Rolling on the floor, laughing

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ahimsa, aikido, bad dancer, death, double bass, family, fatherhood, Hayley, kinesthetic learning, Lee County Community Orchestra, meditation, Melanie, mortality, mu-shin, no-mind, pacifism, wu-wei, Zen

It’s funny how life decides to challenge you.

I wrote here last week about my reaction to my father’s impending death.  Five days ago, life decided to throw me a curve ball.

Just after 8 Friday morning a man came after me, possibly wanting to kill me.  He was armed with several weapons, including a K-Bar military knife. It’s not clear exactly what his intentions were because I wasn’t where he thought I was, and by the time I was aware anything had happened he was already in the custody of the police, who had to take him down with guns and Tasers drawn.    I think there’s a decent chance that if he had guessed right I might not be here writing this post.

I had already been thinking about my own mortality because of my father’s dying- but I had no idea when I left for work Friday morning how close I was to leaving my kids without a father.  Strangely (or perhaps not), I found I didn’t fear death at all.  What I did fear was the devastation my death would bring to my children, whose future depends on me being here.  Dealing with the possibility of violence is an occupational hazard for me (and this is not the first time I’ve faced a wanna-be assassin), but it really sunk in in a powerful way that this was for real- that somebody who maybe did too many drugs might one day ruin my kids’ lives by sticking a K-Bar through my chest.

Not without a fight.  I am an avowed pacifist.  I quietly brushed off all the suggestions to get a concealed-carry permit (which would do me no good at work anyway, since of course I could not carry a weapon in the building).  Yet, I suddenly felt that I could not use pacifism and ahimsa to allow me to be a sitting duck the next time.  I would not wish my attacker any harm (I actually pity the guy who came after me), but that doesn’t mean I have to let him run me through, even if I were perfectly able to do so without blinking. 

Monday I started training in an aikido dojo.  The great thing about aikido- the real challenge of it- is that aikido is about using the energy of an attack against you and neutralizing it, without harm to wither the attacker or defender.  The last thing I needed was to take on something else! but I have to be able to do something if I am ever faced with this situation again and need to defend myself.

I am no stranger to the mental and emotional discipline of martial arts.  I’ve done this type of meditation work for years and am well comfortable with the concept of no-mind (mu-shin in Japanese, wu-wei in Chinese: it’s the feeling you have when you are so comfortable at an activity that you just disappear into it and do it effortlessly and naturally, without thinking)- but I have not done the physical discipline of martial arts before.  Heck, I just got back in the gym this summer.  (Doing well with it, by the way- down about 10 lbs and feel a heck of a lot stronger).  I was pleasantly surprised last night at the orchestra’s first rehearsal that I was able to play with no-mind despite laying off all summer to rest a thumb injury caused by bad technique.  It flowed effortlessly and freely, without any conscious thought about technique, position, etc.  It just played- a far cry from the night before with me stumbling and staring stupidly around the dojo.

I’ll confess right here- I find it tough.  It’s strange for a musician, but I am not a good kinesthetic learner.  I have trained myself to be able to learn fine motor skills (such as playing the bass), but I’m a tough learner with gross motor skills because I’ve never really done it.  (Sadly, I could never learn to dance.  I’d just get too confused, like a kinesthetic dyslexia.  Which foot do I move?  Left?  No, right?  Do I move forward or backward?  Where does my weight go? etc.  It’s why I am a terrible dancer.).  It’s the same with aikido.  So far it’s slow going for me to pick up a form- sensei and my sparring partner, who is also a black belt, have been very patient with me- but once I got it I got it.  I’m sore as hell, using muscles I haven’t in years.  I’m exhausted.

And yet I feel stronger- and younger.   I felt like an old man last week.  This week I’m rolling into somersaults like a kid as I get thrown to the floor.  I think I owe that guy some thanks- so long as he accepts it without any weapons, or else he’s going to end up down on the ground!

Morrow Mountain: After the storm

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derecho, Hayley, Melanie, Morrow Mountain, photograph, storm damage

On June 13, 2013 a microburst associated with a derecho struck Morrow Mountain State Park in Stanly County, NC with winds up to approximately 90 mph. The park was extensively damaged by thousands of downed trees, but incredibly no one was hurt or killed in the park. The park reopened with limited service on August 5. More than half the geographic area of the park, including the summit of Morrow Mountain, remains closed and will remain so until at least December, according to park staff.  Only 3 of the 31 miles of trails in the park have been reopened due to falling trees and dangerous conditions. My children and I toured the open sections of the park and took some photos of the damage on the Laurel Trail (a half-mile hike), where we saw several hundred trees down, and near the Robert Kron home site.

Take me out to the ball game…

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baseball, Hayley, Melanie, minor leagues, Photo

Morrow Mountain

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Albemarle, Appalachian, Badin, derecho, family, Father's Day, fatherhood, Friends of Morrow Mountain, Hayley, Hurricane Hugo, Lake Tillery, Lao Tzu, Lumber River, Melanie, Montgomery County, Moore County, Morrow Mountain, orb weaver, painting, photograph, poetry, power outage, Severe thunderstorm, spider, Stanly County, state park, storm, Uwharrie National Forest, Yadkin River

Once grand, prouder
than your neighbors to the west,
the Appalachians,
Thousands of millenia
have washed you away,
year by year, by hurricanes,
thunderstorms, showers,
just as Lao Tzu said they would
not long ago, only
forty centuries.

Now you stand a mere
nine hundred feet, not even
really a “mountain”
You may have lost your
altitude in your old age,
but the children still marvel
at your quartz, your spiders,
and the millions of species
that call your face home.
They still complain, however,
you’re too tall to climb.

