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My Morning Star

sometimes my adventure is writing~~

Morning Star

This morning I opened my kitchen curtain and saw Venus winking back at me in the brand new sky. It was just after 5:30am, my usual hour for starting my day.

Solitary morning star, I always feel drawn to her bright sparkle each morning the sky is clear and she is my sky companion on my hikes at dawn, or these first few moments I’m awake and peaking out my window.

Venus, second planet from the sun, not a star after all. Named as the Roman Goddess of love and beauty. Originally, the Greeks, when they discovered the morning and evening star were actually one in the same, named the planet Aphrodite for its bright beauty, brighter than any star in the heavens.

It was the Romans who changed its name to Venus, their Goddess of Love. The northen continent on this shiny spot in the heavens above, is named Ishtar Terra after the Babylonian goddess of love while the southern continent is named Aphrodite Terra, the Greek goddess of love.

The Persian mythology named her Anahita; their goddess of love.

So much love and beauty honoring a tempestuous planet, whose density of surface and the carbon dioxide rich atmosphere along with her thick clouds of sulfur dioxide generates the strongest greenhouse effect in our solar system. This fiery make-up creates quite a bit of heat with temperatures over 850 degrees. She’s hotter than her neighbor Mercury, though Venus is twice Mercury’s distance from the sun. She also is unique in her rotation, opposite from the other planets in our solar system.

All day and night, under her tremendously thick blanket of clouds, her volcanes erupt and lightening and thunder continue around the clock.

The Babylonian astrologers named her Nin-dar-an-na; Brightest Queen of the Sky for her dominant role as brightest star.

Earth’s sister planet is called the spirit Barnumbirr by the Aboriginal culture in Northen Australia. According to their beliefs, as she approaches the early hours before dawn, she draws behind her a rope of light attached to the earth. Along this rope, is a richly decorated Morning Star Pole. This pole allows the people to communicate with their dead loved ones. They can let them know they are remembered and loved. Barnumbirr is also an important creator spirit in the Dreaming; the cultures belief that all things are created in the Dreamtime. This follows their belief that this planet “sang” much of the country into life.

Venus, my morning and evening light, brightest spot in our solar system, quite a title you carry as Queen of the Sky.

Those mornings I leave the house to take my walks just before the sun takes full control of day from night, Venus is my guide and messenger that has always made me feel that my dawn patrol was a very sacred and honored moment for me to be a part of creation.

Here comes a brand new moment, a new day, full of all possibilities, promise and creation.

I have always sensed, my prayers at this hour were more easily heard, that the daily static had not yet overblown the fuses connecting me to Her; Queen of Creation, Goddess, co-creator with God, Heavenly Vibe offering Her chalice of Divine Drink, breathing me and me exhaling Her.

These are my finest moments, the excitement of personal power and knowing, when I slip out of bed, sensing my alarm just a minute or two before she vibrates to me..it’s time!

“Get up! It’s time for you! I’m listening for your footsteps outside, for your yearning heart to search for me and find me here, waiting, calling your name, reminding you how precious you are to me.”

She calls and I must go out and walk and hike up the hill, to the top, when the deer family comes out from their evening resting place and walk through the meadow, ready for breakfast, following their familiar trail. Time when the Kite calls out its morning reverie, the hawk floats on the morning air above me, perhaps a small coyote tries to make its way unnoticed across the field, dawn still holding her own, only saying goodbye when the hills surrounding me can no longer shield us from the morning rays of sun.

I find myself out here alone and yet so much apart of a great celestial awakening that comes back each day to awaken in me once more, my own creation, made in the image of Goddess, my own Bright star body.

I sing my morning song and only the deer hear me, stopped for a few moments in their tracks, their ears perked up and catching my voice coming down the canyon, rolling over the soft hills, falling all around the ground and rocks and dirt.

I receive my blessing of stillness and peace and reassurance of all prayers answered as Venus shines brightest above, reflecting back to me the majesty of the sun; singing me into life each morning, “You are Loved, you are Loved.”

Constant guide, celestial reflection, illuminous creatrix, messenger to loved ones, gateway to a higher Love, Venus.

Next! Bedford Peak..Main Divide!!

