The Sumbanese cherish the culture of the horse. Used throughout society in racing, fighting, marriage and death.
It was a pleasure seeing the interactions of horse and rider over the past week.
Early morning is a great time to get the body moving, especially with a running track, outdoor fitness course, and beautiful pool.
A morning of climbing along the walls of the wadi. Nice limestone with grip and holds. Everyone enjoyed success with some top roping, and a bit of lead climbing too. Beautiful morning in the Masandam Peninsula. Very happy to have been keeping the shoulder strength up in the gym with some Kettlebell Swings.
Beginning 2012 off with a reminder that many have been before us. The knowledge of healing is continuously forgotten in the past, and relearned in the present. The more we are able pass on the knowledge to future generations, the more likely advances will be made and needless suffering can be eased or prevented.
We are looking forward to an exciting year ahead! We will revisit old friends and make new one as we travel the world this year. Hope to see you!
At a Date farm on the Saudi Border of Kuwait, the birds are loved. The owner has built large birdhouses to protect the migrating flights, and let them rest for their continued journeys. The birds are welcomed with water and food from the date plantation.
Most of the date harvest is protected with cloth bags to prevent damage, but enough are left open to provide food and energy for the birds as they make their yearly migrations.
Trudy and I took a break from our work schedule and recently took a two month holiday through France, Germany, and the West Coast of the USA, meeting up with friends and family all along the way. We are now recharged and ready to get back out into the the world and help you feel better, inside and out!
See our schedule at drchetcollins.com/where
The sun was momentarily peaking through the rain clouds upon our arrival to Amsterdam. On our last train connection toward the central station we met a gentleman from Germany on his way to care for his son. At some point in the conversation he described a trip he had made with his wife to Leningrad, years before, to visit the resting place of his father. His father had died in the Battle of Leningrad during WWII just prior to his birth. He described the joy of seeing his own children grow and mature and wished his father could have felt and seen the same. The emotions and images he described were intense, but the overpowering sense of love for his children seemed to leave us feeling a sense of joy at the end of the conversation that was unexpected. Darkness truly can be the canvas from which we can paint a picture of life’s brightness and light.
The next evening at dinner, we met a woman named Ineke. She was dining next to us and we found she was on her way to the symphony. She had a background in Music History and had an ongoing love for music since childhood. She was very excited about the evening performance and gave us a detailed description of the upcoming concert. It turned out that the main piece to be played by the Koninklijk Concertgebouworkest (Royal Dutch Concert Symphony) was written in 1943. The Russian composer Dmitri Sjostakavitsj had written the music to enable the listener to feel and understand the emotions of battle, The Battle of Leningrad. Needless to say, we bought tickets and enjoyed a unique experience that tied the lives of complete strangers together with common understanding. Ineke’s description of the evenings movements, combined with our conversation on the train, allowed us to hear and feel a piece of history, via music, that touched our hearts.
It may be cheaper to drink the wine while in Valbonne, than to eat the grapes directly! At the height of tourist season the merchants are willing to see what the market will bear, and the tourists seem to be very willing to spend.
We spent a few days enjoying the summer sun and then, on one cool and rainy day, found our way to the Gorge du Verdon. A great hike down to the cold, blue-green water got our blood pumping.
This was the first time in the recent past that I have been able to actually feel cold while swimming. The tropics just have no cold water! We swam in the river until shivering, getting ready for the warm hike back to the top.