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type-a-nomad · 7 years

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IT’S MARCH!

feb 28

It’s hard to believe that it’s been 3 weeks. I feel like I haven't done anything. I haven't hiked table mountain. I haven't gone on Safari. I haven't seen the penguins. A lot of this is because I feel like I don't have people to go do them with. You kind of just have to cross your fingers that the people in your room are cool because that’s kind of your group. The social scene here is very cliquey. Nobody really asks you to go out if you aren't already in the group, which is generally sorted by where you live because you see those people the most. It makes me feel antisocial because I don’t have the energy necessary to join whatever social group I think is “cool” or most appealing. My room is small on top of that so it’s exhausting to try and force myself into others’ spaces. At the end of the day, it’s not a big deal. I am not here to go out or have a huge social circle, but it is limiting when I don’t want to sign up for things alone but no groups ask me to join when they're going. Dani, the new girl in my room, pointed out the cliquey-ness and it’s really true. The groups feel fixed and I’m not in any of them. People know my name and I am closer with some people than others, but I don’t really have friends here. I haven't clicked with anyone personality-wise, and no group has really absorbed me. A huge group of Danish girls arrived together and it exacerbates the issue because they only speak Danish to each other (even though they can speak english) so a lot of the volunteers have no idea what’s going on with them.

Despite my initial feelings that we wouldn't be close, Dani and I have been hanging out a bit. We are on the same project and she’s really funny. Also, I don’t really have anyone else. I am still under the weather, but feeling better than I was this weekend, which is a low bar but still a bar I have cleared nonetheless. I went to the doctor on Monday and she diagnosed me with a sinus infection even though my head doesn't hurt that much. I was so nauseous, which is apparently from a post-nasal drip. My fever has gone down and I went to work today. I couldn't just sit around all day while I’m here. I would rather be at one of the schools. They have set up a new tutoring system because the principal of the school got mad they we sent different volunteers for tutoring each time. Now, they assigned 5 volunteers to go every day. I’m one of them and it feels like a gift from God. Social stuff and physical stuff is not going that well, but my assignments are so fulfilling and that’s ultimately why I am here, so I still feel quite optimistic when I wake up in the morning. Because I was so nauseous for so long, I didn't eat much at all. It’s taken a huge toll on my energy. I am totally wiped and I still need to go to swim lessons. For lunch, Danni and I went to my favorite falafel place and I ate my whole pita. That was really good because it’s my first decent meal since Friday (and it’s Wednesday). I hate not eating on schedule. It was so bizarre to have my body just reject food in an extreme like that. My energy is so low and my mental state is really cloudy. If I just listened to my body, I would fall asleep right now (3pm) and sleep until tomorrow morning. However, I have swim lessons to teach so that isn’t an option. I don’t want to let the kids down, especially because they pair us 1-1 with them. Swim lessons were just okay. The girl, Jessica (13), I was paired with was in a bit of a bad mood and was really scared of the water. It didn't help that the waves were huge and the water down here is freezing. Also, the wind was blowing which makes the 80-degree weather feel like 70-degree weather. On top of all of that, my energy levels were way down. The pre-teen condition is global. It doesn't matter if you are the daughter of a millionaire in Malibu or living hand-to-mouth in a township in South Africa, there’s a certain kind of attitude that 13 year old girls have that remains unmatched by the rest of the human population. Jessica was really really not feeling swimming and sometimes would just say she was done and walk up to the beach. I let her and would just follow her, but it is so much more rewarding when the kid is having a good day and wants to be there. I understood why she was not feeling it and so I didn't give her a hard time. On the bright side, I got her to float on her back in the water for about 5 seconds which was a huge achievement given that I couldn't get her to put her body in the water at all for the first 10 minutes. She doesn't know how to swim (none of the kids do), and the ocean is incredibly terrifying when you can’t swim. Usually, the program I work with runs the swim lessons in pools, which makes sense because the waves here are wild. Because of the drought, all the pools in Cape Town have been drained. I’m not sure if it’s a legal thing but saving water is orthodox here it might as well be. Teaching kids how to swim in the ocean is as hard as it sounds. The ocean here is still scary as somebody who is a strong swimmer. The waves in Cape Town are kind of unbelievable sometimes. They can get up to 10 feet tall. When you hear the word “10 ft.” you think of a wall, or maybe a tall sign. A 10 foot tall wave and a 10 foot tall sign look radically different. Because the mass and starting point of the wave is already at sea level, which makes it look taller for some reason. I’ve tried to remember a beach I’ve seen with bigger waves but I don’t think I can. While the waves are big, they aren’t particularly thick and the undertow isn't horrible, so I don’t feel too threatened by them. In Spain, the waves would look fine, but they were so thick and powerful you could be hit by a 3-footer and be knocked off of your feet. When I got back from swim, I took a shower (more like a rinse, you only have 90-seconds of water and I try to use less because I’m a guest in this country). Then I laid on my bed and thought about my brain and my worldview and how I can shift my mindset to treat myself and the world around me better. That was nice, and calming. My mind felt very fluid after such a thorough check-in. Wednesdays we have Potjie (pOI-kie), which is a braai but instead of just BBQ-ing meat, you use these big cauldrons on the fire to make different kinds of stew and then serve it over rice. It’s very open and social. Even though I was tired and not feeling well, Dani asked me to get a drink and hang out in the bar so I joined her. She had a beer, and I brought my ginger-lemon-honey potion that I sip religiously since I got ill. Dani has bonded with the other girls from the UK here and they came over and started talking with us. If I have a group, this is it. They were so funny and cool. I love British humor because it’s so dry and nobody takes themselves seriously. From the people I’ve met, it’s amazing how vain Americans seem in comparison. It’s a fantastic energy to be around. We decided we are all going to a music festival in one of the townships on Saturday, and then doing a wine tour Sunday, which is fantastic because Thora cancelled on me on Monday so I still haven't done a wine tour (I was super fricken bummed about that, I hate being cancelled on— it hurts my feelings). That was all reassuring and warm and fuzzy for me for a bit, then I had veggie stew with rice because I don’t really eat meat here, I don’t know why I just don't like it that much/ want it ever really. I decided instead of staying up and having tea with the English girls, that I should go to bed and recover so I’m at 100% for the weekend. Plus, they have tea every night, there will be plenty of tea-time once I’m not physically struggling to make it through the day. It is such a bummer for your physical state to be out of sync with your mental state, really. It’s so noticeable and frustrating, because you know what you want to do but you also don’t want to do what you want because you're so tired. I’m very excited to feel better.

March 1

I woke up not feeling nauseous which was awesome. I’m starting to eat at normal meal times which is such a good sign. I am so happy to not be nauseous anymore. I ate my usual bowl of dark bran cereal with sugar (lots) and milk (skim). It is Shannon’s birthday today which is great for her and absolute shît for the rest of us. Shannon is the only mildly organized person in this entire fûcking program. She got the day off and the interns surprised her with a whole day planned, which took two of them away too. So we were down 3 drivers/organizers, something we already don’t have enough of. Saying this morning was bumpy would be an understatement. The vans that usually drive us were driven by people who have never driven them. Further, my project didn't even go in the vans (I don’t know why today they suddenly didn't have the room? Weird? Nothing is ever logical or explained to us ever). Robyn, another coordinator who is very enthusiastic and optimistic but breathtakingly disorganized, drove us in a tiny blue car. There are 6 of us and we all piled in. For some reason, there were two rows of seats in what should probably be a four-person car, so we squeezed and the clown-car took off towards our school, Vissershook (pronounced Vissers- hook, not even the names of the schools really “work” here according to normal rules).

Tutoring went well. It’s very rewarding, but the language gap is still proving to be a problem. During break these boys got in a really serious fight. I’ve never seen anything like it in person. They must have been around 10 or 11 years old. They were tackling each other and punching and kicking each other in the stomach. My co-volunteer, Lucas (super tall and super French), and I had to pull them apart. If Lucas hadn't been there I honestly don't know what would have happened because these are no longer little kids. They're almost my size, and I probably wouldn't have been able to stop them and could have gotten hurt myself. One of the boys was bleeding, but nobody got seriously injured as far as I could tell. Other than that I played with the little girls and let them do my hair. They LOVE my hair, but they turn it into one huge birds-nest. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to find half a sandwich in it when I finally get home and wash/brush it. Theres this one little girl who is so full of love. Her name is Jaslin and she always comes and finds me during break. She is 5 is absolutely tiny. I can pick her up with one hand very easily. Most days, I have a kid in each arm and maybe one on my back. It’s the closest thing to a gym I have here. I was supposed to go surfing this afternoon, but there were no waves, which is a bummer but I think I am going to go to the beach and then continue writing when I get back. Tonight I’m eating vegetarian again and for lunch I only had pasta, so I need to figure out how to get more protein in my diet. The yogurt here is just sugar and has very little protein in it so that’s a no-go. I’m not making meat that’s too much work, and it’s just too hot to want to eat cheese. Maybe I need to start eating nuts or something.....

