4:30AM – Coffee/Meditation
There is a certain level of mystery and aura to Southern Oregon. Perhaps, maybe, the strange Vortex in Jacksonville has something to do with it. Off the beaten path on the northern edge of the Siskiyou Mountains lie the quaint and rural communities like Ruch, Buncom, Williams, along with the Applegate recreation area. Each town reminds me a bit of Worthington, the town I grew up in. I could see myself living here someday. Rumor has it that Steve Miller (Steve Miller Band) owns an multi-thousand acre ranch in Williams. Each time I visit there I feel like I’m entering the land that time has forgotten. Then you add in the plethora of idyllic and rugged trails that scale the ridge lines and peaks, which for me, adds to the idea that Southern Oregon is a little slice of heaven. After being here, yet again, my enthusiasm to explore the area is more profound than ever.
Once you enter the heart of the Siskiyou’s cell phone coverage becomes nonexistent. There are no beeps, notifications, alerts, or voicemails that come through. For me, the silence and detachment from the outside world only adds to the idea of this place being special to me. I feel “off the grid” in many ways. Furthermore the silence provokes and encourages a sense of peace, quiet, and the opportunity to practice mindfulness. Southern Oregon is becoming a sanctuary of sorts, a place where I can enjoy the mountains, for hours on end, and not run into a single soul. This remote corner of Oregon is pure, raw, and authentic. The love affair shall continue.
Yesterday mornings mental carnival ride is still bothering me. I think I know the reason why, which is helping me to let go of the episode and focus on the upcoming day of being back in the mountains. Letting go of certain situations has been very hard for me over the last few days, despite the focus I have on practicing mindfulness. The peace and quiet this weekend has helped, however I know that this external interlude of serenity, once I enter back into the world of hustle and bustle, could be fleeting if I deny being in the NOW.
6:30 PM – Having just returned from the drive from Southern Oregon I’m in some serious need of a little meditation to calm my body and mind down. I’m jacked up from driving, having put Daft Punk’s Alive 07 album on volume 11 for the last stretch from Eugene to Adair Village. Might have had an extra cup of coffee too. Oh well, it’s what helps get me through long drives.
It’s nice to be home, refreshed from a solid 3 days in the mountains. I feel like I put some good work in for my head running around the endless trail system that the Siskiyou’s have to offer. The only conflict that I came across during todays run was a bout of hunger. Yesterdays tension and strain seemed to have been alleviated and left on the trails by virtue of letting go; today was all about reminding myself that there is no conflict in the mountains.
I’m about to start reading Autobiography of a Yogi, of which I’ve heard many great things. I’m excited to see what it unveils.
Check out the blogpost that started this journey through mindfulness: https://spencernewell1032.wordpress.com/2017/03/11/the-fight-with-my-mind-something-needs-to-change-today/