Sunday, March 11, 2018

Tool for the Journey #37 - Playing 'Fetch'...

Sailors and explorers in days-of-old would travel to far-off lands where they would see miraculous things never imagined. They experienced adventures, ate unknown foods, tasted exotic spices, saw new animal species and - for better or worse - their horizons broadened! When they returned home with fantastical tales of the places and things they had seen most people felt their stories were pretty 'far-fetched'. This is where the phrase, far-fetched comes from.

Play FETCH (verb) as in the game we play with our dogs, has the meaning (Old English) to 'grasp something'; to go and bring something back.

A FETCH (noun) in folklore is, among other things, the 'bringer' of something. Your 'fetch' may be an angel or spirit or even a totem animal who brings wisdom and insights.

To FETCH (verb) in archaic times meant: to take a breath or heave a sigh. 

The FETCH (noun) in nautical terms is the maximum length of open water over which the wind can blow unobstructed. 

OK, so you're probably asking yourself, "So what does all this have to do with the price of tea in China?" Bear with me and I'll fetch my point for you.

I've been on a spiritual journey over the past 8 months which was born out of loss. Sometimes a tidal-wave of grief can force us to open ourselves to new knowledge. The prevailing winds bringing these new insights to me recently seems to be 'heavenly'. Four months ago I began to meditate daily, usually twice per day, and with each passing day there is a tidal wave of new insights, perspectives and understanding previously unknown to me. Thankfully, blessedly, these things have replaced or at least altered the deep waters of my grief.

Today in my meditation a metaphor occurred to me. What if Spirit/God/All That Is = the Wind and those of us who are on an active spiritual path = The Fetch. In order for Spirit/God/All That Is to work on us and help us grow and evolve spiritually we need to increase the distance of The Fetch = our openness, our receptivity and our capacity to be 'unobstructed' so we can receive more spiritual insights and awareness. 

The Wind flows across the length of The Fetch and creates first micro-ripples, then ripples, chop and ultimately fully developed waves. *Waves with the highest energy levels will result from a combination of a long fetch and a consistent dominant wind blowing in the same direction. So, in simple terms, the bigger the fetch, the bigger the wave*. Thus, my hypothesis is the more open we are, the more awake and receptive we are to Spiritual Insights, the longer we are as The Fetch, the more capacity we have to receive insights and spiritual inspiration from The Wind and be transformed from Ripples through to Waves.

If I blow on a bowl of soup, the length of The Fetch is only from one side of the bowl to the other. This is me in my smallest state; a state with limited fetch and thus limited (or no) capacity for The Wind to form waves of knowledge within the Sea of Me.

Continuing with the analogy of Waves generated in me by Spirit/God/All That Is. As I grow spiritually I will have peaks and valleys, crests and troughs. I will have times of light and illumination and I will have times of darkness and lack of clarity. Life's storms create waves and this sometimes, though not always, translates to learning by way of painful lessons. However, the longer and wider our Fetch (= the less restricted we are), the more easily the Wind can blow through, create waves of knowledge in us and not cause too much havoc. Storms far out at sea cause far less 'damage' than storms close to shore where there are 'restrictions' to bump up against.

Crest (physics) from Wikipedia. A crest is the point on a wave with the maximum value or upward displacement within a cycle. A crest is a point on the wave where the displacement of the medium is at a maximum. A trough is the opposite of a crest, so the minimum or lowest point in a cycle.

Throughout our lives, and our spiritual development as humans, there will be times when our Fetch will be both long and short and always our waves will have both crest and trough. This is natural and to be expected on the human journey. We just have to learn to 'roll with it' and trust the rhythm of the ripples and waves as they are formed within us.

It's good to remember we are both biological and spiritual beings. We are spirit-beings occupying a physical body - not the other way around. Both elements of us are important, but too often we focus only on the physical element and neglect the spiritual core of who we are. Our spirit occupies the body we were born into, but when our physical life is over our spirit and our consciousness will continue on the Grand Adventure just like those sailors and explorers from matter how far-fetched that may sound to some. Death is not the end, but merely the next leg of the journey!

*"Our brain is part of the visible, tangible world of the body. Our mind is part of the invisible, transcendent world of thought, feeling, attitude, belief and imagination. The brain is the physical organ most associated with mind and consciousness, but the mind is not confined to the brain."