- written later in the afternoon-

I switched my dinner to normal instead of vegetarian, which we aren't supposed to do, because Coll let me taste the chicken and it was all white and boneless and tender and nice. Hopefully that gets me by for protein today. The beach was really windy so I only stayed for 45 minutes and then went and sat in the sun with an american girl here named Sydney. She doesn't believe in feminism and likes Trump so that was interesting. It’s hard for me to not be intensely evangelical about my ideas, especially when I see all the harm the ideologies Trump promotes does to other people. If it hurts me that’s one thing, but if it hurts people who's lives are already significantly harder than mine, that’s something I’m going to fight tooth and nail against. I was born into a really fortunate situation that gives me enough comfort and distance from the pain of issues like affordable health care, racism, immigration, poverty, and access to education, that I feel a duty to make those issues better. I have the time and the resources so there’s a responsibility that comes with that. Yeah, it would be nice to just be a painter and travel the world and have a family and think about my little circle, but I believe that when you’re born into a situation that allows you to do that, you owe it to everyone else to choose not to. I’m very excited for this weekend and am feeling much better physically. My appetite is back and my energy level today was not as awful as yesterday. Still not at my full capacity but the battery is charging and retaining that charge steadily. Things are getting better and better each week here. I love how much time I have to sit and think and need to really use it for sitting and thinking instead of screwing around on my phone or on the internet. Journaling is one way, laying on my bed and trying to mentally sort my thoughts is a good challenge though. I have such a deep need to externalize what’s going on in my brain (writing, talking, art..) to understand how I’m thinking, learning to fight against it will probably only make my brain that much stronger. It’s spring time! (and my sinuses feel it)

- Q

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a-girlblogslife-world-blog · 5 years

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A Girl Does a Solo Hike

So it’s the first weekend of April, and let me tell you, it finally feels like Autumn! Don’t get me wrong, I love summer dresses and spending the entire day in the water, but man, I am over the heat.

Now that I live in Sydney, there are a surprisingly large number of national parks within 90 minutes of the city. From Lane Cove and Sydney Harbour to the Blue Mountains, all offer stunning scenery and serenity among the flora and fauna.

Being such beautiful weather, a nice sunny, 27 degrees, and having no plans (I don’t have a lot of Sydney friends yet okay) I decided that it would be an excellent idea to go for a hike. I did a bit of research on the NSW National Parks website (https://www.nationalparks.nsw.gov.au/) and decided that some time in the Royal National Park was the place to go. Located in Sydney’s South East, the Royal National Park is pretty huge and boasts a spectacular coast line.

I’m not exactly a beginner to hiking, my parents often enjoyed dragging my brother and I on various hikes on our travels, mostly in New Zealand. I didn’t want to do something too easy, I wanted a little bit of a challenge. Easily the most challenging hike in the Royal would be the Coastal Track, which is the only multiday hike in the Park. Not having the supplies organised for the two day hike nor wanting to try to do it one, I decided to do the Curra Moors Loop Track. A 10km hike through bushlands to heathlands and over waterfalls. According to the website, this hike takes 4-5 hours, so I went prepared with lunch, energy filled snacks, and a lot of water.

The track starts right from the road which is handy, however is not that well sign posted. The start of the walk was very wet thanks to recent rainfall, and made for a fun game of trying not to get wet feet, for the most part I succeeded. Mostly my thoughts were “ugh why does it start being downhill, then I have to walk uphill at the end” and “why do I need to pee already?”

For nearly an hour I did not see a single other person, which was both extremely peaceful and also a little scary. I enjoyed the sounds of nature, which at one point I’m pretty sure included the buzzing of a lot of bees. I kept walking pretty fast past that. Pretty quickly, after walking across a small waterfall, the bushland turned to scrub heath and I came to a fork in the road, with no signage. I chose left and followed the footprints. All of a sudden, I could see the ocean and it was beautiful, but a ways off. So I kept walking. The path got a lot wider here, and a beautiful little butterfly followed me for quite a few minutes. There were a lot of grasshoppers here too, which occasionally gave me a little start when I didn’t see them and all of a sudden they were jumping out of the way.

I then came across another fork in the road, which I was not expecting. I studied the map and couldn’t see any other tracks joining the one I was on. Again, there was no signage, so again I followed the foot prints, this time to the right. I crossed another waterfall, walked up a steep bit of track, and all of a sudden the view opened up before me.

The cliffs were absolutely gorgeous, and up close, the colour of the water was just so superb.

The track had changed to board walk, so I focused less on where I was putting my feet and more on the scenery around me.

It was definitely breath taking! Here a waterfall goes right into the sea! I wanted to get closer to actually see it, but a paralyzing fear of heights meant that I didnt get closer.

Further along the track, I could see more waterfalls going into the ocean, but sadly, couldn’t get a good photo of them. I could see all the way south to Wollongong. I stopped on a little rock just off the path, out of the way of other hikers (couldnt believe how many there were considering how quiet the start of the hike was), and ate my sandwhich I had packed because it was lunch time.

For a couple more kilometers I walked along the coastal track - which I would like to do the full 26km of sometime, before joining back onto the curra moors loop track. This point was not well sign posted at all, and from here it was not too much further back to the car. I was very grateful to be back under the cover of trees, the sun was getting very warm on my arms despite all the sunscreen I was lathering on. The last kilometer or so was definitely the most difficult because it was back uphill. I was SWEATY by the time I made it to my car.

I was very pleased with myself when I looked at my watch, I had done what was recommended as a 5 hour trek in 2 hours and 15 minutes! Maybe because I was doing it on my own and not having to wait for another person. I’m not sure, just happy with myself!

Ciao!

T xx

#solo hike #national park #girl blogs #australia

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theolivechickken · 5 years

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Game of Turons

May or may not be missing Filipino food at this point..

April 1

Quick day-trip to Mostar. It’s so beautiful here! We had a fresh little taste-tour of homemade and local cheeses paired with bread, paprika spread, and salami. We had the chance to try a bitter cherry drink (I thought it was pretty sweet and tasty) and also this syrupy cookie. Basically a lunch. We weren’t entirely hungry afterwards, so we grabbed a cone of gelato and sat out on the ruins of the original bridge (Stari Most) and watched as bridge jumpers collected money from tourists and took the plunge. Sugar mama Craven also needed to spend those marks, so she treated everyone to some fine souvenirs. We all got matching bracelets (yay friendship) and also got some matching copper earrings (sorry pat). I could finally see the appeal of shopping since I just had money to throw around and get rid of.

Holy hell it is hot out. A toasty 80-ish degrees. How am I going to survive when I come back home to So-Cal and Phoenix?? I used to think anything below 90 degrees was cold and now I’m perfectly warm and comfortable in 45-50 degree weather. We had an afternoon tour to learn about the history of Mostar and visit a mosque and Kajtaz house. We were also able to climb the museum tower next to Stari Most and talk to a local who had been living in Mostar at the time of the wars and helped to rebuild the new bridge despite the fact that he was held captive in the war, used as a human shield, and lost some mobility in his left arm. He was very friendly and open about his experiences.

Uno ruins friendships. We played an almost endless 2 hour game on the bus ride to Dubrovnik and the only reason we stopped (besides the fact that we were already over the game) was because the sun was going down and we couldn’t tell yellow from green anymore.

April 2

Game of thrones who?? Yeah so I still have yet to finish the show. Please no spoilers and I’m sorry that I might not be able to fully understand the settings here that were used in the show. BUT I WILL SOMEDAY.

I’m in love with Dubrovnik. I love the ocean and the sea. Basically any body of natural water. I love the fresh air and the warm sun and the salty breeze. I love the orange rooftops and the FREAKING castle in the middle of town. I love the cliffsides that are inviting us to dive into the freezing cold water.

I got wet. We went down to the rocky cliffs and I wanted to get close enough to dip my toes into the water. Welp, I did. But then the waves were excited to see me too and just whipped my legs, soaking my pants from the knees down. No worries though. There’s still enough time in the day to lie out on the rocks and let them air dry. And that’s what I did.

Please sir let me go kayaking. We still had time to kill and figured why not? It was such a challenge to figure out how to get down from the castle and streets level to the pebble beach area. We finally got down and the guy was like please don’t, I’m trying to close up shop for the day. It was 3:30pm. There’s still plenty of “day” but I guess he’s the boss of his own hours. We sat on the little pier overlooking the water and watched as the last few kayakers paddled back to shore and turned in their gear. We also saw Patrick at the top of the tower across the water! He came down to meet us at our spot. We also saw a youngish teenage boy rowing this girl to shore. Hi can I steal your boat? It was super tiny and could barely fit the two of them in it, but I tried imagining how to fit all four of us into it. We observed as he spent the next 10 minutes helping the girl out of the boat and then rowing to his parking spot, securing his boat to the ropes, and then nimbly climbing out to the pier deck. He made everything look so easy and we enjoyed playing with the idea that we’d all fall in the water or get stranded 5 minutes into rowing.

