One year ago today, my journey of one day less than six months on the Appalachian Trail was completed. Lately, I have been having literally, well, I don’t know any other way to describe them other than, flashbacks. At the end of a powerful kundalini yoga class last night, I had a wondrous moment. I was magically transported back to the top of one of the endless wet and rainy, blowing winds, rock covered mountains in southern Maine. I am not sure how long I was mesmerized by this occurrence while supposedly trying to meditate, but when I awoke from my awake dreaming, I was for a moment, still in Maine. For those that are unfamiliar with my tales along this adventure, Maine, while encompassing only 280 something miles of the entire trail, was the only point where I considered myself nearly defeated by this apparent beast. Fortunately, this period of time was brief, with the help of several angels guiding me along my path.
By the time I had reached southern Maine, I had endured many emotional states… From the good, to the bad, and certainly the ugly….as well as everything in between. When recalling moments from my long journey and speaking to others, I am usually fairly vague about particulars because there really is no definitive way to relate all that happens to one while hiking the trail. It was so much more than transporting myself 2,179 miles. I find myself not talking about it because there is simply too much to tell.
So why would I transport myself back to one of the most terrifying moments of the entire epic journey while peacefully meditating?
In a way, you leave a part of your “self” behind. You leave behind your fears and grow stronger as you realize there is nothing you cannot do if you believe it to be so.
