Things I learned today:

• There are many, many, many excellent reasons people go to ski resorts, (instead of skiing at home).

• There is a very good reason that even the bunny slopes have a lift or moving track to get you back to the top of the slope. (walking back up the mountain whilst lugging skis, and wearing ski boots in knee deep snow is HARD work)

• Dogs and skiing don't mesh. (Playing tug of war with my ski poles is NOT helpful, Cissy!)

• I cannot take selfies whilst on skis. (I am too busy trying to remain upright.)

• I deserve a shiny gem for the aerobic and weight work-out I got today. 

 

 "Stop magic wanding your friends for a minute." (I dinna know what else to call it on the spur of the moment. <g>) "We need to talk about some Magic Wand rules."

Magic Wand Rules
1) Don't magic wand your friends in the face (it aggravates them).
2) Magic wands don't shoot people. Magic wands sprinkle magic on friends.
3) Magic wands only turn friends into NICE things. 

Yes, another magical day with my kidlets.Tomorrow we'll learn a new "z" word. Zap. As in, "Please stop zapping your friends with magic."

Never. A. Dull. Moment.  :-)

Riding with the Tummy Tickles 

      When we first moved to North Carolina and I discovered the cliffs at Pilot Mountain, it was like a brand-new, beautifully decorated package had been presented as a gift for me to slowly open at my own pace. At first, every time I approached one of the cliffs, my tummy would get that funny tickling sensation that lets you know you should be wary of what you are attempting. I perceive it as a healthy sense of fear that keeps you from being foolish, mixed with a quivering sense of excitement over meeting a new challenge.
  
      Rappelling down the cliffs helped with familiarity and the sense that I could manage them in controlled circumstances. Finding secluded niches of my own where no one could disturb me was ample incentive to explore and step beyond my comfort zone by climbing out on one. Sitting with my feet dangling over the edge was at first a cause for tummy tickles, too. But the sense of freedom and the magnificently encompassing views afforded me from my perches quickly quieted any sense of hesitancy. I didn't even notice the exact point when hiking along the cliffs became comfortable and something I just did.  
    
     As I have learned how to handle my motorcycle, I have experienced the tummy tickle sensations all over again. First, it was about getting down the steep, curvy driveway without tipping over and looking like an idiot—which I didn't. Oh no, I didn't tip it over until I was down the road in a neighbor's driveway (stopped, mind you) and trying to turn around. That's when I learned that I can't hold up 545 pounds of motorcycle and try to make a turn. While going uphill. On gravel.

     I learned a couple more salient facts that day. Gravel is tough to turn a motorcycle on, especially when you are just learning how to handle your new bike. I knew it was going to be a challenge, but I also learned that there are definite reasons for wearing safety gear. Boots with more traction make a huge difference. Trying to handle all 545 pounds of my bike on a hill is not a wise move, because gravity is not my friend. Now when I need to turn around while stopped, I contemplate my moves ahead of time. Where you look is indeed where your bike goes. The Motorcycle Safety Foundation instructors repeated that a gazillion times for a very good reason.

      The local mountain roads have proven to be a great teaching arena and a lot of fun. On my first day, I kept practicing circles and figure eights in a local church parking lot, as well as my "quick stops." I was making myself nuts trying to master all the slow-speed stuff, which is lots harder because motorcycles aren't intended to go only 5 or 10 mph. A friend told me I was thinking too hard and practicing too much and to just go out on the road and have fun. 
      
So that's what I've done.  

On my Honda Shadow, riding the "Rattlesnake".
 

      The past few years have been an exhilarating joy and have confirmed why I've wanted a bike for what feels like forever. I love it! I love the feel of taking a tight curve just right and the feel of my weight shifting down into my seat as I throttle up through the end of the curve. I smile so much when I downshift and hear the engine rumble like a big sleek cat. Riding up 209, on the way to Hot Springs was a major accomplishment. With 234 twists, turns and curves, (the "Rattlesnake")  it was an intrepidly fun challenge, and I was beaming with pride when I made it to my destination.

      There are risks with just about anything—and with most things I am interested in, it seems. I just try to keep it all as manageable and as safe as I can and still not lose the tummy tickle, the shivery sense of excitement, that means something amazing is on my horizon.

"When it's over, 
I want to say:  all my life  
I was a bride married to amazement
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world."

- Mary Oliver

ABC & Me....

(ABC of NC is a center for children with autism.)


When I first began working at ABC a few years ago, I was impressed and amazed with the ability of each teacher to play so wholeheartedly with their students. There was no self-consciousness, just intensely focused devotion to engaging their child. If that meant emulating a 3 year old or a 7 year old, then that's what happened. Hopping, jumping, splashing, sliding, racing, giggling, rolling games and laughing fun-filled messes extraordinaire were everyday events.

I've always been a bit reserved and actually used to be very shy. But shyness and ABC simply can't coexist. I've rolled down grassy hills with a 3 year old, zoomed around the building playing super hero games with a 7 year old, decorated my feet with shaving cream & paint with a 2 year old, ran loud giggling races down the hallway with the same 2 year old, been submerged in the ballpit, raced on scooters, jumped on the trampoline, danced on the crayon balance beam, sang every childhood song known to man, learned new songs about having a "party in my tummy" and the yumminess of "fruit salad", played in the mud, made oobleck, bubbling volcanoes and ooey-gooey paper-maché.

When I'm with one of my students, the rest of the world pretty much ceases to exist, because they are my focus and they are my joy. To say that I love my job, doesn't even begin to come close to expressing the way I feel.

Recently, on a trip back to Illinois to visit my mother-in-law who is a patient in ICU, I was able to spend time with my 3 & 7 year old nephews. They were very well behaved and were doing such a great job of being quiet and sitting down in the ICU waiting room. After about an hour of watching them do their very best to "be good", I couldn't take it anymore. I persuaded them to join me in playing lily-pad jumping games across the floor tiles, followed by zooming races across the hall (where we wouldn't disturb anyone). Races turned into super hero leaps and special cool jumps. Then we went on a quest around the hospital, watching the people from up so high walk around like ants on the ground, mountain climbing up 7 flights of stairs, pretending to swim in the fountain and giggling over how the elevator made our tummy's feel "tickly".

By the time we were done, they were ready for a snack and quiet time and my tension level had dropped down tremendously.

Kids and playing - it's an addiction. :)