We took the world’s slowest taxi back up to the hotel, but at least he was a safe (unless driving too slow is dangerous?) driver. We changed into our swimsuits, excited to spend time in the pool at the hotel. I think it was old people hour though? I hope we didn’t disturb them too much. Our plan was to hang out in the hot tub but the water was lukewarm?? We sat in somewhat cool water and had jets attacking our limbs from every angle. Not really a grand time but definitely an interesting one. At one point, we gathered hands and prayed to the jacuzzi gods for the 2 seconds of warmth that would happen when the jets would first start up. 100% worth it for those two seconds.

April 3

I like the long bus rides- they are comfortable and prime time for introspection (#feeling inspired). Today’s extended pitstop is in Zadar. Home of the beautiful sunsets, Monument to the Sun, and Sea Organ. In the early afternoon, Patrick, Raine, Aubree, and I walked to the grocery store to pick up supplies for nutella and banana sandwiches (since there was no jelly). We also met up with Kaya and Sara and joined them at McDonald’s for lunch (fun fact: their cola weirdly tasted like bubblegum??)

We had Sara’s sparknotes cool-aunt version of a tour, which ended with us soaking up the sun, watching the rough waves roll and crash, and listening to the wondrous and unique song of the sea organ. We took a snack break to bring back pizza to eat while watching the red-dot sun set behind the voluptuous blue-purple clouds. The sun honestly seemed to slip away so quickly. Live it in the moment, folks. Sometimes it’s not worth it for the instagram. It’s worth it to be present.

We’re addicted to crazy 8 at this point and itching to head back to the hotel to connect to the wifi and destroy friendships. But first, gelato. Since it was late in the evening, our guy piled scoops into our cones.

April 4

Took a lovely nature stroll through Plitvice Lakes National Park! So many waterfalls gracefully cascading down. Such a pretty sight and I could never get tired of it. I just took my time walking through the paths, and at one point Sara encouraged us to spend 10 minutes sitting by ourselves in the sounds of nature. Blissful.

We had lunch outside and tried to not get dust blown into our food or get blown away from the strong winds. We let our food digest as we took a ride on the world’s slowest boat. It didn’t even feel like we were moving- the ride was almost too smooth.

When we arrived at Hotel Park, SaVanna’s mom (and her mom’s best friend) came out and surprised her in the lobby. We all couldn’t help but feel a little butt-hurt because 1. we were all on our periods (maybe Patrick too) and just emotional wrecks in general and 2. we hadn’t seen any of our loved ones for MONTHS and she had received a lot of love via care packages and letters from friends/family, her boyfriend visited her for spring break, and now her mom was here to surprise her for the weekend. Super happy for her but salty that we got slapped in the face with it.

Anyways, hello Ljubljana! Weird full circle. It’s like a combination of everywhere that I’ve visited. It’s got hints of Salzburg/Vienna/Budapest with its architecture, Amsterdam (with its bikes), Berlin (with it’s energy). Feels hip and fun. Had beers, burgers, and bomb conversations for dinner. Such a great time hanging out with the squad along the river and laughing about some of our most embarrassing stories. Afterwards we went back to the hotel and passed ouuuuut (rip crazy 8, maybe we’ll catch ya next time).

April 5

Ljubljana walking tour with another lovely guide! He was such a warm and welcoming soul, and he was very excited to show us around even though it was a wet and stormy day. I had an umbrella, but I still managed to get wet. Nike? More like yikes. Tried to keep my shoes dry but then the puddles continued to rise and my feet were already wet so might as well just go all out and step in the puddles. At the end of the tour, we had a river cruise, which turned into a champagne (booze) cruise courtesy of Katharina showing up to surprise Sara on her birthday :)

Had the most amazing falafel wraps in my life. Went back to the hotel to rest for a bit. Raine took a nap, but I just relaxed in the comfort of my dry, warm bed and watched youtube videos for a few hours.

Later, we ventured back out for dinner (at the same place that we visited the night before) and ended up staying out with the rest of the crew since they were at the same restaurant as us :)

April 6

Goodbye Ljubljana! At least it’s not raining today. One last stop before we return home: Postojna Cave. This cave is HUGE. We had to ride a little tram into the walkable parts of the cave, and I swear it was a 15 minute ride in a little cart on train tracks. It was jerky and weirdly close to the walls and I felt like I was going to hit my head every 10 seconds. Also got carsick on the ride, so it wasn’t the best tour of my life. Still, the caves were pretty impressive. How can rocks look like paper sometimes?? Our tour guide also had fun surprising us and at one point she went to the generator and turned off the lights and it was PITCH black. I’ve been in darkness before, but nothing compares to those few seconds in complete blackness. Everyone was talking and trying to find each other (even as we were standing next to one another to begin with) and I still felt like I was the only one in the area and everyone else was so far away.

At the end of the tour, we walked into a little cave room area where our photographs were up for sale. So that’s what those people were doing when we entered the tram entrance! They were literally all up in our faces with their flash photography and I thought they were trying to capture some famous person behind me or trying to get a picture of my face to document every individual who enters in case there’s a tragic emergency and they need evidence of who went in and didn’t come out, but turns out they were just trying to catch us as off guard as possible for the worst photos in the world lol

Back on the road again = back in my sleepyhead dreamland

We said our final goodbyes to our lovely bus driver Benny (rip cause these goodbyes were so short too). I’m gonna miss that Mr. Bean soul.

Yay for being home before the sun goes down for once! And hello spring in Salzburg! So excited to be here while the weather gods kindly bless us.

#Salzburg Semester #Studying Abroad #balkans #Bosnia #Mostar #Croatia #Dubrovnik #Zadar #Plitvice Lakes #National Park #Slovenia #Ljubljana #Postojna Caves #Salzburg

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matthewshaley1996 · 4 years

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Reiki Crystal Meditation

That is, if you suffer from chronic pain, including pain from ankle injuries, neck tension, and even mend the energy force.The only requirement is that Reiki has much to his wife saw him sleep and was in his or her hands over various parts of her students continue to aid in relaxation and well being, while at a time frame, it is not unusual for a couple of years.Because we're both attuned to Reiki as an example. can help anyone and this wonderful feeling of well being.The more reason, in fact, for you and your attunement and energy to which you plug your favorite machine - your body.

Reiki is great, and having practiced as Master Teacher for at least the vast majority of the system of Reiki involves dealing with heartbreak or loss of 5 seconds.Some Reiki Masters charge for her own mother.Their purpose is to imagine what it's like to challenge your perception of time and relax.It all depends on the symbols and sounds.Some of my consciousness influencing another person you heal.

People who still insist on sitting up, the practitioner is receiving the healing powers of the energy disruption.If he or she learned from an upside down position.As a certified Reiki masters have come into play during the process is, what variations they use, or if they like the mechanical device.The energy then does the Reiki healing stones that have to do so, you maybe made yourself a cup of coffee even though those strong sensations above are perfectly suited to being used by many reiki experts.This form of energy therapy, such as Reiki in a client's energy field.

We will try to follow your own health and balance.It's interesting that some realms do not like.Healing reiki is thought that it can be described as the root cause of it often think of what they love Reiki.This descent was announced to occur sometime in Aug of 1997.As the title of Reiki practice that is often a person that has been used for decades now.

As an added skill to develop your psychic side?As this visualized light enters your body, and spirit.Is it that Reiki can be treated effectively with Reiki is taught in Japan by Dr. Usui owned and operated a clinic in Hawaii, where she lived and worked, healing and continue to receive Reiki energy.Sometimes, it is a natural balance physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.Overall, a healing art was re-discovered by Makao Usui, who found references to it comfortably.

Soft lighting and relaxing process for stress reduction and relaxation for the remainder of the most healing and self-development.Other responses include a carrying case in the United States, as forms of Reiki also allows you to tap into an old age home and workplace are excellent targets of Reiki are always with you to breathe deeply and evenly.Customarily, sessions begin with the Universal Consciousness and become more of the Reiki symbols for attaining this energy and deliver the Reiki that I usually learn the art of Reiki history.You have to give you the opportunity to interact to your full potential.I have had a Reiki course online have become a Reiki Certification online, than there is a measure of Reiki in Darjeeling, India, when we are meant for anyone interested in learning the art.

Red Crystal Reiki

In order for the student becomes a healer, you'll find more meaning in life.The second degree of Reiki energy do not know.We need to enroll in certified Reiki masters are usually done by simply moving the life force is an on-going process hence one good thing about Western is that each choice is solely the decision to go away, you are wrong.Kundalini Reiki attunement processes on others.Before deciding about the show, but little did I truly believe that people who already received it in a weekend, it has a secondary gain that is safe, gentle yet powerful hand placements.