Consciousness is the bridge which connects us to the divine. Consciousness = the port-holes in our sailing ship. We get a choice which window(s) we look out of and the window(s) we choose to look out of will determine what we are able 'see'. Our Fetch is determined by our Higher Consciousness and our willingness to open ourselves up to insights and awareness from The Wind/Spirit.

The alpha and omega of all of this is LOVE! Love is where we came from and it is to LOVE we shall all return. It is LOVE which generates the Wind which, if our Fetch is long enough, will create Waves of Awareness and spiritual growth within us. It is only with LOVE that the imaginary linear lines which seem to separate us can be blurred. There is a phrase: As above, so below. Today it occurs to me: Love above, Love below. Love and gratitude are vital to spiritual growth! A wise soul recently told me: Gratitude is a spiritual light-switch.

I don't know if any of this will make sense, or if any of this matters. I'm sure I've mixed metaphors and perhaps included some logical fallacies. But I hope you'll look through a higher porthole and find meaning in these words. I hope in some way I have been a Fetch for you, bringing something to ponder and meditate on. Remember, the bigger the fetch, the bigger the wave. And the Wind is all around us, all the time. The Wind is the bringer of insights and spiritual gifts. All we need to do is increase our Fetch. There are ripples and there are chops of knowledge and there are waves of knowledge too. We have the capacity within us to choose which we will receive.

"You don't take baby-steps for the distance they cover, but to put yourself within reach of life's magic. Just like you don't hoist your sails to move the boat, but to put yourself within reach of the wind!" - Mike Dooley

One last thought. We all tend to love our oh-so-linear world. A-Z, 1-100, left to right, but I now suspect the 'truth' isn't linear. Love isn't linear, your arms wrapped around someone you care about is a circle, waves roll in circular motions.Sacred Geometry shows us everywhere in nature we see circles and spirals. I believe the truth we are seeking is ultimately 'found' in circles/spirals rather than in traveling a straight line. Sailing ships tack a course, they cannot sail in a completely straight line. 

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. -T. S. Eliot

The spiral is a sacred symbol which represents our human journey and life as it is unfolding. The spiral symbol can represent the consciousness of nature beginning from its center and expanding outward. Many of the sailors and explorers (or those left behind) 'thought' they were sailing across a linear ocean and at some point would reach the end and drop off into the abyss. What was later discovered is the earth is round/circular, rather than linear/flat. Somewhere there is a message here for us on our voyage.

I am an Sailor who was born out of a storm I didn't see coming. Daily I'm working to expand my Fetch so the Wind can create glorious waves in the Sea of Me.

“A ship in harbor is safe — but that is not what ships are built for.” — John A. Shedd. 

In-Joy and Gratitude,

“We are mirrors mirroring a mirror” 
― Douglas R. HofstadterI Am a Strange Loop


Sunday, July 30, 2017

Tool for the Journey #36 - Gratitude for my greatest teacher!

 Scott Blair Whitlock - April 28, 1957 - July 7, 2017

Deciding everything is falling into place perfectly as long as you don't get too picky about what you mean by place. Or perfectly. - Brian Andreas

It has been said that comparison is the thief of joy. Scott Blair Whitlock never compared himself to anyone…and perhaps this is why his default setting was joy. Scott traveled light in this life both physically and metaphorically. He didn’t let things weigh him down. Levity was what Scott brought to the table more than anything else. He was a human helium balloon, and he had a magnificent capacity to lift up the world around him.

Scott told me once that all he ever wanted to do was connect people and make people happy. He succeeded at both of these aspirations. His vivacity, cheerfulness, sense of humor and silliness all meant everyone wanted to be around him because being near Scott was such a fun, happy place to be. He was one of a kind, he never apologized for exactly who he was and he never once twisted himself into a shape unnatural to him in order to please someone else. What you saw was what you got – and if you were blessed enough to call him your friend, then you were blessed indeed.

Scott was a man’s man, but he respected women. He could hang with the guys, play or watch sports and be 100% male, but he was always a gentleman around the ladies. He embodied good manners (thanks to his amazing parents) and when the going got tough he always stood up and did the right thing, even when ‘the right thing’ wasn’t convenient or popular. He was the guy who would give you the shirt off his back without a moment of hesitation. He was not two-faced, he had integrity and you always knew where you stood with him. He was a true and loyal friend in an age where this has become sadly rare. 

