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Holotropic. . A while back on a sunny Sunday, I was stuck inside, injured and immobile, frustrated to say the least. Wondering if oxygen might help the healing, I started breathing, deep and full, and kept breathing that way, for a long while. Much more air than needed. What ended up happening was one of the more unique experiences of consciousness I can remember. Partly because it was so unexpected. At first alarming, then beautiful. Apparently, as I learned years later, it’s a thing. The term Holotropic was coined by psychiatrist Stanislav Grof, and his method, which i’d stumbled into proximity of, was developed in the 1970’s after LSD was made illegal. Humans have been breathing for a while, so I’m guessing he wasn’t the first. . One of the perceptual changes I experienced was feeling, (not really seeing, but sensing) everything as tho made of vibrating particles. Like everything was made of sand, but in motion like the static on an old tv. The varying groups of particles held together by consciousness. I looked at my chair, that stout character, and marveled that I didn’t fall through to the floor. I thanked my cup for holding tea, laughed with the silver physio ball across the room, and cried when conversing with the injured part of my body. Then it was over, and I was laughing again, bemused and wondering what just happened.
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Amy owns a steakhouse, far from the beaten path in central Idaho. She serves breakfast, and it's a good one. After a silent conversation of winks and nods over our polished plates, she asked where we were headed. "Jackson" was our response, a terse "Tourist Trap" was hers. . I hear you Amy. I might try and say it differently, that it makes sense so many flock to the grandeur of the Tetons. That I wish I could ride a horse over a ridge and discover those incredible peaks, void of campers and tolls and pavement and novelty t-shirts, but that's not the world we live in anymore. . Of course, Amy might glance around her lonesome valley, briefly thatch my thoughts as tenable as tumbleweed, and say "The hell it ain't, you just gotta know where to look."
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Out of this glistening cave wall, flowed a full river, 30 feet in width. Not far later it whirlpooled, completely disappearing beneath a churning moraine of rock and ice rubble. . It took us a while to reach this spot, carefully picking our way. Is that surface solid or crumbling and cavernous? At one point I threw a fifty pound boulder onto a slurry of what looked to be passable ice. The rock cashed through and out of view. Nope… not that way. . Glaciers, like some wild animal, have a sense of hidden power. In a flash, beauty becomes tenacity. A shimmering surface hides grinding depths of the unknowable. Certainly that's part of the attraction. Stepping into their living world comes with a slight intake of breath, a holding close of ones own fragility, a part of your lungs that won't exhale until back on solid ground. An acute lesson of preservation… self or otherwise; tread with respect; lightly, and wisely. . Thankfully it was later, away from the glacier, that our only mishap occurred. @chelseakauai bruised her foot while jumping in a stream to shower off. Giving her a piggyback ride to the car, I was grateful she naturally leaves such a light footprint, and that the Mtn exacted such a light toll for our passage.
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