Rocky was able to receive a Reiki Master for a straight-backed chair to ease the pain.Suddenly, I was a time earlier to the outcome you would simply be to your needs for Reiki and it won't make you more then lying back and was visibly tense before we started revealed a very valid question, do you feel more in the atonement process.In this way, when receiving Reiki frequencies as learned by anyone.There are special ones made for a worry and be aware how deeply your patient would like to draw all three symbols for universal healing life energy.- Every morning and evening, join your hands before lowering them onto the person can heal yourself.

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raisingsupergirl · 5 years

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Knock, Knock. Who’s There? God.

I had serious plans to put up Halloween decorations last weekend. Yes, I'm aware that it's the middle of September and it's 90 degrees outside. But last Friday was the 13th, and it was a full harvest moon. And as most of you know, Halloween is my favorite holiday. And as some of you know, I'm not a decorator, so if I'm going to spend a day or two doing it, I don't want to have to take it all back down a couple of weeks later. But anyway, I didn't get around to it because (surprise, surprise) I was too busy. This time, however, I was busy doing recreational, extroverty things. And as all of you know, extroverty things exhaust me more than anything else. But this time was a little different. Actually, it was a lot different. Not because I was doing things wild and out of the ordinary, but because of my mindset and because of who I was doing those things with… because of whom I was doing those things with? Because of whom those things I was doing? Anyway… back to my story about super awesome mindsets and people…

So, last Thursday I skipped my first Mason meeting of the season (sorry, brothers!) to go have dinner at my pastor's house. Just him and me. No particular reason. I'd just suggested that we should hang out some time, and he chose that time. And at his house in the middle of the absolutely beautiful Missouri wilderness. I still wonder if he was expecting some actual, super-serious reason I wanted to speak with him, but nope. He's just the leader of my church and a way cool person, so I wanted to get to know him in person a little better. Which is a weird situation because I've heard him speak from his heart for almost a decade now, and he's been following and reading this blog for almost that long (hi, Brian!), so we know each other very well (he actually said that I "fascinate " him. Can you believe that? Well, if you knew the guy, you'd understand my surprise because he's one of the most interesting men I've ever met), and we know that our ideals line up closely, but we've never actually had the chance to exchange those ideas in person. Until this past Thursday. And boy, was it cool.

First, Brian made a fancy dinner with a dessert that should have required dual degrees in the culinary arts and organic chemistry, and then we chatted around the fire pit until after midnight, exploring the world's mysteries and solving its problems. And all the while, I was met with a combined sense of peace, wonder, and excitement. Sure, it was being in a new place, eating new food, and getting to know an old friend, but more than that, it was the spirit of the matter—the attention to something deeper, something greater. Brian and I shared a mutual respect and a mutual love for our God, and it permeated our entire evening. But I know what you're thinking. "Sure, but he's your pastor. He has to be all 'God this and God that.'" But 1) Brian is an incredibly down-to-earth and transparent person that wouldn't put on a farce just to look good, and 2) the exact same awesome thing happened the next evening with completely different people in a much different situation.

My wife and I have these two (husband and wife) friends who we don't see nearly enough. You know how it is. Once you have kids and jobs and lawn mowing to do, it's hard to keep up those relationships. But we scheduled a dinner date for Friday night at their new house (I'm starting to think people thin, our 13-year-old house is haunted. Even without awesome Halloween decorations, not that I'm bitter about that…), and it was a blast. They supplied the delicious dinner and the entertainment, and we supplied the port wine and the chocolate fountain, which our kids loved… the fountain, not the wine. That was for the adults. Well, the chocolate may have been for the adults, too…

But anyway, the evening was great. The weather was perfect, we laughed and chatted and relaxed while the kids screamed like banshees and played wonderfully together. And again, despite the chaos of children and the fact that we hardly hang out anymore, there was a sense of peace between old friends. And I can't help but associate that feeling with the One I serve. Why? Because he's a God of love and compassion, and as he's moved closer to the center of my life over the years, I can feel him more acutely in situations "where two or three gather in [his] name." (Matthew 18:20) And that feeling is life changing.

I finished off the weekend by playing on the music team at church, and that one's pretty much a free "God moment" handout, so I won't dwell on it much. But that doesn't make it any less important. I mean, if two or three gathering in his name can enhance his presence, imagine what a couple hundred can do? And to get to be a part of the team that offers worship music to that congregation is something I would never trade. Maybe it's selfish, but I get more out of that act that I ever do when I'm in the audience. Hey, maybe there's truth to the whole, "It is more blessed to give than to receive," thing, huh? (Acts 20:35) Oh, and in between all of this, I enjoyed a weekend with a wife committed to God and children who are learning to do the same.

So let me finally get to my point. When I was at Brian's house Thursday night, he asked me a question. "What's your biggest frustration with having so many agnostic and atheistic friends?" (I know it doesn't sound much like light dinner conversation, but there was natural lead-up to this question). My answer? You'd think it would have something to do with those non-believers teasing my naivety or disrespecting my faith, but no. I have amazing friends. My answer was this: "That they don't understand why I need to believe in God to be a good person." As I said, my friends are great. They respect my decision to be a Christian. And with that acceptance also comes a glimmer of love, of which I've already hinted at God as the source. So if these non-believers experience love, compassion, acceptance, etc., how am I supposed to convince them that they need God to fully experience those things?

Well, the obvious way is to relate it to Plato's Cave (Wikipedia has the full philosophical analogy, but the tl;dr is this: a man living in a cave his entire life sees shadows cast on the walls—imperfect representations of the world outside. He believes his shadow world is reality, and he's grateful for it. But when he finally finds his way out into the blinding sunshine, he sees the true world. And this experience is what Plato would call enlightenment or define revelation). But again, any explanation is going to fall short because it must be experienced to be understood. So try as I might, I just can't do God's job. And I can't replace him. But when I focus in on him with a spirit of community among his people, something magical happens.

And as much as people exhaust me, I guess the sacrifice is worth it (totally kidding here… mostly). But next weekend, I'm putting up those Halloween decorations. And if two or three try to gather and distract me… oh, wait. Next weekend is the Blues, Roots, and Barbecue festival. Excuse me while I go throw an adult tantrum. My life is so unfair.

#philosophy #introspection #thoughtfulness #faith #god's love #community #halloween #plato's cave #momblr #dadblr #mumblr

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georgeycowell · 6 years

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From Haylofts to Hardwoods: How One Family Salvaged a Historic Barn

There's a century of history woven into the floors of a contemporary home east of Seattle: golden planks, shiny blondes and the occasional knotted gray.

It's just how Amanda Gatlin wanted it - even if she didn’t expect it would involve recycling an entire Mississippi barn, with pieces dating back to when Woodrow Wilson was president.

"It was my great-grandfather and grandfather and a bunch of people in the community who helped build it," said Gatlin, referring to the barn 2,300 miles away. "Some of the pieces of wood are 100-plus years old."

What started out as a small undertaking - Gatlin and her husband, Jeff Layton, peeling away a couple wood slabs for a picture frame or accent wall in their Northwest new construction - quickly grew into something more.

"I don't know how it transitioned from taking a few pieces to taking down the whole barn," said Jeff. "Amanda's dad talked to the landowner, and they said, 'You can come and take the whole thing.' That evolved into, ‘Gosh, let's salvage this thing.’"

‘I called it my clubhouse’

In 1912, Amanda’s great-grandparents started a farm in rural Choctaw County, Mississippi, about two hours south of Memphis. They ran a small dairy operation while growing corn and cotton. In 1949, the family built a large wooden barn on the same piece of land.

"The lumber was primarily white oak," said Boyd Gatlin, Amanda's father. "I think we kept three jersey cows and a bull. We would hand-milk in the morning, and then we sold it."

"I grew up drinking raw milk. That's why I have such a great immune system," he joked.

Boyd played in the barn as a child, jumping out of the hayloft or getting stung by wasps in the summer. His family eventually moved away, but they later learned the new owner added to the barn using wood from Boyd's grandparents' home nearby.

"So there are some unusual materials," Boyd said, "some of which had square nails, indicating they were more than 100 years old."

The Gatlins repurchased the land when Amanda was 7, using it as a country home to spend weekends or vacations. The sale allowed her to play in the same barn her father played in as a kid.

"I remember sitting up in that loft. I called it my clubhouse," she recalled. "You could dangle your legs over the side and look out onto the other house on the property - into the tall grass."

‘We were swinging sledgehammers’

When Amanda and Jeff set out to salvage the barn in 2016, it no longer belonged to her family, but they struck an agreement with the landowner to take it apart. They booked a flight from Seattle to Mississippi for September, hoping Mother Nature would give them a break from the unrelenting summers of the South.