Sunday last, it was all about the hike...a new hike for both of us. 2,000 ft in 3 1/2 miles ...straight up sweethearts! Silverado Motorway is just at the end of Silverado Canyon, at the foot of the Santa Ana Mtns, in Cleveland Nat'l Forest; CA. We had seen this trailhead a few times before but had been heading another direction on our mountain bikes. The weather was cool, sunny and clear; perfect for heading up a trail with no shady promises, all exposure on an ever upward, winding single track. I made sure we packed almond butter and jelly sandwiches for this hike. A couple of gels and a small stick of monterey jack cheese and a handful of Ritz Bits was not going to be adequate fuel this time! The trail afforded us wonderful views of the canyons. The winding turns exposed rock formations that told the story of the evolution of these hills, their sedimentary chapters were too many to read on my first pass but beautiful in their undulating form and design. Halfway up is a place called Coffin Rock that offered much more history to anyone who could read rock! Quite a few mtn. bikers passed us heading down as this trail is a very popular end to climbing other trails connected at the Main Divide. It became obvious this trail was well used as additional hikers appeared for and aft. A young family had headed up at the same time we began, but left us in their dust in no time. They inspired me to move at a much steadier pace than if we'd been a solo couple. I also noticed how much stronger I am now, as I mentioned last week, from my reconditioned diet and workout program. Yep, more protein, less sugar, more fruits and veggies; card workout 5 days a week. It's working Shelli!! (She's my fitness coach.) Two hours+ up and we reached the Main Divide. It sounds so impressive...something like Continental Divide. Well, it was my first "divide" and it felt like something very big anyway! We made it to Bedford Peak, one of the highest summits in the Santa Ana mountains. The reward was a 360 of views! The ocean, Catalina Island, snow capped Mt Baldy, the other side of the mountains looking down on Corona, Palos Verdes Peninsula.....if it hadn't been for a very slight haze it would have really been spectacular. Sandwiches always taste so good at 2000 ft. Weird huh? I like the photo of the three bikers heading back down the hill behind me, after we had talked with them at the top. That's where we came from and would turn around and head back down. I can see why this trail is so popular on a clear fall or winter day. It would be impossibly hot in summer, and the reward of spectacular views is worth the pain in my calves all week.

Blackstar, Beek's Peak... ...Conquered!

Finally~~~~~ 8 miles uphill and 2,000 ft. elevation will never rank in any other record book but my own. After 3 other attempts and one being less than a mile to the top, I finally rode all the way up to Beek's Place at the top of Blackstar Canyon, nestled near the peaks of Saddleback mountain.

Last Saturday was a clear and chilly day after the rains offering perfect ride conditions for the group of 8 who pedaled together at the start.

My partner and I are always the sweepers, delegated or not, but we don't mind. We pedal as fast as we can and have surrendered to the energy of tortoise; slow but steady.

This day, my new diet and exercise regimen I'd begun 3 weeks earlier, was kicking in. I had increased cardio power, a bit more muscle mass in the pumpers along with the vision of; "I think I can, I think I can."

I had my sights and handle bars steering towards that giant golf ball (radar or satellite tower?) on top of Beek's peak. Today, I knew we would finally land on top and claim my bragging rights.

The other 6 riders were long gone ahead after 20 minutes out of the starting gate. It was nice while it lasted: hanging out with the group and being a part of the energy always takes me further and faster.

But me and Al realized our trip would be our trip and we'd be saying "see ya" before long.

But that's ok. We tend to be sight seers anyway; always finding a short break in the shade when stopping for a quick re-fuel is needed, or when my thighs can't pump one more revolution no matter how hard I think positive!

The morning had one goal only....to finally get me to the top. Al was not going to see me stop short this time. I was a woman on a mission to have Beek's peak notched on my handle and I could feel it and see it, even if I had to walk. Which of course I did, the last 1/2 mile.

Thighs were begging me for a break and no one was watching!

I would have loved to include more photos of the long and winding road, of the panoramic views of the Hidden Valley Ranch and the number of gorgeous canyons tucked in spots we rode by. Instead I registered each one in my mind to remember always and just kept pumping.