On Friday, July 7, 2017, Scott departed this life, and those of us who loved him have been left with a hole in our collective hearts deeper than the Grand Canyon. In my eulogy for Scott, I described him as a ‘Technicolor, super-sonic, whirling-dervish rainbow’, and this is as close as I can get to being able to describe with mere mortal words, the most magnificent, glorious, big-hearted, exquisite, stunning man I have ever known. On some other planet there may be a word for what Scott was, but we don’t have such a spectacular word in any human language I am aware of.

Scott Whitlock reminded me of everything there is in this world to love. He was my greatest teacher and he taught me many things, but one lesson which stands out in my mind is the importance of malleability. He was flexible and didn’t cling too tightly to anything…he was malleable, fluid and buoyant. When plans changed, he changed with them. He’d smile and say, “Well I guess we’re going this way now.” He met each day of his life with a smile and every life he touched was better for the encounter.

The world will never be the same without his laughter. I was blessed to dangle my feet off the edge of the world with him for the time we had. I am forever better and forever changed because of who he was to me and how he was with me. There are many things I will forget over the course of my life, but the times I spent with Scott Blair Whitlock and the lessons he taught me will not be among them.

Thank you for everything, Scott!
Fare thee well!

I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people & for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together. – Brian Andreas

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Tool for the Journey #35 - Born with Wings

Are we born with wings or just the potential for them?

This question has been occupying my thoughts lately - especially when I notice someone or something trying to clip my wings or ground me or warn me of the dangers inherent in flight. Who says we can’t fly? Who says those aren’t wings on my back? Perhaps that’s exactly what they are. But why have ‘wings’ if we’re too afraid to use them.

"When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return." 
-Leonardo da Vinci

I’m using flight as a metaphor because it's an important one to me. So much in life ‘grounds’ us and holds us down with stunning force, but I’m more interested in what lifts us up, what gives us wings and helps us to set ourselves to soaring? I adore the metaphorical whooshing sound as I lift off and leave behind my earthly bounds. To fly up through the clouds and wind and weather - which constitutes the storms of my life - and burst through to sunnier blue skies on the other side of the oppressive gray of worries and troubles, this is pure, raw joy for me.

I’m no master of the air and flight corrections are a daily necessity. I’m working to chart my course into the next chapter of my life and my flight path at present is far from clear. The dense cloud-cover means I’m often flying without visual reference to the ground or the horizon and this makes the use of navigational instruments and the 'control-tower' of close friends, mandatory.

Is it difficult sometimes to stay optimistic in the face of all the downward forces? You bet. And navigational mistakes - boy have I made some doozies! I wish this wasn't the case, but it's the truth. However, I believe we can walk away from the plane wreck of our mistakes; all we need to do is muster the courage to forgive ourselves. We can walk away from these crash-landings (sometimes without so much as a scratch) if we're willing to let go of the guilt or shame or regret which too often comes with making mistakes. We need to lighten up, not be so darned hard on ourselves and realize that errors and corrections are all part of the process.

So what is it which lifts us? What determines when we have the wings  of an eagle instead of an ostrich? I read somewhere that bumble bees shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know that so it goes on flying anyway. I love this idea - it resonates with me because it implies choice and the potential for success even when things appear impossible.

"If riding in a plane is flying then riding in a boat is swimming. If you want to experience the element then you must get out of the vehicle." - Anonymous

Some days I’m an eagle cutting through the air like a knife, other days an ostrich; some days a penguin, other days a kestrel or a robin or even a bumble bee. Some days my wings are powerful and efficient and carry me great distances with seemingly little effort, but other days they don't work at all and lift off isn’t possible no matter what I do or how I wish it to be so. On those dark nights I lie in my bed while my exhaled prayers fly heavenward without me and oh how I long to follow.

As author Toni Morrison so aptly put it: “You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”

There are times in my life when I’ve soared – really, truly, blessedly soared. I’ve been through hell and come out of it - like a phoenix from the flames - with flying colors time and again so I’m banking on there being a good chance this time will be no different. At present I can only see what lies ahead out of the corner of my heart. I know, without any doubt, in the days ahead there will be things to embrace and things I'll need to lovingly set aside if I'm to achieve lift-off again.

