Author: KARLA_HENDERSON

I do not remember a time when I was not responsible for chores on the farm when I was growing up. My first recollection was gathering eggs every night and morning. We sold them to the “egg man” and I received the change each week. If my mom got $6.36, I got 36 cents.

Children doing chores on the farm is a tradition rooted in agricultural communities worldwide. The sense of responsibility I have today came from doing chores. This “opportunity” not only instilled in me a work ethic but also a strong connection to the land and the animals. The life lessons extended beyond the farm.

I loved feeding the animals. I learned quickly they required feeding on a regular schedule. Failure to do so was not acceptable from the standpoint of the animals or for my dad! If I could not do my daily chores, I would have to negotiate with my parents or my sisters to make sure those chores got done. There was no not showing up to take care of the animals.

These chores helped to develop a sense of empathy and compassion for living beings. I learned about the cycles of birth and death as well as an understanding of the relationship between fragility and resiliency. Feeding orphaned lambs was a joy but so was the sadness when an animal died. I learned problem solving and adaptability.

My parents were profound teachers of the work ethic. Doing chores requires hard work, dedication, and responsibility. These principles enabled me to be successful in my career and underlined how to be an appreciated volunteer in my roles today.

Today I have a regular routine of chores in the morning and evening that take about 10 minutes within the confines of my house—feeding the kitties, cleaning the litter box, and giving out kitty meds. Watering plants is needed one day a week. It is nothing like farm chores but reminds me of my obligations to living beings.

Although I was sometimes resentful of the responsibility of doing chores every day on the farm, I look back with appreciation. Young people gain these skills in a variety of ways regardless of where they live, but I am glad that the farm enabled me to gain confidence in myself and my ability to persist in making a positive difference every day.

PS I will not post a blog next week as I am going on an adventure.

Over twenty years ago I was dining with a new friend. We shared bits of our lives including the activities that we enjoyed doing. She remarked to me, “You certainly are an adventurous person.” Until then I had not thought of myself as adventurous, but it did resonate with my lifestyle.

My sense of adventure involves curiosity, accepting uncertainty, and stepping gingerly out of my comfort zone. I have traveled the world and experienced sights and people that have enlightened me. As I get older, however, I am losing some of that sense of adventure and I am grappling with that recognition.

I continue to be curious about the world. On the other hand, I am feeling more content to experience life through other people’s adventures. I admire friends like Stephanie who is riding her bicycle across the US for the second time and Sandy who is touring around the world solo. I value new undertakings but question whether I must experience them first-hand any longer. Armchair travel has advantages.

Uncertainty has never held me back in the past if I had enough information about something. I have taken calculated risks without hesitation. Trying unusual foods or a new activity has not deterred me. Yet, I am finding that I am less flexible in adapting to change. Although advantages to caution, I may be missing unexpected and thrilling opportunities.

I continue to dream about traveling and especially experiencing the outdoors. I like events that go as planned and recognize that something becomes an adventure when unexpected challenges arise, large or small. For example, a year ago I was snowshoeing with a friend. It was a lovely day until I dropped my favorite water bottle, and it skittered down the hill. As I tried to get it back, I fell numerous times into tree wells and eventually had to crawl back to the trail. A minor escapade, I guess, but it made the walk an adventure.

I do not want to lose my sense of adventure. I want to continue to have an adventurous mindset as I age. I seek to maintain a positive attitude and convince myself that challenges are opportunities for growth and not obstacles. Whether I travel or not, I hope to continue to find excitement and adventure in everyday experiences.

I asked one of the seasonal rangers who was returning to Rocky Mountain National Park if she wanted to get a permanent job in a park. She said she was hoping that someday she would have more material possessions than would fit easily into her car. Furniture was associated with her desire to “settle down.”

I remember graduate student days of beanbag chairs and stereo speakers as my furnishings. I now value the furniture accumulated over the past 50 years.

Furniture is not just a collection of objects. It reflects memories and one’s personality. At this point, I have all the furniture that I want or need. Other than the functionality of a leather couch that my cats will not tear apart, the furniture in my house reflects happiness about growing up on my Iowa farm and the joy that natural wood gives me.