The ease of Blackstar is the fire road all the up and back. No rock gardens, dangerous ruts, roots, or single track with sheer drops to the right or left. Although that IS part of the mtn. bike joy on occasion. The workout and challenge of Blackstar is it's constant uphill 8 miles grind. I like it!

Those rides are a great workout for cardio and endurance.

And so, I've added a notch to my bike belt and Al captured my hard earned, if not exhausted smile at the top and I wondered........did Mr. and Mrs. Beek ride back and forth to work everyday?????

Finding a Trail...and a new friend~~~~

A visit to P.S. (Palm Springs) last weekend is worthy of 2 separate blogs. One would be about the joy of being with two girlfriends and having such fun in the salt water pool and jacuzzi and drinking my new favorite blender drink, and laughing so hard about EVERYTHING.....the other one is this one first......discovering the Tacquitz Trail in the San Jacinto Mts. with Luce, just blocks away from the inn where I stayed with my friends.
I had been running for about an hour, early Sunday morning hoping to get closer to the gorgeous mtns. that beckoned me to draw closer. I found a street at the end of the neighborhood and followed it to its dead end at the foothills. AHA! A trail head appeared. I saw two guys just ahead who had started climbing minutes before I arrived. I had no water with me, but I'd snatched a quick yogurt breakfast, some o.j. and a big drink of water an hour before. The trail was so inviting and promised spectacular views and the weather was mild. I walked just a few steps to get a feel and see if I felt comfortable solo. A car door opened then closed nearby. I waited to see who might also be heading onto the trail. That's when a senior lady appeared, in hiking gear and hat. "May I walk with you?, I asked." This is my first time here. If I'd known this trail was around the corner I'd have started earlier and brought water!" She smiled up at me and said "Sure!" Oh lucky me! We exchanged names a bit later as we headed up a tight single track looping around the corners and taking us at a fast clip straight up. Luce was timing her ascent to her favorite spot. She said it had been awhile since she'd hiked here and she wanted to be sure she wasn't slowing down. Ha! I was the one huffing and puffing keeping up with her. Soon I followed her careful footfalls and her pace and relaxed and enjoyed the hike. I decided to be comfortable without water as the temp. was being kind and I was following an 82 yr. old experienced hiker who seemed cool as can be and totally relaxed and trusting of the area.
The two guys seen earlier had taken a wrong turn and had to backtrack. They came up behind us and had a great sense of humor in meeting us and taking our pix. Luce seemed to be attracting all kinds of new friends this morning. Bruce rhymed his name with Luce...but I can't remember the other guys name ....'cuz it didn't rhyme with mine!!
Luce educated me about the Desert Apricot Mallow flower...and showed me the distant view of the Salton Sea...."see that mist out there.....". We talked about the history of the trail, more flowers, environmental causes, her conservationist ideals, the ignorance of ignorant people (those are my words), misusing, and abusing the trail by not staying ON the proper trail. I commented that sometimes people don't SEE what's right in front of their eyes! Luce said, "If you are witnessing, you are in it." I thought that was so profound I recorded it on my phone so as not to forget.

As we were heading back down from our ascent, Luce pointed out the spots on the trail where she usually runs down. Excuse me? Oh yes, she said, but not today since she was getting her hiking legs back. I watched her foot strikes, her pace , her evenness in negotiating the unevenness of wilderness trail and marveled at her delicate pace while never once doubting her steps. No hiking poles; which I'm so dependent on. Luce was all grace and beauty, just like the sturdy, gentle beauty of the wildflowers holding court all along my morning hike. Thank you Luce, for the ride back to the inn! You were right...I was done~~~~~I'll look you up on my next visit~~~~~~

