ANCHORAGE THE LAST CITY ON OUR ADVENTURE IN ALASKA AND THE SPIRIT OF THE RAVEN BLOG #9

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Lovely Anchorage is an artful city with flowers blooming all across the cemented, building laden downtown center. We enjoyed an outside concert bundled in our jackets and scarves, while the natives sat in flip-flops and short sleeves. Right away they wanted to know where we were from…they wanted to know how we liked Alaska? The conversation was lively and we told them we like Alaska.

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Remember Alaskan’s have to make the best of months May through September when the tourists come, use these months to fix and create roads, to do construction or build homes, plant food, flowers, take care of any outside maintenance and just enjoy the summer weather.  After we left the concert we marveled at a beautiful bed of flowers and ornamental cabbage. Enjoying the same bed of flowers including snapdragons was a little family.  I asked if I might teach the boys how to snap the dragons. Parents gave consent and wanted to know also.  I showed the little boys how to pinch the mouths of the dragon’s open without hurting the flower, noting that each mouth was different. The family squealed played with the snapdragons. The mother said, “Now, I know why they call them snapdragons.”  I could hear their joy as we continued our city walk.

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We found out that the city of Anchorage passed a law that states 1% of the outsides of their buildings had to contain art. That 1 % percentage can be achieved by merely painting a line somewhere on the façade of each building. As we walked and with this 1% knowledge of art additions we did come to recognize attempts to add the concept of art to their buildings and appreciated it as we toured. We noticed paint attempts along with windows in patterns, rough and smooth glazed rock interchanged making a woven pattern, baskets and baskets of flowers hung from lamp posts and potted plants popped up in nooks and crannies up and down the streets of the downtown area. Bravo, Anchorage and more cities should follow suit, plus my attitude would be to up the percentage of art added.

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Here in Anchorage is where I change animal spirits. Remember we asked the family in the beginning of the trip to choose an animal spirit.  Did you go along with us and choose one?   I chose to be the hawk and I have received many images and spiritual growth in the body of the hawk. Many of the characteristics tagged for this animal were used and taught their lessons to me.  There is no winning or loosing; there is limited height, there for most of the time invisibility was useful, not clear enough for my use. The clarity of vision was enjoyed and used, as was the ability for sharp focusing.  Several hawk visitations were mild and informative. The hawks I heard crying in our own backyard, I hope you are now healed.

A lovely lady suggested in a comment on one of my blogs that I adopt the spirit of a humming bird. I studied its many sweet attributes and workable concepts, but they are not for me, yet.

With the help of a gorgeous walk in downtown Anchorage, the Raven appeared to me. I was assured that I would be accepted without fear, and would comfortably have the ability to tear down and rebuild what was necessary: a renewal of sorts. There is certain courage in self-reflection, but I ‘ll tell you being in the sheer beauty of nature is automatically self-reflective.  I can’t tell you what else it is unless you view it without human interference. If not for solitude, reflection and glory to a higher power, than what?

Here in Anchorage and in the Elizabeth and Roy Peratrovich Park stands the Raven sculpture by their son Roy A Peratroich Jr. It motivated me to take the spirit of the Raven and study its challenges.

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Another view of the sculpture:

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Becoming a Raven spirit requires a change in consciousness. Now that is work.   Many of you have been going along with the adopting of an animal spirit and I enjoy your newfound delight and gratification. Thank you for the trust as well. Keep sharing.

My new Raven spirit in its renewal state has the ability to find light in the darkness, honor the ancients, and has an opportunity to achieve divination and eloquence. Work slowly with your animal spirit, one level at a time.  If you have picked the right spirit you have a job for a long time in understanding its depth. Share,

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RIDING THE RAILS TO DENALI NATIONAL AND STATE PARK AND OUR VISIT TO MT. McKinley: BLOG # 8

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Nine and one half hours on a train riding through scenes of unspoiled beauty, wide-open spaces full of forests, streams, rivers and lakes is a special treat. The high domed ceilings of the our train gave floor to ceiling views of the beautiful South-central Alaska wilderness, but I must say by the 5th and 6th hour it becomes more difficult to stay focused.

Identities have been altered.

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Photos of some sights along the train route.

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We arrived at the Denali Princess Lodge and had the evening at leisure. The next morning we were treated to a Historical Tour through some of the park and stopped to watch a movie on how difficult it was to build a road through the park.  Then, through the swarms of mosquitos we braved hiking out to a small ranger’s cabin, slapping and waving away the mosquitos.

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Next we met Diane, an Athabascan woman. All of her family members have the last name Charlie. So meet Diane Charlie a native of Alaska.

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Diane told us of her family, spoke about each of the generations and how they still embrace many of the old ways, but she has a television, washer, dryer, electric lights, stove, refrigerator and many other modern conveniences. Diane’s message is one of peace, friendship and common concerns for the land. She said we who have stood before her today are her friends and are now friends among ourselves. We stand together hearing her song to us and to the mountains.  She is lovely and kind to share herself. She did indicate it would be lovely and kind if we shared with her. I am thinking TIP!

MT. McKinley: MOUNTAIN OF HOPE

Mt. McKinley is called the mountain of HOPE in my opinion because of the optimism, the chance, and the anticipation that you will in fact see the mountain, this famous towering mountain of 20,302 ft. It is the largest mountain in North America and a big draw for tourists from all over the world.  They say that only one in four visitors ever see any part of the mountain.  I am certain it is one in four thousands! You find yourself on the viewing deck of the lodge imagining that you have the power to blow the mist away. There is so much mist and such a vast openness to scour. There are so many mountain peaks in the distance.  You think, perhaps you are seeing it. There are hoards of mosquitos making your viewing uncomfortable.  A man comes over to you and asks you to view through his binoculars just below the two little dark clouds.  A peak comes through and you start jumping up and down.  Pretty soon the news travels and grown up people are clapping and jumping like excited children, smiling and gasping in the joyousness that they have been like I mentioned before, the one in four, more like four thousand to see the mountain.

Below is a photo of the view that all the joy filled people who were jumping up and down, smiling and clapping their hands saw.  I know it looks like a blank photo. There is a trace outline of the Mt. McKinley peak, I think.

Mt Mckinley, maybe…

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You see it don’t you?