My possessions reflect my emotions. I have the rocking chair that once belonged to my grandmother as well as the one that my mom used when we were babies. My most prized piece of furniture is the cherry secretary (see photo) that I refinished for my mom as a 4-H project when I was 12 years old. It now graces my foyer and was the one item that I wanted to inherit more than anything else from my parents’ home.

I also have pieces of furniture made in Estes Park by a local woodworker. I purchased the first pieces when I still lived in North Carolina. I was looking for a change in my life and I had always loved that rustic look. Through a lucky interaction, I was able to get the furniture made and delivered to my NC home. Having the furniture in my living room and bedroom brought joy for the anticipation of someday living in the mountains. Over time I acquired more of this woodsy design.

My house is a hodge podge of furniture with antiques from my childhood and the log furniture. It suits my eclectic personality and I enjoy its warmth. I know I would not win any awards for interior design, but the coziness wraps me in happiness.

The tundra in Rocky Mountain National Park is a metaphor for strength and endurance. Any day now as the snow melts from Trail Ridge Road, I will get to experience the beloved tundra again. At volunteer training recently, the supervising ranger asked why volunteering on the tundra was so important to each of us. I quickly responded that the fragility AND the resiliency makes this biome enthralling to me.

The tundra, also called “the land above the trees,” is known for its extreme environment and ecological dynamics. Although spring is evident in parts of Rocky Mountain National Park, the tundra will be the last to respond to warmer weather. In addition, the growing season for plants in this high desert area is only 8-10 weeks. The average daytime temperature in July is about 50 degrees F.

The contrast between the fragility of this area and its resilience captivates me. The climate is harsh with extremely low temperatures. The abbreviated growing season results in the ecosystem’s susceptible to disturbances with less time for recovery. Human activities such walking irresponsibly on the area can have lasting impacts. Recovery is a lengthy process.

On the other hand, the tundra is also highly adaptable to harsh conditions. Flora and fauna develop small stature, specialized root systems, and thick fur or feathers for insulation. Permafrost is a stabilizing force preventing erosion and providing a foundation for vegetation. The tundra can recover from disturbances quickly if it is not too severe or frequent.

The mission of the Park Service is to protect public land for future generations. I feel that mandate strongly on the tundra. The increasing pressures of climate change and human activities pose significant challenges to long-term stability and resilience. We can take steps to mitigate negative outcomes through education and awareness.

I love volunteering on the tundra and helping people understand the dimensions of both fragility as well as resilience. The ideas of fragility and resiliency are a metaphor for human lives. People can possess both traits at the same time. Despite times of distress, most of us can be resilient. Just like the tundra, I may be fragile due to some circumstances, but I also possess the ability to overcome those issues through adaptability and recovery over time.

“Is that statement always true?” “How can I fact check?” These are questions I ask myself commonly these days. So much information is available at the tips of our fingers. Evaluating what is “true” is often disputable and requires critical thinking.

As an educator, I championed critical thinking in my students. I challenged them to go beyond any written word to put it together with other information to come to enlightened conclusions. I admonished that the more people read, the more they know. The more known, the more people realize how much you don’t know. This realization is the beginning of critical thinking.

Critical thinking is the ability to objectively analyze and evaluate information and arguments to form judgments and act. Critical thinkers can recognize biases, evaluate assumptions, and consider alternative ideas.

Promoting questioning is not as easy as taking information at initial value. It takes time and energy to evaluate information. It is daunting to sift through different viewpoints and question assumptions.

I frustrated some graduate students because I dared them to put ideas together and consider alternative conclusions. To get an “A” on a paper required them to teach me something that I did not already know. I did not mean to be arrogant in that request, but I wanted them to go beyond regurgitating ideas to putting ideas together. I wanted them to think about alternative perspectives and interpretations.

We live in a climate that is politically divisive. I feel helpless in changing that situation in our country. I do feel, however, that I have a role in keeping myself informed about varying opinions founded in a thoughtful analysis of issues.

Although I no longer work with students, I challenge myself as I do others to reflect on thought processes, biases, and assumptions. This process sets in motion critical thinking. Approaching information with skepticism is necessary along with an open mind.

 I hope in my daily life and my informal interactions with others that I can support learning environments. I strive to foster my own as well as others’ curiosity and truth seeking.

