At a class IV Rapid on the Connecticut River during my Source to Sea Paddle

The Unseen

Finishing up the southern sections with Steve blueberry Brindle

I talked last time about identity and crutches, mentioning I didn’t want to identify with my crutches as a way to feel more unique or important. On one of my first days hiking without the crutches, it seemed the universe was going to help me make the transition. As I was walking down the trail with Steve Brindle, finishing up the miles I have missed down south, Jupiter and Sprocket, who I first met north in Camp Blanding, came towards me on the trail. The first thing out of Jupiter’s mouth was “Congratulations. No more crutches.” I took that in, recognizing he was noticing me for getting OFF the crutches. I had a good internal laugh.

At the end of that day of hiking, I had completed the southern 600+ miles of the Florida Trail. I also reached 20,000 miles of lifetime backpacking. Steve Brindle, who had been such a big part of helping me do the past miles on crutches, and I celebrated over a lunch of burritos before saying our final goodbyes. I doubted I’d see him again on this trail as I was now driving quite a ways north towards White Springs, where I had gotten off the trail a week ago in order to fill in my missing Florida Trail miles in the south.

Author and painter Judith McClure owns the White Springs B&B

I had a resupply package waiting for me at the White Springs B&B, so I stayed with Judith and her family of borders. My shuttling plans had fallen through when one shuttler had to back out. I needed time to figure out a new plan and my body was ready for a rest. As I zeroed at Judith’s I tried to think outside of the obvious for getting the shuttles I needed. I came up with the idea of asking Daniel, a hiker who lives part of the year with Judith, if he would shuttle me. Daniel doesn’t have a car so I asked if he would drive my car to drop me off in the morning and to pick me up in the evening. I was thrilled when he said yes.

Trying to find my way through that mess was sometimes difficult

I hiked one day out of White Springs through an area that has been devastated by the winds of a hurricane. Thankfully, the trail crew had done a lot of work clearing the trail, but at times I still had trouble finding where to walk. It got me thinking about the power of an unseen wind and the challenge of seeing things that are not so obvious.

I thought about this again the following day as I walked along a seven mile road walk. I realized that now I’m walking with my regular hiking boots and poles, I don’t look like I need help. Yet my body is NOT ready to carry a full backpack, so I still need help with shuttles.

Another view of the storm damaged forest 

I reflected on the many unseen disabilities people live with. I thought how little I know about someone when I first meet them. I’ve learned by talking less about myself and asking a few key questions I can get a glimpse into people’s backgrounds. I’m always humbled and honored by what people share with me. Learning about less obvious experiences of people and feeling a shared camaraderie in the difficulties of life has been a valuable part of my healing journey, both from childhood abuse and from the cruel way my ex-husband ended the marriage.

Now you see the river
Now you don’t
It appeared to go right under the trail 

It turned out to be an appropriate day for thinking about the unseen. I was walking through a fascinating geological area with many sinkholes in the limestone under my feet. It was not unusual to see a big wide river disappear, only to re-emerge a number of feet down the trail. I had to pay attention to holes along the trail and marveled at the thought that under my feet an unseen river was flowing. I thought of the importance of protecting all water, seen and unseen, as well as soil and rock because it’s all connected in some way.

I walked right under the roots of that magnificent tree 

I also saw a number of trees whose roots were exposed. I thought about the fact that trees have as much or more vegetative matter underground as they do above ground. As I contemplated the fact that unseen root systems are responsible for trees’ ability to grow and withstand storms, I pondered how past experieces have shaped my life even if they’re not still happening and visible in the present. The key to whether I grow and flourish or wither and die is how I deal with the traumas of the past. If I remain rigid and refuse to change, I’ll topple like a tree in the wind. On the other hand, if I work to grow new root systems and lean into what feels like gale force winds in my life, I become stronger and can piece together a life worth living.

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2 responses to “The Unseen”

  1. Hello dear Mary,

    I just tried to send you a comment and it didn’t seem to work. I’ll try again. What a great focus for a post – roots! It made me think about roots that are biographical. What in my life has nourished and protected me like soil protects roots? Much to reflect on.

    Also good to hear that you aren’t pushing before your body to ready for the backpack. Let’s hear it for shuttles!

    love,

    Susan

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  2. Your such a great writer and you have the BEST analogies! The underground river seems mystical! I’m reading these out loud to my husband so he can also share in the teachings of Mary Badass Anderson!!

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