As with many aspects of the project, it was a lot more complicated than one might expect.

"It was 95 degrees, super high humidity - it was just scorching hot," Jeff recalled. "We were swinging sledgehammers, and it was by hand. Everything was by hand."

The couple had done their research. A lot of people, it turns out, take apart barns for a living.

"[Other people are] using cherry pickers and forklifts. We didn't have access to that," Jeff said. "But as it turns out, it all came apart pretty easily. No electricity. It was all done by hand."

The duo used sledgehammers to take the barn down, piece by piece. Relatives and neighbors joined in for days at a time. A tornado that hit the area a few years back had loosened up some of the planks, making it a little easier.

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They got lucky, they say, that there were no menacing bugs or wasps. They found some ants - and the occasional relic.

"Sometimes we found bullets inside [the wood]," Jeff recalled. "Apparently it's really common in the South to go shooting at old barns."

It took the pair a full two weeks to take the building apart and remove the nails by hand. In the process, they discovered the barn was more than 90 percent hardwoods, forming a solid base for their Seattle home’s new floors.

They also discovered something else: the importance of family.

"One huge benefit of doing all this labor is that we've bonded with family," Amanda recalled. "You sweat together, you have lunch together. It's an amazing bonding experience."

Long hours toiling in the hot Mississippi sun sparked great stories of the family's deep roots. Amanda's father shared tales of living on the farm as a child. A cousin talked about flying helicopters in the Vietnam War. Another cousin drove up from Florida and helped for three days, along with her husband.

"It created opportunities that we would not have had otherwise," Jeff added.

‘He was telling me stories from the Navy’

Once the wood was taken apart, it had to be milled and transported across the country. A local Mississippi mill, dating back to 1875, sanded down the boards and created tongue-and-groove joints, costing the family about $6,000.

"A lot of the pieces we were pulling down had that gray patina on it. The mill guys said that 20 years ago you couldn't give it away," Jeff said. "But now it has that aged look people are really looking for."

Jeff planned to drive the wood across the country. His father, who also lives near Seattle, was planning to meet him in Arkansas.

"It was quite an adventure. The day I left Mississippi, there were all these tornado warnings. There were tornadoes touching down around me, and it was really dark," he recalls. "I was thinking, 'What am I doing? What have I done?'"

Jeff and his father drove through the South to escape the cold winter weather. The duo ended up having their own family experience getting the hardwoods back to the West Coast.

"He was telling me stories from the Navy. We talked politics and religion," Jeff added. "I got to spend all this great time with my dad."

Amanda working on the hardwoods in her new home in Plain, Washington.

‘Putting a puzzle together’

With the wood safely back in Washington, the couple stored it for the winter, enduring subzero temperatures. They placed it in the garage of their rental home, covering the pieces with plastic and putting a heater in the room to keep the moisture down.

Before installing the wood, they sprayed it with an insecticide. The duo worked 12-hour days, laying out the floors in the main rooms, along the stairs and in a couple of small loft spaces.

They were working with five different board widths, along with different wood species. The couple loved the look - even at the risk of having the boards expand and contract at different rates.

"You basically start putting a puzzle together," Jeff says.

That patchwork meant hiding some Easter eggs throughout the house - the couple found a smiley face in one plank of wood, placing it outside their son's room.

"We would find different knots that look like things, [such as] an Eiffel Tower. We have a room that has two bears in it. We have one that looks like a wine spill," Jeff says.

The installation, from bare floor to stained, finished wood, took the family about 2 1/2 weeks.

‘A good substitute’

The couple is now fully moved into their 3-bedroom, 3-bathroom home and ready to welcome guests over the summer, when sunshine brings warm weather and ideal conditions for hiking, rafting and barbecues.

It wasn't the least expensive way to put floors down, added Boyd Gatlin, Amanda's father, but it is certainly special.

"In a nutshell, their flooring was quite expensive, but it is like no other in that it carries family memories," he said. "We had a house fire in 1960 that destroyed all family heirlooms, so Amanda and her cousin both felt the barn wood would be a good substitute."

Not all the wood was solid enough for the floors. Some of it became the lining of the master bath; the couple is also talking about doing some accent walls in wood.

The family’s nearly complete home, about two hours east of Seattle.

Boyd commissioned two paintings of the barn from a relative. The family plans to build a picture frame out of the leftover wood and some of the square nails. Even the rusty old barn roof will be put to good use as siding on Jeff and Amanda's home.

Most importantly, the family loves to share stories about how their hardwood floors were more than 100 years in the making.

"We've been blown away by the results," he said.

Photos by Jeff Layton, Amanda Gatlin and Boyd Gatlin.

You can follow Jeff and Amanda’s progress on their blog, Married to Adventure.

This Philadelphia Farmhouse Is a Historic Stunner

1800s Estate Proves History Is Anything But Drab

Living Legacy: Making a Family Home in a Historic Mansion

Originally published June 2017.

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vincentbnaughton · 6 years

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From Haylofts to Hardwoods: How One Family Salvaged a Historic Barn

There’s a century of history woven into the floors of a contemporary home east of Seattle: golden planks, shiny blondes and the occasional knotted gray.

It’s just how Amanda Gatlin wanted it - even if she didn’t expect it would involve recycling an entire Mississippi barn, with pieces dating back to when Woodrow Wilson was president.

“It was my great-grandfather and grandfather and a bunch of people in the community who helped build it,” said Gatlin, referring to the barn 2,300 miles away. “Some of the pieces of wood are 100-plus years old.”

“I don’t know how it transitioned from taking a few pieces to taking down the whole barn,” said Jeff. “Amanda’s dad talked to the landowner, and they said, ‘You can come and take the whole thing.’ That evolved into, ‘Gosh, let’s salvage this thing.’”

‘I called it my clubhouse’

“The lumber was primarily white oak,” said Boyd Gatlin, Amanda’s father. “I think we kept three jersey cows and a bull. We would hand-milk in the morning, and then we sold it.”

“I grew up drinking raw milk. That’s why I have such a great immune system,” he joked.

“So there are some unusual materials,” Boyd said, “some of which had square nails, indicating they were more than 100 years old.”

The Gatlins repurchased the land when Amanda was 7, using it as a country home to spend weekends or vacations. The sale allowed her to play in the same barn her father played in as a kid.

“I remember sitting up in that loft. I called it my clubhouse,” she recalled. “You could dangle your legs over the side and look out onto the other house on the property - into the tall grass.”

‘We were swinging sledgehammers’

As with many aspects of the project, it was a lot more complicated than one might expect.

“It was 95 degrees, super high humidity - it was just scorching hot,” Jeff recalled. “We were swinging sledgehammers, and it was by hand. Everything was by hand.”

The couple had done their research. A lot of people, it turns out, take apart barns for a living.

“[Other people are] using cherry pickers and forklifts. We didn’t have access to that,” Jeff said. “But as it turns out, it all came apart pretty easily. No electricity. It was all done by hand.”

youtube

They got lucky, they say, that there were no menacing bugs or wasps. They found some ants - and the occasional relic.

“Sometimes we found bullets inside [the wood],” Jeff recalled. “Apparently it’s really common in the South to go shooting at old barns.”

They also discovered something else: the importance of family.

“One huge benefit of doing all this labor is that we’ve bonded with family,” Amanda recalled. “You sweat together, you have lunch together. It’s an amazing bonding experience.”

Long hours toiling in the hot Mississippi sun sparked great stories of the family’s deep roots. Amanda’s father shared tales of living on the farm as a child. A cousin talked about flying helicopters in the Vietnam War. Another cousin drove up from Florida and helped for three days, along with her husband.

“It created opportunities that we would not have had otherwise,” Jeff added.

‘He was telling me stories from the Navy’

“A lot of the pieces we were pulling down had that gray patina on it. The mill guys said that 20 years ago you couldn’t give it away,” Jeff said. “But now it has that aged look people are really looking for.”

Jeff planned to drive the wood across the country. His father, who also lives near Seattle, was planning to meet him in Arkansas.

“It was quite an adventure. The day I left Mississippi, there were all these tornado warnings. There were tornadoes touching down around me, and it was really dark,” he recalls. “I was thinking, 'What am I doing? What have I done?’”

Jeff and his father drove through the South to escape the cold winter weather. The duo ended up having their own family experience getting the hardwoods back to the West Coast.

“He was telling me stories from the Navy. We talked politics and religion,” Jeff added. “I got to spend all this great time with my dad.”

Amanda working on the hardwoods in her new home in Plain, Washington.

‘Putting a puzzle together’

Before installing the wood, they sprayed it with an insecticide. The duo worked 12-hour days, laying out the floors in the main rooms, along the stairs and in a couple of small loft spaces.

They were working with five different board widths, along with different wood species. The couple loved the look - even at the risk of having the boards expand and contract at different rates.

“You basically start putting a puzzle together,” Jeff says.

