America

I’m not sure why anyone is surprised about today’s events.
You have one side targeting small businesses, burning, rioting and looting, people’s jobs and livelihoods being lost, chaos in the streets, and one side justifies all of it and the other side dosen’t.
Now you have a group of people that go after our politicians, breaching the capital and its ivory gates, going as far as to sit in Pelosi’s seat. Shots fired, damaged done.
Over the past 4 years we have had nothing but constant incitement’s from our politicians, this side is this and this side is that, creating an environment that pits everyone against the other, creating hatred all in the name of “for the common good of the people,” these leaders have lead us all to this place. Create division and then call for unity when they get what they want.
One side and all it’s supports are no better than the other.
Why are you so shocked by any of this, both sides have done their damage and yet we loyally stand by all of it, worshiping a political system that has driven its ppl to madness.
If you don’t understand why this happened then you’ve missed all of it.
All this chaos whether it be from the left or right will do nothing more then put the people in a more oppressive state.
I have nothing more to say, I’m thoroughly disappointed in all of it. I will not entertain any comments bashing on side while giving the other side a free ride.
One comment made today by president Biden, “our kids are watching this. Think about what they’re seeing.”
I’d like to add to that, our kids have been watching, they’ve watched businesses burn to the ground, hatred one toward another, people being beaten and threatened for a political party, streets filled with chaos and chanting, anger, and fire. So yes they’ve been watching for 4 years, they’ve been watching you and me destroy, hate, create division for power, burn, chant and attack one another. They’re still watching..

Cattle

I almost hated to open Facebook this morning but I did. I saw so much anger, hate, lewd comments and absolutely no conversation.
I had some time to reflect about the debates last night and what I watched.
To start, Chris Wallace did an awful job. The questions were designed to do exactly what they did. Biased and unable to hold to fact when one candidate confronted the other, Chris bypassed most of that.
We still don’t know the policies of either candidate but we don’t really need too because we know longer vote based on policy, we vote for a party no matter how bad they are, just get the wave no matter who it destroys.
What I saw last night was a reflection of us, the people.
Arguing without listening, playing politics without talking policy, taking jabs, trigger points, each party wanting their echo chamber and fan fair without listening to what each other has to say, the why behind all of it.
I woke and saw my news feed blowing up. Defending to the core a system that will eventually turn on them, a system that uses people no matter the color for votes. After all each party has your best interest at heart and we believe this. In the end the same ones prosper from a system and the same ones fail.
I’m convinced that people would spill blood for their party and the system they represent.
The proud boys, anti fia, there all one and the same. Anti fia is an ideology and from that ideology an organized movement was formed but the left will cheer and justify them in the same way the right justifies the proud boys. Each move on command and will destroy, burn, beat, and draw blood for their party and the system they idolize. Neither is any better than the other. When the walls come down people will find out exactly what it’s all about.
We talk without listening, label people, hate people, hate based on skin color whether white, black or brown and we justify that hate for the system that creates it, we strive for dominance, to rule, to dictate who can speak, who gets harassed, loses their job,what skin color is better, who is or isn’t oppressed, and god knows this goes on and on. We do this for them, we hate and fight for politics, we are now becoming the system itself, immersed in its demands, clothed in its skin, imbedded in our spirits is this system of men and woman and we idolize this racket. We are teaching the children to hate all over again, these kids don’t have a shot a unity and we are taking that from them all on command.
We will be given over to the system at some point, this will be what owns us, we will become their property.
So who lost the debate last night?! We did, the people lost.

The province of weakness

     Before strength can ever exist within, the utterances of weakness must be embraced. 

     Allow weakness to have it’s perfect work in you and frailty will become strength. 

     People have asked me, “where does your strength come from?” The best answer I can give is this, ” I’ve learned to embrace weakness and heed it’s teaching. Strong needs a place to create itself , and it’s  birth is rooted in frailty.”  

     Weakness dosent just go away. You can’t eradicate it. Weakness is there for a reason and it’s purpose is to teach you  how to be well founded. It’s desire is to birth within you unwavering strength, planted as a seed in frailty that you be well made. 