-Mark Snyder, May 23, 2009

Morrow Mountain State Park, about an hour’s drive from my house, is a special place for me.  It’s where I go when I need to escape the world, to get some peace, to recharge myself when I am running on empty.  My kids and I have canoed on Lake Tillery which she overlooks.  We’ve hiked many (but not all) of her trails, including the horse bridle trails.  (The equestrian folks hate that).  Many a time I have struggled up the steep path up the Morrow Mountain Trail to the summit- a “moderate” hike by official reckoning but enough to make any fit hiker lose it.  One of my favorite memories was my kids and I climbing this trail, up and down, when they were much younger- a total of a six mile hike (I badly misjudged the distance) that left us bedraggled but happily exhausted.  On the way up my daughter walked into the huge, nearly invisible web of an orb weaver, and when the little harmless critter made her presence known she screamed in apopleptic terror:

As many of you from the US know, the eastern half of the country was hit by lines of violent thunderstorms last Thursday, that may or may not have qualified as a derecho.  Whether or not that line was formally a derecho, it clearly was a violent land hurricane with wind speeds estimated over 70 mph.  This part of North Carolina was not spared.   We were lucky- we were without power for five hours, and the kids and I played Risk by candlelight.  Many in Moore County, where I live, won’t have power for days.  Some have been told they won’t have power for a month.  Fortunately there were very few injuries I’m aware of, but there was at least one fatality- a little boy who was killed when a tree fell on him in Virginia.  Hundreds- probably thousands- of trees are down in central North Carolina.  One mountain biker I met today who was riding the trails in the Uwharrie National Forest compared the tree damage on the trails to what was done by Hurricane Hugo. “It’ll take years for the trails to get back,” he said dejectedly before he rode on.

As a Father’s Day gift my kids took me out for a day to paint plein air.  I’d never done it before, and recently I’ve been under a lot of pressure at work and have been taking time to get back to training at the gym after a scare (that was a false alarm).  I wanted to paint the view from the top of Morrow Mountain, looking down on Lake Tillery and the Yadkin River.  The very first painting I did as an adult, a few years ago, was exactly this view, and I wanted to take another crack at it.  Here’s the first one:

I still consider myself a beginner, and am entirely self-taught, but I wanted to see what I could do with some experience under my belt.  I also wanted to simply recharge my battery at a place that has been a refuge.

Unfortunately, that did not work out.  I hadn’t seen much storm damage around my house, and hadn’t heard much about that area, but the area surrounding Morrow Mountain was hit hard.  Here is a video of the storm hitting the nearby town of Albemarle (warning:  adult language):

My kids and I found at least 100 trees down, if not many more.  Many power lines and poles were down, many still in the road.  It was the kind of damage one would expect from a hurricane.  Linemen from as far away as Florida were out in force trying to repair the damage.  In one instance we found a metal ladder being used as a temporary pole, bungeed to the power lines running above it.  I don’t have a picture of this, but it was a bizarre sight.

When we got to the park, we found it closed.  We also found ourselves trapped behind road closures put up after we passed, and had great difficulty finding our way out of the Badin Lake area because roads were either closed or impassable due to tree and power line damage.  Eventually we found our way out and decided to get out of the area entirely.  We drove 90 minutes to Lumber River State Park (which had also experienced storm damage, but the park was open), where I was able to paint.

I found out tonight that Morrow Mountain State Park was devastated according to the Friends of Morrow Mountain blog.  Hundreds of trees are down blocking all roads.  Trees have apparently fallen and damaged the park office, at least one cabin in the campground, and possibly other facilities.  Forestry personnel were in the process of trying to cut their way through the down trees on the road up to the summit to search for stranded visitors.  Several RVs and/or campers were destroyed by fallen trees.  There’s no report of anyone being hurt or killed up there, but the summit is a popular spot and is very exposed in the event of a thunderstorm.  (I’ve been up there during a severe thunderstorm before.  I don’t ever want to do it again, particularly with a monster like this one).  Possibly the only saving grace is that the temperature was in the upper 90’s when the storms came, which probably helped keep people away from the park on a Thursday afternoon.  The park is closed at least til June 24, but I suspect it will be longer than that- maybe much longer- given the damage.

Driving over Lake Tillery on Hwy 24-27, you could see that the summit of Morrow Mountain appeared to have been scalped.  It looks from below that every tree on the summit is gone- though I have no way of knowing if that’s the case.

Get well soon, old friend.  I’ll miss you.

Material Girl

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dance, dance competition, family, Hayley, Melanie, poetry

You stand frozen
flourescent frills
plastic bling
made in Taiwan
drugstore lashes
and war paint
fast-twitch fibers
ready for the beat

I feel the sweat
from the spotlights
on your forehead
as you spin headlong
leaping, flying,
I feel each fiber
in your extended leg.

I didn’t raise you
to be this, a
material girl-
but as you dance
I couldn’t be
a prouder father.

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cemetery, Melanie, photograph

Promise

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aleatoric, Melanie, poetry

President Barack Obama’s US

2008 would expression

country’s fact house,

2008-

500 more

Obama promised 1975

Few hands local

Not yet,

not knowing which

biggest support will?

 

       -Melanie Means, age 6

 

Saturday afternoon

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aleatoric, family, Melanie, poetry

Saturday afternoon
At 3:00,
The sun was shining
And through the ocean bay
And more and more smiles
Came from all over the world-
And some days were
Tight in the new world
And summer dreams
Came from all over
Again from the new world.

-Melanie Means, age 6