Caren Ware's Blog

November 19, 2012

It is not so much where the trail ends as to where it leads.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 11:52 am

After the first cyclocross  event, everyone helped to pack up. I drove away and then become overwhelmed…to where.  They all had places to go and things to do.  It was a Saturday night.  I didn’t.  I knew few in town.  And I felt the overwhelming reality that I had handed over the A TEAM in Southern California.  I had built PRIME TIME to be a sought after company with a competent staff and a zippy look….the baseball team that would win the World Series.  And here I was starting with a ball I picked up in the gutter.  Now to get the uniforms, the team, the field, the league.  It was a huge start over.  But I gazed across the vast view from the base of this ski mountain…across the range they called the hole, where in just a few weeks time thousands of elks would migrate here to protect themselves for the winter.  Where past the rock bluffs loomed the tips of the Tetons, now snow capped and even more majestic than ever.  I become almost too weiry  from the energy I knew it would take to start over.  I broke into very real and needy sobs. “Dear, Lord.  Why did I wander here?  Only you know.  Only, truly YOU,  Mr. Creator of the Universe, could show me a new way. ”  The last rays of the day were setting the darkening mood in me. I flipped on the ignition and drove to that vast range.  I parked and did what seems to be best for my body.  Ran.  Ran.  And ran.  Into the setting sun.  Across the plain and to the bluff of rocks that the Tetons perched behind.  It was getting dark and I cared less.  In the shadows of the early evening, I saw movement in a ravine.  Dall Sheep were grazing with their huge horns and pre winter ragged coats.  One sheep lifted his head and locked his eyes with mine.  He was in the gully.  I up on the dirt road.  There was something in his or her eyes.  A look you would get from a good ole dog that somehow just knew you and linked with you though just a good ole dog; an animal,not a person.  The sheep never unlocked its gaze and slowly clopped up the rise and onto the road.  It walked right up to me and nudged me with its nose in the belly.  Incredulous.  This was a wild animal.  He or she, licked my jacket and than turned those eyes up to gaze at me.  “Hi, wild animal, ” I said.  I heard clip clop, and now all the herd was up on the road, just staring at me.  “Hi, all you wild animals.” 

Jesus said in Luke 12:22-32…a lot. “Do not worry about your life, what you will eat, nor about your body, what you will put on.  Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing.  Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn, and God feeds them.  Of how much more value are you than the birds? And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature”  If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest?  CONSIDER the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil or spin, and yet, even Solomon (the most wealthy and wise King in the Old Testament)  in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

If God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith?  And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind.  For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows you need these things.  But Seek the kingdom of God and all these things shall be added to you.  Do not fear, LITTLE FLOCK (here they were standing all around me, not afraid and just vulnerable and cute), for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell what you have and give alms: provide yourselves money bags which do not grow old, a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no theif approaches nor moth destroys.  For where your treasure is, there you heart will be also. ”

I slowly spun in a 360 degree circle, my arms lifted, encircled by the sheep.  The biting wind and ensuing darkness.  A stunning moment on earth.   Did God touch out to me today?  As I drove back through town, light cast across the street from a Thai restaurant appropriately named in a climbing town, Thai Me Up. It was bustling.  I pulled over and stepped into noise, buzz, warmth, cheer.  The town was now filled with only the locals.  They were eating family style on the bar stools.  I joined in.  I was one of them.  A tall, strapping young man bounced in with eyes that sparkled and a zeal that must have given his parents a run for their money, but peer pleasure as he formed into an inviting personality of young adult energy.  His name was Aron, a transplant from Riverside California, up here working for a mountain bike tour company and driving school buses.  He was everything that makes a young man attractive. He said his best part of living here was playing in a worship band in a great little Baptist Church in town. I didn’t know it existed.  He said I had no excuse than to be there the next morning at 9am.  And he was right.  I had no excuse.  Thank you, Aron, for being God’s directional compass.

Not so HOT!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 10:30 am

So here goes pioneering timing in a pioneering part of the country.  Read about CYCLOCROSS, not Psycho in a blog in October.  Here is the part two of the race series.  Now it is forming more into the Psycho part of events.  It is purposely done in mystery weather conditions. Snow is falling today.  Well, more like frozen, beady pebbles.  The wind is biting.  The chill factor registering near zero.  The joke becomes.  “What is the temperature?  There is none today.”  But the spirit of the ‘pioneering’ people are warm.  The conditions are just a part of them.  And they live for it, through it, about it. Check these little tykes out doing events on wood and itsy bikes…in the snow.  And the open classes are flashing smiles at us each lap they fast, thrilled to be in this peak condition and just being outdoors.  I have on every California layer I own, still waiting for my Patagonia down,  Mountain Hard Wear Gortex, Smartwool Socks, Icebreaker wool panties,  Outdoor Research mitts, Mamut/Marmot/Prana body layers  from the pro deals working at Skinny Skis.  I feel and look like ‘puff woman’ in all these pseudo layers.  I spent my entire summer earnings at Skinny skis on the layers in route. I will need them.  All was very adventurous until this yellow warning sign popped up on my printer screen.  SERIOUSLY!!!  My body would like to go into room temperature right now.

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