After some three-hours of rolling hills and swift walking we were back at Namche. I am so glad we decided to spend an extra day here (we ended up finishing two days early) because my body is in desperate need of rest and stretching. After more than two weeks of trekking, and the last few days being particularly intense, my body has finally began to feel it. Luckily Namche is a low enough altitude that I can comfortably do yoga without losing breath, especially since I have just descended almost 2,000m.
I feel that same melancholy as yesterday, my pace was slower, gently dragging my feet to move towards our final destination. There is no longer a rush to progress, as there is nowhere left to go besides down. It's almost similar to depression, why bother rushing when there is no longer a place to rush to? Part of me is unwilling to go, saddened by the realization that I must. The other half of me is ready- I've done all I've come here to do, see, think and feel- and now I am ready to go running home with a renewed sense of being.
Just as it felt so liberating to get far away from the bustling world two weeks ago, I am ready to get back to it. Over the last two weeks I passed through my technology hangover into a space of peace and clarity, understanding more deeply the many limitations society experiences as a result of technology. I am now ready to return to it, understanding all that technology empowers an individual to do. As soon as I finish lunch I hold myself back from running to the cafe for a proper hot drink and some time to reconnect with my world that is so far away from me.
There's a new skip in my step, a renewed sense of life: I am ready. I am ready to charge forward, head first, into the future of my work. I am ready to brave the challenges of life just as I braved the challenges of this trip and I'll tell you why: because although on the outside this trip was challenging, requiring strength and stamina of both body and mind, in actuality I was always safe, there was always a next step, a bed, water, food, security, etc. and I was required to draw upon no more than what was already within me, untapped and unacknowledged.
I often thought of The Wizard of Oz on this trip, traveling around the world just to learn that it was all here within me, I just needed to recognize it. Dorothy begged to get away, she needed an answer, escape from the place that she was in; and it was in this far away land that her life changed, she saw how powerful she was, how loved she was, how smart she was. It wasn't that the answers to her prayers came as the journey, but within the journey, threaded through each adventure and experience. All the questions I sought answers for weren't out there, but in here, deep within my Soul. This amazing place was just the catalyst. When I crested the trail to glance down upon Namche earlier today I felt as though I was looking down upon Oz, the place that was the answer to my prayers. I had made it through each day, each challenge successfully with a smile on my face, the only wicked witch was the one in my head that dared to doubt what I could do. Now, with the help of my three dear friends I had made it back to Oz, the place that would mark the end of my journey and return me home.
This trek tapped into a whole new well of effort. Before this trip I was pulling from the same old well desperately hoping for more water, different water, better water. I was frustrated, no longer appreciating the commodity of my well and instead feeling that I didn't have the right tools to mine deeper to get what it was that I truly needed (and still not quite knowing what I truly needed). This trip helped me to break through the floor of the well and into a whole new source for energy, for life. Did I need to go on this trip? Of course not, but it got me to where I needed to go. This trip was the first achievement in my life where my effort, will and power truly amazed me and I plan on carrying the knowledge of this magical well home with me to supercharge my life. Just like Dorothy, I am ready to go home with a whole new perspective, new well of energy to fuel my life with greater power.
Chelsea M Latham
When I was a kid my mom would occasionally refer to me as a Reverend, because I had the need to speak so passionately about just about everything. Little did she know that some day I would build a business upon sharing the wisdom that I am so passionate about. So here you go, here are some bits and bobs of thoughts strung together for your enjoyment.