Recently a friend told me I’m too happy and he suggested this isn’t normal or balanced – not yin and yang. I disagree with him. I don’t think the poles are happy or depressed. I’m not happy all the time, but I choose to reside persistently and insistently in hope and gratitude. For better or worse I'm an optimist and I choose to walk or fly – even into the darkness – making light of it as best as I can. I remember the frantic line from Jonathan Livingston Seagull, by Richard Bach, "...birds don't fly at night!" But sometimes we find ourselves in darkness and there's no choice but to to keep right on flying even through the darkness. Something about "if you're going through hell....DON'T STOP!"

Buoyancy is a navigational tool of mine and it's a quality I'm grateful to possess. The gravitational forces and inertia of life are constant in their efforts to ground us After a lot of consideration I've come to the conclusion that we simply must learn to become the Wright Brothers of our own lives, and to heck with everyone who says we aren't meant to fly!

Have you ever seen a raven make love to the wind, or a hawk diving down in fearless pursuit of prey? Have you witnessed an eagle flying lazy circles in the sky on a summer afternoon, or 10,000 dragonflies filling the sky with wings and eyes and iridescent colors flashing? These are real things but they are metaphorical too. We can do this. We are not Icarus; we can rise up and soar towards the sun without fear of our wings melting. Does it take courage, yes, but this is a small price to pay for the view!

Crafting our lives with love in one hand and a carving knife in the other we can defy gravity, but we have to carve away what is no longer serving us and what is weighing us down. At any given moment we can change our minds and start to lighten up. Fear, doubt, internal and external noise and the mind-control of our electronic connectivity can all weigh us down. We tend, as humans, to cling to 'weighty' things but if we're to truly sore then lightening our load is essential.

A thousand minutes. A thousand hours. A thousand days. A thousand times we must pick ourselves up again, dust ourselves off and keep on going. We figure it out, we lift off and fly for awhile, but then something else weighs us down and we have to figure it out all over again. It's a constant practice and process. I try to remind myself in moments of fear and doubt that safe is a sedative and that a 'leap and the net will appear' strategy has mostly worked well for me - not 100% of the time but often enough to give it another go when lift-off seems possible even after a recent 'crash'.

My life right now needs not just mere change but metamorphosis, and I’m presently within the chrysalis trying to be patient while waiting to see what butterfly emerges from this cocoon.  Maybe I'm not flying today but one day soon I will be again.

How do we grow new feathers on old wings? What truly alters us deep down inside? Where does the necessary courage come from to change? Tapping our well of inner strength isn't always easy; there is a focus required, something intangible which must rise up from the core of us and when it does we get the joy of seeing and feeling what we're made of.

People seem so keen on the idea of attraction - what they are attracted to and what attracts them, but I'm more interested in what CHANGES me: transformation from caterpillar to butterfly; transitioning from ground to sky; movement vs stagnation, trust vs fear. It has been said sometimes our only visible means of transportation is a leap of faith. I know in order to make these sorts of brave leaps something within me usually needs to change, but if I can manage to find the courage to take the leap then my wings will usually cooperate and I'll be flying circles around all those things which minutes before had been weighing me down.

Here's to lift-off, to courage, to leaps of faith and hope and transcending our fears in order to achieve broadened perspective and the view of the ground from the sky! After all, when we reach the end of the runway we're supposed to FLY! And if all else fails....there's always the option to fly by the seat of our pants!


“The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.” – Nietzsche

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Tools for the Journey #34 - Enough


1. pronoun: as much or as many as required.
    synonyms: sufficient, plenty, a sufficient amount, an adequate amount, as much as   necessary;  a sufficiency, an ample supply; one’s fill; there’s enough for everyone.

2. adverb: to the required degree or extent (used after an adjective, adverb, or verb); adequately. 


I've spent a lot of time (or perhaps 'just enough' time) pondering the concept of enough. How much is enough? What determines when we have enough?  In our consumption-based society the messages we get everyday from the media are we do not have 'enough' and should go out and buy more. There is a scarcity mentality rather than a gratitude mentality and this perpetuates the sense of needing more. As consumers this is bad enough, but for our souls this is far worse. How many of us can truthfully look ourselves in the eye and say, 'You are enough" and believe it? If we can't do this then how can we help our children see themselves as enough in a world telling them daily on television that they are not thin enough or beautiful enough or smart enough or rich enough?

