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Sunday, July 7, 2013

Making Her Way on Life's Path

H.and Fig. Sorry I lopped his head off.
Three summers ago, I drove Figgy and her friend up here to Pinkham Notch in the White Mountains of New Hampshire for a teen wilderness hike with the Appalachian Mountain Club [AMC]. I hated to head back to NJ, and wrote this post: LEAVING HEAVEN.

Today, H. and I drove Figgy to Camp Dodge, the volunteer center, to do a five-day trail-clearing hike run by the AMC. This one will be hard work but she seems really into it. She's part of a team of maybe 20 teens. Nature is something she truly treasures. Just as her dad and I do. 

Yet in nature, it's not all butterflies and wildflowers, cattails and ponds. Things can be rough and rocky, and have been of late for our tight nuclear family. Just like when you try to get a foothold on a path up a mountain in Maine or New Hampshire. The view at the top, or even the walk itself, is worth finding your way; all of the obstacles can't be swept away for you so the path is free and clear. The ultimate separation is upon us when college starts in August and I think the anxiety over that has rolled new boulders in our path....I trust it will be nice for all of us to take a break this week.....

Good night from the Cranmore Inn in North Conway. Sleep tight.

TCOY
  1. Today I ate both a peach and a plum and both were sweet and summery.
  2. Spoke calmly.



2 comments:

  1. Yes, M. announced she was taking off to stay with Uncle Lance in Bellport and I bristled unreasonably (it felt so...presumptuous and entitled during a time where I haven't been afforded much entitlements). But, it's been the best thing, the separation and the break from the pre-college anxiety, and it's nice to have loving phone calls and I'm looking forward to seeing her for my weekly Mom visit on Wed. It's a tsrange time this run-up to the big goodbye.

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  2. yes, Kim, well-put.....a strange time, this run-up to the big goodbye...love alice p.s. i hope your mom is doing OK

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