     Weakness is a mere mirror upon the soul reflecting a growth that needs to occur. 

     Just as the hand needs to be rooted to the arm to function, so strength needs frailty. 

     The journey to recreate my life began with a fall, exposing my weaknesses. I’ve learned to embrace the teachings of weakness, for without them growth would have been impossible.  

Echoes netted in stone

     The voiceless echo of self had lie there, blended quietly into the formation of a stone. 

     Not all echoes carry the weight of a distant voice. This stone had held within it’s formation my passions, and it’s unyielding ability to disconnect me from everything except self. This stone was a mirror  to who I had slowly become.  Reflective in stone, a soul once passionate and  thriving had slowly fashioned itself into an everyday existence. The echoes deeply seated into the stones structure would hand nothing over. Inspiration, passion, and redemption are fought for on adversities path. Through a reach of the hand to fit the stones formation  unfamiliar self is released into the rocks crevice. Awakenings are ignited deep within bringing forth a renewed breath of life, setting alight the souls forging towards redemption.  

Upon the rock 

  Climbing is the only thing that releases me from myself.  It pushes me beyond the limitations of my mind.. -Beth   

       The voice is your own, carefully blends itself into the balance of emotions. “If I try to hard, I’ll miss it. If I lack in my effort, I’ll miss it.” There’s a balance to it all. A longing in the soul to release it’s expression, that flows from the depth of passion and finds it’s freedom upon the rock. 

The disconnect from life’s mundanes and the chase of life’s vanities.

The rock offers you a continual emptying of self doubt and pushing the mind beyond it’s own limitations.

The body placed upon the rock working every route. The body and mind  pushes past doubts, pain, wandering thoughts, countless hours, and the longing to send. The body and mind engages with the rock until, like the words of a poet, every move is perfectly crafted into what may appear to be an effortless send upon the rock. 

It’s not about being seen but rather to see. 

Surrounded by the silence of nature and it’s still voice that offers clarity to an overworked mind and a dull soul. It’s in the this silence of nature that freedom from life’s paved road and it’s continual voice is found.

It’s the way the rock humbles you, takes you beyond yourself and brings you back again. 

 

A personal glimpse

       The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.-Terry Prachett.

      The final draft is my story being told to others, felt and heard through language carefully chosen.-Beth 

      This journey began almost a year and half ago. I had no idea where any of this would lead. This unfolded before me and for those that have been following me on Instagram and Facebook. 

      I was recently asked to right a feature story for mountain moxie. Humbled by their interest I began to write my story. I’m thankful to say it was just published a few hours ago. It’s finally available to read at, mountainmoxie.com and it’s called, starting over. Feeling grateful and relived..for those that decide to read it, I hope you enjoy it and it offers you encouragement and inspiration. I’m currently working on another story for Alpen climb.. 

 

A story behind the climb 

     Character cannot be developed in ease and quite. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.. -Helen Keller 

      It all seems so flawless, every move unwavering and without hesitation.

      There’s a story behind every climber and what appears to be an effortless send. Nothin begins completed and the send dosent just happen.

      September 15th, 7:30 am. I gather my gear together and head for the Catholes. Although it feels longer I’ve been working this route for 2 and 1/2 weeks. The beginning of this route has proven to be challenging, the size of the holds slightly beyond the strength of my fingers. 

I set myself for the first move to the route. With my left hand I reach for the second hold, push off with my right foot to have the rock crumble beneath my foot causing my right hand to slip, I’m left hanging by my left hand. I struggle to reposition my right hand as my foot sets itself on a more stable area of rock.

I haven’t completed this route but it will be worked continuously until it’s sent(completed). 

      In the beginning I would spend hours watching climbers complete routes without flaw. Each move like words to a poem carefully chosen and placed. 

      I’ve spent countless hours on the same rock battling fears, fustrations and the fight to control a wandering mind.

      The rock will leave it’s own reminder of why most quit. The success of a route isn’t just handed to any climber. Success is earned through torn skin,  aching fingers, bruises, blood and the battle to push beyond your own limitations. The flawless moves are earned through countless hours, staying when everyone leaves and understanding success forms itself through great struggle..