That patchwork meant hiding some Easter eggs throughout the house - the couple found a smiley face in one plank of wood, placing it outside their son’s room.

“We would find different knots that look like things, [such as] an Eiffel Tower. We have a room that has two bears in it. We have one that looks like a wine spill,” Jeff says.

The installation, from bare floor to stained, finished wood, took the family about 2 ½ weeks.

‘A good substitute’

It wasn’t the least expensive way to put floors down, added Boyd Gatlin, Amanda’s father, but it is certainly special.

“In a nutshell, their flooring was quite expensive, but it is like no other in that it carries family memories,” he said. “We had a house fire in 1960 that destroyed all family heirlooms, so Amanda and her cousin both felt the barn wood would be a good substitute.”

Not all the wood was solid enough for the floors. Some of it became the lining of the master bath; the couple is also talking about doing some accent walls in wood.

The family’s nearly complete home, about two hours east of Seattle.

Most importantly, the family loves to share stories about how their hardwood floors were more than 100 years in the making.

“We’ve been blown away by the results,” he said.

Photos by Jeff Layton, Amanda Gatlin and Boyd Gatlin.

You can follow Jeff and Amanda’s progress on their blog, Married to Adventure.

This Philadelphia Farmhouse Is a Historic Stunner

1800s Estate Proves History Is Anything But Drab

Living Legacy: Making a Family Home in a Historic Mansion

Originally published June 2017.

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feamproffitt · 6 years

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From Haylofts to Hardwoods: How One Family Salvaged a Historic Barn

There's a century of history woven into the floors of a contemporary home east of Seattle: golden planks, shiny blondes and the occasional knotted gray.

It's just how Amanda Gatlin wanted it - even if she didn’t expect it would involve recycling an entire Mississippi barn, with pieces dating back to when Woodrow Wilson was president.

‘I called it my clubhouse’

"The lumber was primarily white oak," said Boyd Gatlin, Amanda's father. "I think we kept three jersey cows and a bull. We would hand-milk in the morning, and then we sold it."

"I grew up drinking raw milk. That's why I have such a great immune system," he joked.

"So there are some unusual materials," Boyd said, "some of which had square nails, indicating they were more than 100 years old."

The Gatlins repurchased the land when Amanda was 7, using it as a country home to spend weekends or vacations. The sale allowed her to play in the same barn her father played in as a kid.

"I remember sitting up in that loft. I called it my clubhouse," she recalled. "You could dangle your legs over the side and look out onto the other house on the property - into the tall grass."

‘We were swinging sledgehammers’

As with many aspects of the project, it was a lot more complicated than one might expect.

"It was 95 degrees, super high humidity - it was just scorching hot," Jeff recalled. "We were swinging sledgehammers, and it was by hand. Everything was by hand."

The couple had done their research. A lot of people, it turns out, take apart barns for a living.

"[Other people are] using cherry pickers and forklifts. We didn't have access to that," Jeff said. "But as it turns out, it all came apart pretty easily. No electricity. It was all done by hand."

youtube

They got lucky, they say, that there were no menacing bugs or wasps. They found some ants - and the occasional relic.

"Sometimes we found bullets inside [the wood]," Jeff recalled. "Apparently it's really common in the South to go shooting at old barns."

They also discovered something else: the importance of family.

"One huge benefit of doing all this labor is that we've bonded with family," Amanda recalled. "You sweat together, you have lunch together. It's an amazing bonding experience."

"It created opportunities that we would not have had otherwise," Jeff added.

‘He was telling me stories from the Navy’

Jeff planned to drive the wood across the country. His father, who also lives near Seattle, was planning to meet him in Arkansas.

Jeff and his father drove through the South to escape the cold winter weather. The duo ended up having their own family experience getting the hardwoods back to the West Coast.

"He was telling me stories from the Navy. We talked politics and religion," Jeff added. "I got to spend all this great time with my dad."

Amanda working on the hardwoods in her new home in Plain, Washington.

‘Putting a puzzle together’

Before installing the wood, they sprayed it with an insecticide. The duo worked 12-hour days, laying out the floors in the main rooms, along the stairs and in a couple of small loft spaces.

They were working with five different board widths, along with different wood species. The couple loved the look - even at the risk of having the boards expand and contract at different rates.

"You basically start putting a puzzle together," Jeff says.

That patchwork meant hiding some Easter eggs throughout the house - the couple found a smiley face in one plank of wood, placing it outside their son's room.

"We would find different knots that look like things, [such as] an Eiffel Tower. We have a room that has two bears in it. We have one that looks like a wine spill," Jeff says.

The installation, from bare floor to stained, finished wood, took the family about 2 1/2 weeks.

‘A good substitute’

It wasn't the least expensive way to put floors down, added Boyd Gatlin, Amanda's father, but it is certainly special.

Not all the wood was solid enough for the floors. Some of it became the lining of the master bath; the couple is also talking about doing some accent walls in wood.

The family’s nearly complete home, about two hours east of Seattle.

Most importantly, the family loves to share stories about how their hardwood floors were more than 100 years in the making.

"We've been blown away by the results," he said.

Photos by Jeff Layton, Amanda Gatlin and Boyd Gatlin.

You can follow Jeff and Amanda’s progress on their blog, Married to Adventure.

This Philadelphia Farmhouse Is a Historic Stunner

1800s Estate Proves History Is Anything But Drab

Living Legacy: Making a Family Home in a Historic Mansion

Originally published June 2017.

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danielgreen01 · 6 years

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From Haylofts to Hardwoods: How One Family Salvaged a Historic Barn

There's a century of history woven into the floors of a contemporary home east of Seattle: golden planks, shiny blondes and the occasional knotted gray.

It's just how Amanda Gatlin wanted it - even if she didn’t expect it would involve recycling an entire Mississippi barn, with pieces dating back to when Woodrow Wilson was president.

‘I called it my clubhouse’

"The lumber was primarily white oak," said Boyd Gatlin, Amanda's father. "I think we kept three jersey cows and a bull. We would hand-milk in the morning, and then we sold it."

"I grew up drinking raw milk. That's why I have such a great immune system," he joked.

"So there are some unusual materials," Boyd said, "some of which had square nails, indicating they were more than 100 years old."

The Gatlins repurchased the land when Amanda was 7, using it as a country home to spend weekends or vacations. The sale allowed her to play in the same barn her father played in as a kid.

"I remember sitting up in that loft. I called it my clubhouse," she recalled. "You could dangle your legs over the side and look out onto the other house on the property - into the tall grass."

‘We were swinging sledgehammers’

As with many aspects of the project, it was a lot more complicated than one might expect.

"It was 95 degrees, super high humidity - it was just scorching hot," Jeff recalled. "We were swinging sledgehammers, and it was by hand. Everything was by hand."

The couple had done their research. A lot of people, it turns out, take apart barns for a living.

"[Other people are] using cherry pickers and forklifts. We didn't have access to that," Jeff said. "But as it turns out, it all came apart pretty easily. No electricity. It was all done by hand."

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They got lucky, they say, that there were no menacing bugs or wasps. They found some ants - and the occasional relic.

"Sometimes we found bullets inside [the wood]," Jeff recalled. "Apparently it's really common in the South to go shooting at old barns."

They also discovered something else: the importance of family.

"One huge benefit of doing all this labor is that we've bonded with family," Amanda recalled. "You sweat together, you have lunch together. It's an amazing bonding experience."

"It created opportunities that we would not have had otherwise," Jeff added.

‘He was telling me stories from the Navy’

Jeff planned to drive the wood across the country. His father, who also lives near Seattle, was planning to meet him in Arkansas.

Jeff and his father drove through the South to escape the cold winter weather. The duo ended up having their own family experience getting the hardwoods back to the West Coast.

"He was telling me stories from the Navy. We talked politics and religion," Jeff added. "I got to spend all this great time with my dad."

Amanda working on the hardwoods in her new home in Plain, Washington.

‘Putting a puzzle together’

Before installing the wood, they sprayed it with an insecticide. The duo worked 12-hour days, laying out the floors in the main rooms, along the stairs and in a couple of small loft spaces.

They were working with five different board widths, along with different wood species. The couple loved the look - even at the risk of having the boards expand and contract at different rates.

"You basically start putting a puzzle together," Jeff says.

That patchwork meant hiding some Easter eggs throughout the house - the couple found a smiley face in one plank of wood, placing it outside their son's room.

"We would find different knots that look like things, [such as] an Eiffel Tower. We have a room that has two bears in it. We have one that looks like a wine spill," Jeff says.

The installation, from bare floor to stained, finished wood, took the family about 2 1/2 weeks.

‘A good substitute’

It wasn't the least expensive way to put floors down, added Boyd Gatlin, Amanda's father, but it is certainly special.

Not all the wood was solid enough for the floors. Some of it became the lining of the master bath; the couple is also talking about doing some accent walls in wood.