Recently I had the blessing of reconnecting with an old friend I hadn't seen in many years. T is the person who 26 years ago gave me the gift of 'enough'. His perspective about ’enough’ became an important navigational tool for me on my life-journey and his words have echoed in my head and heart all these years especially during times when I found myself in the trap of not believing I had enough. In many ways his words became my True North on the topic of 'enough'.

When I met T he was a mountain-man living completely off the grid. He quietly embraced his minimalist lifestyle un-apologetically and he was a master of how to live lightly upon the earth. He was conscious of his carbon footprint before most of us knew what a carbon footprint was. He was the first person I'd ever met who was wholly content with exactly what he had and he lived each day as completely 'enough'.

T showed me enough. How to see enough, how to live enough and that I was enough exactly as I was with nothing missing. Before I met T no one had ever told me I was enough just the way I was, but he did and it changed my life.

We sat under the stars on the side of his mountain and he spoke words far wiser than might be expected from the mouth of one so young (he was 29 years old at the time). He spoke softly and without judgment or malice about what it means to live with enough and to be 'enough'. Those conversations impacted me more than he ever knew and only now, 26 years later have I had the chance to express my gratitude for his generosity of spirit with me back then.

Today I'm happy to report T has withstood the test of time. He continues to live his credo and has stayed true to his life-stance of choosing to reside in a place of 'enough'. He is still a mountain-man (albeit living on a different mountain) and his carbon footprint remains ever so light upon the earth. He continues to live by example and chooses to dwell in a place where what he has is completely enough.

He is still articulate in his quiet way and my conversations with him now are as provocative as they were back then. He still challenges me to be a larger, more awake version of myself. His world-view is bold and lucid and well considered though certainly not popular with those more comfortable in the mainstream.

His focus and outlook is more...panoramic, if you will. His quest seems to be how we can find a way to be content with what we have and also serve the larger common good rather than just continuing to accumulate more and more stuff. He abhors the perpetual quest for more stuff because it weighs us down and misses the point; thus making our lives smaller and less than they might be. Perhaps his message is that 'less is enough' and his life is a shining example of how richly textured and beautiful residing in a place of 'enough' can be.

The miracles of this life rarely happen in huge, flashy moments; they more often occur in the tiny, nearly invisible moments which are far too easily missed. T's gift to me - the miracle of helping me develop the eyes to truly be able to see and experience what I have as enough (and who I am as enough) was one of those tiny miracle-moments which happened on the side of a mountain in starlight. It was a gift quietly and humbly given without strings attached by a stunningly beautiful human and it impacted my life in ways I find difficult to adequately articulate.

I don't hold T on a pedestal - he is entirely human. He's as fallible and fragile as the rest of us and I would not dishonor him with a pedestal. No, I place him right where he should be - on rock-solid ground in all his humanness. Yet even so, he is a samurai of enough. He is still wise beyond his years and one of the best people I’ve ever been blessed enough to call my friend. His friendship is one of the most important of my life and his unselfish willingness to sing me awake has meant the world to me…but I must admit the gift of his friendship is more than enough and more than I’d ever have asked.

In-Joy and gratitude,

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Tools for the Journey #33 - New Eyes


Perhaps it's logical to think of eyes when we encounter someone who has lost the physical use of theirs. Since I first met Erik Weihenmayer in 2008 I've spent a lot of time thinking about eyes, and more importantly about what constitutes seeing and vision. Before I met Erik I never made a distinction between sight and vision; now I do.

If you ask me what is the most significant lesson I've learned from Erik I'd have to say it's the concept of having 'new eyes.' As a sighted person I undoubtedly take seeing for granted and had long made the mistake of thinking of sight and vision as synonymous. The time I've spent with Erik and as I've studied his books and heard him speak (publicly) I now am more clear in my understanding of what constitutes seeing and true vision.

Where I've been blind in my life, Erik has shown me how to have vision and new eyes both looking back at my past and also looking forward towards the future. He's shown me if I look with my eyes I'll see what's there, but if I look instead with my heart perhaps I'll see what's possible out beyond the edges of what's visible. However, if I'm truly going to 'see' in this fashion I need to use new eyes.