A Hardy Hike for sure~~~~

The Harding Truck Trail is a 9 mile fire road that begins at the end of Modjeska Canyon Rd, across from the Tucker Wild Life Sanctuary. Ike Harding was an early homesteader who raised goats in the area. It was a first hike on this trail for all of us....Paul and Karen; celebrating their 20 yr anniversary next year... Sandy,(not Fanny, that's her grandmother's name!); co-worker with Paul, our biking friend Gary, Spain and myself. Paul, a 20 year client of mine and wearing his new polarized sunglasses had organized the hike. It's a 9 miler up a wide and well groomed fire road with an emphasis on UP. Our goal was the lookout at 3.2 miles, with a total of just over 6 miles back to our cars. Happy I brought the summer hiking hat because the temp was toasty at 8am. The hat protects the head and neck from burn and the extra brim of shade keeps me cool...well, cooler. In 2007 a wild fire blew through the area. Burned trunks were still visible in many spots along the trail. But the hills were covered in greens and spring flowers were rioting over any extra space found. Gary brought his Wild Flowers of So. Cal. book which has accompanied him on his hikes since 2004 I think. He has a tiny sample of each bloom and writes the date he found it. He trailed behind here and there when he spotted Red Maids and Perry Phesilias and doubled checked the photos in his book. Eureka! He found them. What a lovely way to remember the hikes and learn about the wildflowers. Many mtn bikers passed us up and down. Our biking buddy Dave Paul rode up with a tough as nails group churning their wheels all the way to the 9 mile 5000 ft peak and then, who knows, another 10-15 miles down Maple Springs or over and down to "the luge". They are tough....both hikers and bikers saying friendly hellos and informing what's ahead if you don't already know. More trail, that's what! It was a wonderful hike with friends, some new , some not. Oh, and chocolate milk. We always have cold choc. milk waiting for us in the truck after hiking or biking. My mistake is when I mention it when it's still too far away to enjoy. By the time we were finishing the hike I was afraid I'd have to fight everyone off when I finally got my sweaty hands around my cold bottle.

Snow kidding!

It had hailed the night before our hike into Trabuco Canyon, temps were low and even lower by the time we parked at the Holy Jim Trailhead. So it was no surprise that snow lined the the edges of our hike trail and covered cactus, poison oak and low brush.The 4.7 miles of washboard road to the parking area had been a bit easier roller coaster than my two previous trips. I was thankful about that. Pothole dodging is not a sport I favor but sometimes one must sit down, strap in, and be quiet in order to get herself to the adventure portal! There is no alternative route. Holy Jim trail is a popular trail for both hikers and mtn bikers. It's actually a famous trail, but more about that in a bit. I prefer to hike it due to its constant uphill, technical tight turns and drop offs; those spots you're not supposed to look at while you ride but can't seem to take your eyes off ! The cold crisp mountain air had us hiking at a good clip to warm up the feet and hands, though we wore gloves. The trail has a turn off to a water fall but we only had time to continue straight up. As we passed its intersection we could hear the deluge 3 miles or so to the right. Holy Jim creek crossings numbered 10 each way. So 20 times we were carefully choosing our steps to cross. If it had been even an inch or so higher, avoiding wet shoes would have been impossible. If we had time we would have gone to the top which ends at Santiago Peak, over 4800 ft., the tallest point in the Santa Ana Mountains and one of the two peaks that make up Saddleback Mountain; the other being Modjeska Peak. In the one picture you can spot the snow topped peak with its antennae towers. But time allowed only an hour in and an hour out. Too bad for me because the conditions and views and temp were ideal! The canyon was named for James T. Smith, also known as "old cussin'Jim." Word is he could peel paint off a stove pipe with his cussing.He was a beekeeper and built a home in the north fork of Trabuco Canyon in the 1870's and planted figs.When government surveyors plotted the canyon they chose "Holy Jim" rather than "Cussin Jim." Looked better on the trail maps. The last wild California grizzly, an old bear named "the honey thief" was killed at the mouth of T.C. after robbing a string of beehives in 1907. (No wonder Jim was so cussin' mad.) check out pix of the times at http://www.trabucocanyon.org/ Jim and bear included!! It was a wonderful hike with the perfect hiking partner and perfect hiking poles. You can see how much we relied on them when creek crossing!

The last pic of the day was me sitting out front of my pretend mtn writing cabin we passed heading back to the truck. Yeah, there she is, "ol cussin Colleen!" "Get off my property dag nabbit, or I'll get out the ol' 6 shooter and give ya what for *%#!@!!

Something about being OUT THERE, always brings out the best in me~~~~