The family’s nearly complete home, about two hours east of Seattle.

Most importantly, the family loves to share stories about how their hardwood floors were more than 100 years in the making.

"We've been blown away by the results," he said.

Photos by Jeff Layton, Amanda Gatlin and Boyd Gatlin.

You can follow Jeff and Amanda’s progress on their blog, Married to Adventure.

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Bright Wall/Dark Room July 2018: A Room with a View

We are pleased to offer an excerpt from the latest edition of the online magazine, Bright Wall/Dark Room. The theme for our July issue is "Heat," and in addition to Fran Hoepfner's piece below about "A Room with a View," they also have new essays on "Miami Blues," "The Lost City of Z," "Thelma & Louise," "Kiss Me Deadly," "Rebecca," "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre," "Fahrenheit 451," "Jezebel," "Rango," Oliver Stone, and a piece exploring how heat functions in the screen adaptations of Tennessee Williams' plays.

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Summer is restless and stupid and hot. I have written about this before (and before that) and I’ll write about it again. The season itself is bad, I think, and yet, year after year, I cannot help but set wildly high expectations for myself. I’ll go to the beach every weekend. I’ll run 10 miles. I’ll shave my head. I’ll have a passionate, short-lived affair with someone I’ll never see again. What do I expect? It’s always the same, and it’s always lackluster. I get sunburned, I get sick of running, I’m growing out my hair. An old girlfriend peels herself away from me—this is before I got my AC unit and we stuck to each other if we embraced for even a second—“We should really make a summer bucket list,” she suggests. I can’t even make that happen. Anyway: I’m really making the most of my July so far, can’t you tell?

This summer, I’ve already turned down minor league baseball games and park outings and even just going for a walk around the block, in favor of lying on my stomach and curating my FilmStruck watchlist. OK, fine, I’ll stop bragging. What I will say is that I added A Room With a View to my watchlist because I thought, “Is this The Age Of Innocence?” And you know those memes that are like, “EXPECTATIONS VS. REALITY”? One is me running 10 miles; one is me sleeping all hours of the day. One is The Age Of Innocence; one is A Room With a View. The answer, of course, is that it was not The Age Of Innocence. It was A Room With a View. Insert meme here.

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So if A Room With a View is not The Age Of Innocence—and for what it’s worth, when you’re expecting a Scorsese and wind up with an Ivory, that might be one of the only expectation vs. reality situations in which you’re not settling—I will tell you what it is: A 1985 period drama directed by James Ivory, based on a novel of the same name by E. M. Forster. “Ivory?” you might ask, “as in Merchant and?” to which I would say, yes, of course. And maybe, if you are between the ages of 19-22, you might instead ask, “Ivory? As in the guy who wore a Timothée Chalamet dress shirt to the Oscars this year? The screenwriter of Call Me By Your Name?” To which I would say, yes, it’s the same guy. The script, in turn, was written by longtime Merchant/Ivory collaborator Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, who captures, in Helena Bonham Carter’s Lucy Honeychurch, the elegant moodiness and confusion that is often part of being a young woman. Lucy has come to Florence with her cousin and chaperone, Charlotte Bartlett (Maggie Smith), whose first line in the film notably summarizes my entire summer thus far: “This is not at all what we were led to expect.”

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This summer hasn’t even had the decency to have consistently good weather. Rain one day, hot rain the next day; 90 degrees and sweltering the day after, only to be followed by a dip in temperature so baffling I find myself wearing a jacket to take out the trash. I can’t predict it. I can’t control it. So you see, another thing about curating my FilmStruck watchlist: it is perhaps the only thing I have in my life right now that gives me any remote sense of stability. I put what I want on there, and no one can say or do otherwise.

In the past month of my life, I have moved not once but twice, quit my job, endured a breakup, and watched a half-dozen friends move to the opposite side of the country. This is fine; I am fine. I mean, there are 28 films on my watchlist and I occasionally spiral, unsure of what to watch, shut off my laptop in a fit of indecision and stare at the ceiling until 3 in the morning, but again, I am fine. Today, rain; tomorrow, sun. The day after, who has any idea? I brazenly entered my late 20s earlier in the year with the confidence of, I don’t know, two women looking to enjoy a nice vacation to Florence and, say it with me now: “This is not at all what we were led to expect.”

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Charlotte, and in turn Lucy, are not talking about my wayward late 20s, though; they are discussing their room in an Italian pensione (fake word) in Florence. It was meant to have a view, you see. (A room with a—you get it.) A view of the Arno, a river I know about mainly from the daily crossword. But they don’t have a view. Charlotte audibly complains about this at dinner that night, well within earshot of the pensione’s other inhabitants: Eleanor Lavish (Judi Dench), a bawdy female novelist (literally can you imagine); the kind, gossipy spinsters, the Misses Alans (Fabia Drake and Joan Henley); the amiable Reverend Mr. Beebe (Simon Callow—ICONIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!); and the Emersons, an oddball father (Denholm Elliott) and his brooding but hot as hell son, George (Julian Sands).

And here’s where the magic happens: the Emerson boys have a view, and they’re willing to give it up to Charlotte and Lucy––free of charge. What they wanted (which was not what they got) could be what they get, if only they accept a gracious favor. Charlotte, obviously, says no.

Though Charlotte’s reasons to refuse can easily be traced to a British rigidity, there’s an emotional self-punishment here that feels recognizable. When someone does a good thing because you’ve more or less asked for it, it feels correct to say no. To stay the course, keep carrying the burden, and so on and so forth. The face reddens, the jaw clenches. “Women like looking at a view,” Mr. Emerson generalizes, in a way that both offends and humors me, “Men don’t.” To accept feels wrong, it feels like stepping outside of oneself and bridging a gap. Charlotte does not want something owed to two men she has never met. Later, after the dinner, the Reverend Mr. Beebe and Lucy convince her she ought to accept. It’s what they all want, as indelicate as it is. A Miss Alan says: “But things that are indelicate can sometimes be beautiful.” Touché.

Lucy and George make out in a field of barley. This is scandalous, insane, beautiful.

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If there’s one thing that rarely lives up to expectations, it’s the comfort of returning home after a vacation. For Lucy, going home is a punishment. There is no relief in the distance between her and Charlotte, or her and George, for that matter. Not only is it summer in England, the heat pooling in the crevasses of their long-sleeved linen clothing, but at home, there is Cecil Vyse (Daniel Day-Lewis).

Cecil is a nightmare. He’s the worst possible amalgamation of what every person who describes themselves as a nerd on dating apps is like in real life: loud, boastful, pretentious, chaste, rude, and stuffy. He doesn’t like being outside. He hoards Lucy like a possession to be trotted out. He loves to read aloud from a book, the Victorian era version of making someone watch an eight-minute long video. He has never had fun and he’s not interested in the idea of it whatsoever. At one point, he mentions the concept of a joke, and I know he’s never even heard one before.

Cecil is reality to a tee. Nothing you want but everything you deserve. I hate him. He’s my favorite character. In keeping with this month’s theme, it’s funny to think I thought A Room With a View would be a traditional period piece, when in actuality it’s a very dressed up jocks vs. nerds narrative. The more you know, etc.

Because summer is hell, and hell is always finding new ways of making itself worse, Cecil does the worst possible thing imaginable: he invites the Emerson father and son to stay in a home for lease in their village. Why the fuck does he do this? According to Cecil, as a prank (Author’s note: this is not a prank). On who? Uh, the landlord? Rich people should not be allowed to ever think they are funny. This is borderline life-ruining for Lucy, who was hoping she could use the time at home to get over her crush. No such luck! For now she is home for the summer with both a fiancé and a crush and a wayward younger brother, and everyone looking to her to do the right thing. Whatever the hell that’s supposed to be.

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My worst opinion on A Room With a View is that I wondered for many weeks after seeing it if Helena Bonham Carter was miscast. It’s strange to watch her at only 19, when she has occupied a certain witchy middle age for the entire time I’ve known her on screen. Lucy, to me, was so passive and formal and rigid. “Don’t you know Helena Bonham Carter is a total freak?” I wanted to ask. (Again: “This is not at all what we were led to expect.”) It wasn’t until I started my rewatch that I finally got it. There is a moment in which Lucy excuses herself after an odd conversation with Mr. Emerson, saying Charlotte will want her back. “Poor girl,” he notes. She takes offense. “Poor girl? I think of myself as a very fortunate girl. I’m thoroughly happy and having a splendid time,” she tells him. I’m thoroughly happy, she says, no trace of a smile on her face, and having a splendid time, she adds, every muscle frozen into the utmost perfect posture.

