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Gale Minchew, PhD

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The spirit of adventure...

In April, I went on a grand adventure, traveling over 7,000 miles across the Western half of the United States. Along this journey, I had the honor of experiencing many magical moments…the peacefulness of the open plains, the majesty of the mountains, the power of the ocean, and the willfulness of the wind through the desert. I walked labyrinths overlooking the ocean and in the middle of a church courtyard. I felt the pulse of all life alongside an energy vortex. I encountered several owls meant to accompany me as spirit guides on this great adventure. I witnessed a plethora of twinkling stars on the darkest of nights. I walked among the rocks of a replica Stonehenge. I experienced the intensity of the waves at Thor’s Well, and so much more.

But what I brought back with me from this journey, what stands out for me the most, is the adventure. I traveled to places both known to me and unknown, and I went with an open mind and a spirit for this adventure. I was actively engaged in the journey, not just spinning my proverbial wheels, making it through another day, another week, another month, and yes…another year. On this adventure, I gained so much more.

But how many of us just push through life…existing, though not fully engaged in the magic all around us? How often do we lose sight of our spiritual path so that we can finish a project, drive the kids to their myriad activities, or try desperately to find time for some much needed sleep? It’s so easy to get caught up in the mundane world, the boring routines of life, that we forget to enjoy each moment. We forget to venture out of our comfort zones, and we forget that life itself is truly an adventure.

Some prefer to stay close to home while others, like myself, enjoy traveling the world over. But, you needn’t even leave your own community to experience the adventures that life has to offer. All that is truly required is your initial intention followed by action of some kind. Your adventure can be as simple or as complex as you desire. Here are a few examples... (continue reading here - http://tinyurl.com/kglqw84 )

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The Sidewalk Ends Here…

May 11, 2011

I don’t remember any books from my childhood.  At least, that’s what I thought.  When I first tried to conger up memories of reading, I drew a complete blank.  Yes, I couldn’t think of one single book!  So, I decided to delve a little further into my mind and came up with the cute teddy bear board book my mom read to me as a toddler, Cinderella, and The Princess and the Pea.  I still have that little teddy bear book and will always cherish it.  But, can that really be all I remember reading as a child?  Pulling those memories from the frayed edges of my mind soon buried me under a wave of book covers and authors.  Oh!  What about the Sweet Valley High series by Francine Pascal?  I read that series incessantly during my teen years.  I remember spending so much money on those books…and it became a challenge…buying, reading, and arranging all those books on my shelf in chronological order.  Then, a little further back I remembered some required reading from middle school…Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume and the life and writings of Edgar Allen Poe.  I admit, I didn’t care for Judy Blume, but I was fascinated with Edgar Allen Poe…The Raven, The Tell Tale Heart, The Masque of the Red Death, The Pit and the Pendulum, and so on.  But, I still wonder why they had Poe as required reading for a 13 year old!  It was probably my fascination with Poe that led to my interest in crime/suspense/mystery novels.  So, it was only logical that by high school, I had moved on to Dean Koontz, Stephen King, and Anne Rice. 

I continued to ponder the books I read as a child and found that with all the authors, titles, and genres flowing through my mind, I continuously returned to fourth grade.  It was a magical year, I suppose…a time for trading stickers with my friends, staying out of the clutches of boys chasing girls on the playground, and my first introduction to poetry.  Now, I admit I would have done almost anything to not go outside for recess, as you can imagine!  Quite coincidentally, my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Joyce Sigler, had an exciting project for me and a friend in lieu of play time.  At recess, she would tape a large sheet of white paper on the wall and place the overhead projector in just the right spot for maximum size.  She would then place a transparency on the overhead glass, and my friend and I would carefully trace the letters and drawings onto the plain white paper.  That simple job made me feel important!  And, unbeknownst to me at the time, I learned about poetry and how to make that funny little lower case ‘a’.  I mean, who really writes an ‘a’ like that?  Ultimately, I ended up reading the entire book from which the transparencies were made.  What an exciting experience at such an impressionable time in my young life!

You may wonder what poetry could possibly fill a fourth grader with so much excitement.  This poetry was magical, complete with funny drawings…a book filled of stories such as Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who would not take the garbage out, a crocodile who went to the dentist, and little Peggy Ann McKay who was so sick she could not go to school today!  Yes, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein became my favorite book that year.  That year became one of my most memorable years in school and, by my estimation, served as a catalyst for my growing love of books.

I now share Mr. Silverstein’s books with my own children.  Not only Where the Sidewalk Ends, but A Light in the Attic, Falling Up, and The Giving Tree, as well.  Will my fourth grader have the same memories about reading these books as I have?  Probably not, but I hope to make an impression as great as that given to me all those years ago by one very special fourth grade teacher and Shel Silverstein!

*This entry first appeared as a guest post on basicallyamazingashley.com in May 2011