Surviving a Cyclone

“Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.”

                                     from the poem “Kindness” by Naomi Shihab Nye

As I write this, I am waiting to hear that my daughter-in-law and my granddaughter are alive and safe. They have been smack dab in the middle of a Category 5 cyclone.  There is no power, phones or internet as the ferocious Cyclone Pam has ravaged her way through this South Pacific island nation.

Besides the worry for my own family, I am worried about the local Ni-Vanuatu people who have houses made of corrugated tin roofs.  They place rocks on top of the roofs to hold them down during high winds. With this magnitude of a storm, that’s like putting a pin on a stack of papers hoping the papers won’t blow away.

I remember my first real cyclone.  And cyclones, by the way are the same as typhoons or hurricanes.  Depends on what part of the world you reside in.  All are ferocious and many times catastrophic, like this one.   [Read more…]

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When the Unexpected happens…What I learned

A conversation to have with yourself when the worst is over

Here’s part 2 of the story I wrote last week about our scary volcano trip.  If you missed the first part, you can read it here.  And stay tuned for the end to know the real learnings in this adventure.  

I left off when we looked in the back of the truck and it was completely empty.

Where was my backpack?  My purse?  Did they unpack it with the other guests at the last hotel?  For a fleeting moment, I thought, you know, we’ll get our stuff back.  It will just be inconvenient.  I’ll have to just suck it up and sleep in my clothes tonight. 

The driver said he would bring us our bags the next day.  Before we left for the airport. 

Right.  I believed him.  What else to do at this point?

There was no one at the hotel which was dark and locked up tightly.  The owner had apparently given up on us as we were the only guests that night and he’d gone home.   

Hidden Pleasures Resort near the volcano

Our hotel which was locked up tight

Once again, adventure. Boiling pots.

We just wanted to get back to the airport for the flight back the next day.  Please.  I just wanted to see my granddaughters again. 

The three men searched in darkness, to see if they could find someone to let us in our room.  Oddly, they found a set of keys on a ledge somewhere & opened up one of the rooms for us.  So bizarre but welcome.

That night lying in bed, staring at the ceiling of the tiny thatched roof, under the mosquito net that draped around us,  my husband and I wondered, well, who knows we’re here?  Will someone come to take us to the airport? 

We had no food, no water, just ourselves.  We fell into an exhausted but fitful sleep while we waited until daylight. 

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What to do When You’re Faced with the Unexpected

In every journey or adventure, there will be the unexpected, the low points, the funky stuff that happens.  This is true for travel or for life.  And there are always lessons to be learned.

It was shocking.  And scary.  And life changing.

It all started a little bit wonky, the beginning of our trip to see the live volcano on Tanna in the South Pacific island of Vanuatu. 

That tropical morning we got off the plane from the main island of Vanuatu.  I pulled out my reservation sheet & for the life of me, I could not find the name of the hotel we were booked in.  There were people everywhere, pushing, shoving, loading up people and baskets in trucks.   

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Boarding the Air Vanuatu flight to Tanna

A Ni Vanuatu man ran up to my husband and I and looked at our papers. I’m not even sure he could read English but he said something like…”you got the voucher, come with me.”   [Read more…]

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What a Volcano Taught me about Courage

Standing on the edge of hell

Mount Yasur Volcano - Vanuatu

Approaching the mighty Mount Yasur

I’m all about adventure.  And I’m also a chicken.  AKA scardy cat.   This is part 1 of a series of adventures I had recently while traveling in the South Pacific. 

I heard the rumbling, then an explosion.  The thunder was coming from somewhere deep, and it was primal.  The ground shook beneath me & I felt the same way I’d felt when I’d been caught in Japan’s huge earthquake in 2011…terrified.

I wanted to run back down the way I came.  I asked myself, what was I thinking?

 

Volcano lava climbing

Climbing up the lava to the volcano

My husband and I arrived on the remote island of Tanna in Vanuatu, an island nation in the South Pacific, to climb up to one of most active volcanos in the world.

Here was a rare opportunity to stand on what seemed like the edge of hell.  But it was the unpredictability of what was happening that freaked me out the most.

I stood on the rim and peered down into the throat of the volcano…the earth coughed up blazing lava every few minutes.  [Read more…]

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A Letter to those Voices in my Head

Dear Saboteurs,

Some people call you their inner critics, monkey mind, critical voices, gremlins… but I call you guys my saboteurs.  Because that’s what you do.  You sabotage me.

I think you all know who you are because you’ve been around since I was about 6.

Remember?  When I looked at everyone else’s drawings in 1st grade and realized that mine didn’t look the same as all the other kids.

I’m talking to you, Mr. Comparison.

You probably didn’t want me to have my feelings hurt, so you said, hey, kiddo, yours isn’t as good as the other kids.  Your drawing looks stupid.  That was a perfect way to get me not to draw anything but stick figures and even then you said they didn’t look right either.

What’s been happening is that I am having phenomenal experiences traveling around & I’m always taking classes in cool stuff and so I really would like to share all that with my peeps.  Okay, so I’m not always clear about what I’m going to write or why I’m standing on my head in front of castles, but hey, I want my readers to have fun and do some silly stuff, too.

So Miss Not Good Enough shows up & I say to myself, “who wants to read about my life?  And it’s just being self indulgent anyway.”  That is you, MISS NOT GOOD ENOUGH…that is you, talking in my head.   See….I know, when I’m in my best moments, I can recognize you and know that it’s not really true.

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