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tradmanclimbs
Ice climber
Pomfert VT
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Tami. My last little jaunt I was afraid of avalanches at times. The whole beginnig 2/3rds of the climb there were all sorts of logistic thoughts going through my head about snow and ice conditions. the final headwall the climbing was hard enough but within my soloing comfort zone that I was able to get in a zen state of mushin and that was peacefull for me. once I topped out I knew I was safe for the moment and had pleanty of daylight left. I took a moment to enjoy the place that I was. that was peacefull. Then I had to shift gears and deal with the decent which is a bit involved from that spot on the mountain.. that was not peacefull ;)
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NutAgain!
Trad climber
South Pasadena, CA
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Given the above pic and Mike's comment of finding peace during combat- both of which I'd find frankly anything but peaceful - I'm more than ever moved to consider "peace" as deeply personal.
Maybe like snow and love, so many nuanced objects that are all bluntly categorized under simple words. Maybe the peace in the midst of battle is the peace of fully living in the present, with a quiet mind.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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under idyllic conditions, like extended twilight in wide open alaskan airspace, precision execution of this special kind of calligraphy somehow prepares the brain for sweet slumber
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pud
climber
Sportbikeville & Yucca brevifolia
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larryhorton
Trad climber
NM
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Maybe the peace in the midst of battle is the peace of fully living in the present, with a quiet mind.
That's been my experience. The three near death experiences I've had were all perfectly peaceful. Each of them allowed me time (it takes less than milliseconds) to make my peace. "Yep, this has been an incredible life, and now, all that's before me is to do the best I can, and accept what comes. Here goes."
In the early '80s I spent the day doing a solo body recovery on the East Ridge of Wolf's Head. Most of it was spent on a sloping ledge with a climber's body, waiting for the helicopter to figure out how to handle this. It was very peaceful, and inspired valuable insights into death and comfort with it.
The strangest, though, was a time, when my body just didn't 'get' that it had come within milliseconds of being killed. No fear, no adrenaline rush, no gasping for air—just the intellectual recognition that, "Holy Schieße! I just about died there, and my body didn't even recognize it!" Very weird.
But generally, the imminent prospect of checking out of this body NOW, cuts through the crap.
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EdBannister
Mountain climber
13,000 feet
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 5, 2017 - 09:24pm PT
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a long time ago, peace came from putting your own will last, not first, in doing what was right, not in seeking benefit for my group,.. in taking responsibility, in being self reliant, but aware of weaknesses,
in treating other people as well as you would like to be treated,, and being genuinely thankful for what you already have...
but i still find myself fleeing the city.. seeking that which my theory would have me possessing at home.
i find peace in the hills, or out on the desert, or sometimes along the shore...
peace, that seems to elude me in the city
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EdBannister
Mountain climber
13,000 feet
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 5, 2017 - 09:35pm PT
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EdBannister
Mountain climber
13,000 feet
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 5, 2017 - 09:37pm PT
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EdBannister
Mountain climber
13,000 feet
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 5, 2017 - 09:38pm PT
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Darwin
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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John on the mid-Sheenjek River, heading upriver with miles behind him and a ton of miles to go.
So, peace equals exhaustion? A lot of times, yes.
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Trad climber
Will know soon
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Dana.....holds all of life on the pathway to the top.
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EdBannister
Mountain climber
13,000 feet
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 5, 2017 - 10:07pm PT
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Darwin.. one of my best days ever started with my pack before dawn at Rae Lakes.. summit of Glen Pass for sunrise...
i walked to Road's end. 27 miles in the Sierra...by 4 pm. a very very good day.
so in terms of your exhaustion quotient, maybe you are on to something.
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Trad climber
Will know soon
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Ashes to ashes....dust to dust. Love remains.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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BTW, this was a particularly 'peaceful' scene cause we had just negotiated
some scary stuff to get to this point. Mind you, it was only scary to one
of us but when she gets scared then it becomes like golf: a pleasant walk
gets ruined. OK, it wasn't that bad, but almost. :-)
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larryhorton
Trad climber
NM
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How nice to see this thread resuming its sweetness at a new level.
a long time ago, peace came from putting your own will last, not first, in doing what was right, not in seeking benefit for my group,.. in taking responsibility, in being self reliant, but aware of weaknesses,
in treating other people as well as you would like to be treated,, and being genuinely thankful for what you already have...
but i still find myself fleeing the city.. seeking that which my theory would have me possessing at home.
i find peace in the hills, or out on the desert, or sometimes along the shore...
peace, that seems to elude me in the city
Amen, Ed.
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tradmanclimbs
Ice climber
Pomfert VT
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the only place i ever found peace in a city was on a rooftop......
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Lynne Leichtfuss
Trad climber
Will know soon
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How blessed are we when we seek to carve out, to find peace in this world that so easily consumes.
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StahlBro
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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For me, peace is contentment. The moment when nothing else matters but being present.
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MikeL
Social climber
Southern Arizona
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Hey, Babe--Tami:
It’s the same thing. When you are thinking about your survival and what not, you’re in the thick of things. Now that you look back on it, you probably smile. Me, too. Same thing. Peace comes to some differently, and that’s what makes this thread interesting and fruitful.
Tradman climbs:
Most of your comments are wonderful. This one, however. . .
the only place i ever found peace in a city was on a rooftop......
Living in a city is a question of survival. You have predators all around you, and the environment is chaotic. You have to love input, disturbance, activity, change. In that space of energy, in all the activity, are uncounted spaces of emptiness. Those uncounted spaces are anonymous. If you are in one of them, you are no one, nothing. It tends to call for a being who is confident in chaos. Being confident in chaos relies upon a belief in influence: You believe you have the power to make sense of the chaos. If you can, you're leading and making the world.
I think I got off track. Living in the city can be immensely freeing. But it takes a personality.
And hey, folks, . . . I didn’t mean to get morose with the death thing. I just happen to have a weird attraction to death. I’m fascinated. It’s like a bomb as it is exploding. I’m peculiar that way. (Other than that, I tend to be a very happy-go-lucky person!! :-D As some advertising slogan goes, “Life is Good!”)
Nice posts. (It is a good thing I read them twice.)
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