourselves trying to please the type of people whose only purpose on earth, it seems, is to make our lives miserable.

It’s funny, though, how pursuing a passion has a way of attracting people who nurture and validate you. For me, it begins with stoking that passion and stepping out the door. Like has a way of attracting like.

Being open to new experiences …

Up in Oregon, I ran across a woman who took up the didgeridoo in her sixties and derives tremendous satisfaction from it. Nothing like seeing a grandma ripping it on the world’s coolest instrument. Wait She’s my age. I rest my case.

Wrapping this up …

A picture tells a thousand words. Here I am, playing a light plastic didgeridoo I packed for a hike up an 800-foot cinder cone in a remote corner of Lassen National Park. But, of all things, I nearly missed out on this experience because my brain the week before was telling me to stay home.

Brains are like that, particularly the ones we have to contend with. Sometimes, we need to hit the Off button and just live. More to come …

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