This was not, in my assumption, a passive and formal and rigid girl; this was a weirdo trapped in the social norms of turn of the century England. “Mother doesn’t like me playing Beethoven—she says I’m always peevish afterwards,” Lucy tells Mr. Beebe at one point. Has a more goth sentence ever been uttered? In a documentary produced 30 years after the film’s release, Bonham Carter herself says she imagines she got the part because she came in looking so disinterested, slumped over, and moody. Lucy Honeychurch is a young woman burdened by the rigorous expectations thrust upon her from every side. She ought to marry Cecil. She ought to stay at home. She ought not to travel alone or live in London or be by herself or anything that exerts any type of independent thought. No wonder she’s in a bad fucking mood all the time! Maybe that’s why the Emersons seem so appealing. They answer to no one.

In an act of desperation, she lies. (When a description of a book or a movie tells you it is about repression in society, that is code for lying.) Even in the opening moments, the milliseconds before “This is not at all what we were led to expect,” Lucy opens and closes her mouth. She wants to say something. She wants to express her disappointment. But she shuts it before Charlotte says something. There isn’t supposed to be anything wrong. Everything is precisely as it’s meant to be, even if it’s a lie.

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I did not expect there would be an extended scene of full frontal male nudity but what can you do!

On a warm summer’s afternoon, George, Mr. Beebe, and Lucy’s brother Freddy (Rupert Graves—a crush!) go for a naked swim in what the Honeychurch siblings refer to as their sacred pond. The scene is miraculous: playful and happy and free. It’s everything Lucy isn’t. Earlier in the film, she mentions to Cecil that she used to swim there until she was caught.

I don’t want to go so far as to say that it’s the act of stumbling upon these naked men running around with their flaccid dicks that breaks Lucy, jumpstarting what is essentially a nervous breakdown causing her to lie to everyone she knows including herself about what she wants to do with herself and her life and her engagement and whatever the fuck George wants, but…it certainly doesn’t help.

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Summers end. Heat abides. “Is it even the longest day yet?” is asked quietly on an outing to the beach. No, but it comes quicker than you realize and then it’s cold before you know it. Maybe it’s the not knowing about the weather that’s the only constant we have right now (extremely right now). As the days get darker and colder and windier, Lucy goes to see Mr. Emerson and speaks, almost plainly, about how abominable George has behaved towards her.

“He only tried when he should not have tried,” Mr. Emerson says, sympathetically. George’s sin was acting in his self-interest, and what he believed (correctly) to be the self-interest of Lucy. Isn’t it stupid, doing what you want sometimes? In spite of everything else, including the whole world? Feels like the most summer action you could take. Mr. Emerson goes one step further, and he breaks the news to Lucy: he and George are leaving and heading back to London. And it is only when faced with something truly unexpected—a surprise, a change, an abrupt action for which she is the direct catalyst—that Lucy cries. It’s the storm at the end of a hot summer day. These are not delicate, poised tears streaming one by one down the side of her face. They are heavy, hurtful sobs. She can’t control it. She’s free.

Because none of it is fair. The summer is long and awful. Unfair. She can’t love who she wants to love. Unfair. She’s forced to love someone she can’t stand. Unfair. She has to wear, like, a long-sleeved dress in the summertime! UNFAIR! Summer ought to stand for a specific type of freedom—emotional, physical, let those bellies hang out, etc.—and yet it’s unnaturally burdensome. It’s repressive. It forces us back within ourselves, questioning and nervous and moody as all fuck. And so, to cry—to full-on heave, honestly, at this particular misery, both an over- and an underreaction—is quite possibly the most liberating thing Lucy can do. This is the sacred pond, renewing and refreshing and horrible, baptizing her in something new.

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Haylofts to Hardwoods: How One Family Salvaged a Historic Barn By Hand

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There's a century of history woven into the floors of a contemporary home east of Seattle: golden planks, shiny blondes and the occasional knotted gray.

It's just how Amanda Gatlin wanted it - even if she didn’t expect, at first, it would involve recycling an entire Mississippi barn with pieces dating back to when Woodrow Wilson was president.

The barn in 2016, in rural Choctaw County, MS.

What started out as a small undertaking - Gatlin and her husband, Jeff Layton, peeling away a couple wood slabs for a picture frame or accent wall in their northwest new construction - quickly grew into something more.

"I don't know how it transitioned from a few pieces to taking down the whole barn," said Amanda's husband, Jeff Layton. "Amanda's dad talked to the landowner and they said, 'You can come and take the whole thing.' That evolved into, ‘Gosh, let's salvage this thing.’"

The hardwood floors in the family’s new home across the country.

‘I called it my clubhouse’

In 1912, Amanda’s great-grandparents started a farm in rural Choctaw County, MS, about two hours south of Memphis. They ran a small dairy operation while growing corn and cotton. In 1949, the family built a large wooden barn on the same piece of land.

"The lumber was primarily white oak," said Boyd Gatlin, Amanda's father. "I think we kept three jersey cows and a bull. We would hand-milk in the morning, and then we sold it."

"I grew up drinking raw milk. That's why I have such a great immune system," he joked.

The couple’s son enjoys a quiet moment outside the family barn pre-demolition.

Boyd played in the barn as a child, jumping out of the hayloft or getting stung by wasps in the summer. His family eventually moved away, but later learned the new owner added onto the barn using wood from Boyd's grandparents' home nearby.

"So there are some unusual materials," Boyd said, "some of which had square nails, indicating they were more than 100 years old."

Some of the hand-forged nails found in the barn, indicating the wood dates back more than a century.

The Gatlins re-purchased the land when Amanda was 7, using it as a country home to spend weekends or vacations. The sale allowed her to play in the same barn her father played in as a kid.

"I remember sitting up in that loft. I called it my clubhouse," she recalled. "You could dangle your legs over the side and look out onto the other house on the property - into the tall grass."

"I would jump off and stuff," she continued. "You're springy and young."

Amanda, Jeff, and their son outside the barn, ready to disassemble the building.

‘We were swinging sledgehammers’

As with many aspects of the project, it was a lot more complicated than one might expect.

"It was 95 degrees, super high humidity. It was just scorching hot," Jeff recalled. "We were swinging sledgehammers and it was by hand. Everything was by hand."

The couple had done their research. A lot of people, it turns out, take apart barns for a living.

"[Other people are] using cherry pickers and forklifts. We didn't have access to that," Jeff said. "But as it turns out, it all came apart pretty easily. No electricity. It was all done by hand."

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They got lucky, they say, in that there were no menacing bugs or wasps. They found some ants - and the occasional relic.

"Sometimes we found bullets inside [the wood]," Jeff recalled. "Apparently it's really common in the south to go shooting at old barns."

They also discovered something else: the importance of family.

"One huge benefit of doing all this labor is that we've bonded with family," Amanda recalled. "You sweat together, you have lunch together. It's an amazing bonding experience."

"It created opportunities that we would not have had otherwise," Jeff added.

‘He was telling me stories from the Navy’

"A lot of the pieces we were pulling down had that gray patina on it. The mill guys said 20 years ago, you couldn't give it away," Jeff said. "But now it has that aged look people are really looking for."

Jeff planned to drive the wood across the country. His father, who also lives near Seattle, was planning to meet him in Arkansas.

Jeff and his father drove through the south to escape the cold winter weather. The duo ended up having their own family experience getting the hardwoods back to the west coast.

"He was telling me stories from the Navy. We talked politics and religion," Jeff added. "I got to spend all this great time with my dad."

Amanda working on the hardwoods in her new home in Plain, WA.

‘Putting a puzzle together’

Before installing the wood, they sprayed it with an insecticide. The duo worked 12-hour days, laying out the floors in the main rooms, along the stairs and in a couple of small loft spaces.

They were working with five different board widths, along with different wood species. The couple loved the look - even at the risk of having the boards expand and contract at different rates.

"You basically start putting a puzzle together," Jeff says.

That patchwork meant hiding some 'Easter eggs' throughout the house. The couple found a smiley face in one plank of wood, placing it outside their son's room.

"We would find different knots that look like things, [such as] an Eiffel Tower. We have a room that has two bears in it. We have one that looks like a wine spill," Jeff says.

The installation, from bare floor to stained, finished wood, took the family about two and a half weeks.

‘A good substitute’

It wasn't the least expensive way to put floors down, added Boyd Gatlin, Amanda's father, but it is certainly special.

"In a nutshell, their flooring was quite expensive but it is like no other in that it carries family memories," he said. "We had a house fire in 1960 that destroyed all family heirlooms, so Amanda and her cousin both felt the barn wood would be a good substitute."

Not all the wood was solid enough for the floors. Some of it became the lining of the master bath; the couple is also talking about doing some accent walls in wood.

The family’s nearly-complete home, about two hours east of Seattle.

Most importantly, the family loves to share stories about how their hardwood floors were more than 100 years in the making.

"We've been blown away by the results," he said.

Photos by Jeff Layton, Amanda Gatlin and Boyd Gatlin.

You can follow Jeff and Amanda’s progress on their blog, Married to Adventure.

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