When I think about Erik and his vision I think about dragonflies. Why dragonflies? I suppose the easiest way to answer this is by sharing some of how the world sees dragonflies.

The dragonfly, in almost every part of the world symbolizes change and adaptation. Change in perspective and also metamorphosis of self over time as one develops a deeper understanding of life.

The Japanese word for dragonfly is 'tombo' (sounds like toe-m-bow). In ancient Japan the samurai used the symbol of the dragonfly on garments and ornaments to represent power, agility and victory and as a reminder to never give up. The dragonfly held a special significance to the samurai because their seemingly tireless movement reflected the samurai's desire to give tireless service to his feudal Lord. In Native American culture dragonflies are symbolic of transformation, speed, light and purity.

Dragonflies are characterized by their large multifaceted or “compound” eyes. Each compound eye is comprised of a collection of as many as 30,000 hexagonal lenses called ommatidia. Together, these thousands of ommatidia gather information which produces a mosaic of “pictures” within the brain of the dragonfly. With this mosaic the dragonfly has a vast and textured vision of the world which empowers them to move through their environment more purposefully. The fact a dragonfly can 'see' 360 degrees at all times symbolizes the potential uninhibited vision of the mind and the ability to see beyond limitations. 

The iridescent, reflective properties of a dragonfly’s wings and body symbolize (for me) how who we are gets ‘reflected’ out into the world. Iridescence is the ability of colors to change based on the reflection and refraction of light. As we journey we have a choice about how we reflect and refract the light (or darkness) we encounter. How we perceive this light depends on which set of eyes we're using.

Dragonflies can fly in all directions - up and down, backwards and forwards, and can also hover. This flexibility and adaptability means they can move through their surroundings with fluidity and are better able to deal with the challenges they encounter.  

Like the dragonfly, Erik is flexible and adapts to his surroundings using the mosaic of information he gathers with his version of compound eyes. Just as the dragonfly, he is a land and (through kayaking) a water creature. Both physically and metaphorically he seeks high altitudes and great depths. He's shown me by example how the willingness to have new eyes can transform challenges into catalysts for real change in my own life. The use of these new eyes has given me perspective and helped me to keep moving even during times when the desire to lay down and quit has been overwhelming.Chin up, cheer up, wake up, lighten up, persevere and reach have been resounding messages.

My new eyes have helped me to see adversity as wind for my sails rather than an anchor to weigh me down. Most importantly is the constant reminder that I always have a choice on how I see adversity.

Erik challenges me to cross the abyss which separates me from myself and does this with humor and candor and with the kindness of a true brother and compassionate friend. These words from him ring true in my head and my heart:

"Success is not just the crowning moment, the spiking of the ball in the end zone or the raising of the flag on the summit. It is the whole process of reaching for a goal and, sometimes, it begins with failure."

It's the whole process! All of it. It's the fumbling as well as the touchdown and even when I'm the very last person to cross the finish-line the important thing is I started and that I kept going; I persevered when it would have been far easier to give up. It's pressing on in the face of fear. It's the use of these new eyes when everyone else can't see what I see and trusting myself regardless of the naysayers. It's the act of REACHING not so much what it is that I reach.

On top of mountains weather can change fast. On rivers the currents can flip you over and thrash you against the rocks. In life things happen which can knock all the wind out of us in an instant. Resisting these things doesn't do any good, but using new eyes to help respond to this adversity absolutely makes a difference in how iridescent we become and thus the difference we can make in our own life and the lives of others.

The new eyes I envision for myself are dragonfly-eyes; compound eyes which provide me with a mosaic of vision. Going forward I want vision more than I want to see because I know my old eyes can play tricks on me. My old eyes are more prone to see illusions whereas my new eyes are more apt to see the 'truth' of the see what's possible. I want to be responsive, adaptable and willing to change. Most of all I want to be more creative, courageous and bold in the use of these new eyes.

Recap: New Year, New Eyes, walk on and ROCK ON! Vision - pass it on!

Blessings on the journey!

PS - For more information about Erik and his work you can visit his website:

Time Magazine wrote this about Erik:

"There is no way to put what Erik has done in perspective because no one has ever done anything like it. It is a unique achievement, one that in the truest sense pushes the limits of what man is capable of."

  "What's within you is stronger than what's in your way." - Erik Weihenmayer