The day was rainy for our first miles walking the Great Glen Way. Our evening accommodation was at a bed and breakfast in Spean Bridge, Scotland. Upon arriving and donning dry clothes, our six traveling companions congregated in one of the rooms to drink tea and chat. Occasional laughter ensued until we got a rap on the wall indicating that our B & B neighbors were not appreciative of our conviviality.

The next morning, we spoke with these neighbors briefly. They were from The Netherlands–Hans and Wonda. They appeared to be determined to do “every meter of the (Great Clen Way) walk.” We, on the other hand, were playing each day by ear and agreed among ourselves that having an enjoyable time walking the 80+ miles was more important than pushing any limits.

The next evening required creative plans for transportation since our overnight lodging was three miles further than we wanted to walk that day. We negotiated with a helpful Citylink bus driver who dropped us within ¼ mile of our housing in a beautiful castle-looking hotel. Another couple was also waiting for the bus. They were from Germany–Martin and Mora. We walked and chatted with our new German acquaintances as we made our way to the accommodations.

In ensuing days, we leapfrogged with both couples on our daily sojourns. They were faster than us but seemed to take more breaks. We were on the same schedule and route for this long-distance hike. They called us the American ladies. Young Martin and Mora marveled at our tenacity with hiking since all of us “ladies” were in our late 60s and 70s.

On the sixth day of our hike, the ten of us happened to be at the high point of the day at the same time. We shared a photo and lively conversation in the foggy mist. We had to imagine the landscape due to the limited visibility.

Our final day was a push to where we ended at Inverness Castle. We saw our friends frequently during those last ten miles. The highlight of the trip for me was seeing the four or them waiting for us and cheering us on as we came up the final rise to the Castle. We made it! After a celebratory brew at a nearby pub, we bid farewell. What started with handshakes ended with long hugs. It was a farewell that cheered our mutual achievement and the respect we gained for one another on this adventure. Rather than good-bye, I hope to have more experiences like this one–“until we meet again.”

One reader of this blog remarked to me recently that my blogs sometimes had a theme of “aging.” I defended that it was not the case. Upon reflection, however, I am more aware of aging and how it impacts my life.

I recently saw the following quote and it humorously portrayed how I am feeling these days: “I don’t feel like I’m getting older. It’s more like my warranty has expired and my parts are wearing out.”

I used to say that I felt like I was 35 rather than my age when in my early 60s. The number moved to 55 in my early 70s. I hope I am not in denial. All of us hear the platitude, “Act your age,” — I don’t know what that means!

I have slowed down a bit and I am trying to accept that reality. I am working to enjoy slowness in my life. Slowness seems less stressful. Slowing down, however, does not mean quitting. I know that I will never run the Boston Marathon as I had hoped years ago. I know I will not be climbing the highest mountain peaks (e.g., Kilimanjaro) that I had once dreamed of doing. Aging and slowing down is the reason. Nevertheless, many accessible mountain trails remain explorable, and I can do those.

I notice lately that strangers treat me a bit differently probably because I do look “older.” The white hair may be a signal that I may need help lifting my carry-on into the upper bin of an airplane, even though I am still quite capable of doing that. I appreciate people offering kindness to me, and I also reserve the right to determine for myself what I can and cannot do.

Ageism is the stereotypes, prejudice and discrimination against others or oneself based on age. I try not to connect ageism with myself and yet that attitude rears itself. I know people in my community in their 80s who are more physically fit than me. On the other hand, I also know people my age who would not reflect my active life.

I am not sure what the message of this blog is other than to highlight thoughts that have been occurring to me. I look forward to a long and healthy life as I age.

PS I am off on a long-distance hiking trip (acting my age?) so will not post for a couple of weeks. George Bernard Shaw reminds me, “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”

I was walking downtown to meet some friends for dinner. People were gathered along the Knoll-Willows Open Space looking at something with spotting scopes and fancy cameras. “What’s going on?” I asked.

A man responded enthusiastically, “There’s a mountain lion resting on the snow just below the knoll.” I couldn’t see anything then but when I looked through his scope, I saw the beautiful animal. Without the scope I could see a tawny lump off in the distance.

At that moment, I saw my first mountain lion in the “wild.” I have seen mountain lions in zoos but never in an unconfined environment. A mountain lion came to the open space not more than 200 yards from my home. It apparently killed a deer and then hung around to devour the deer and rest between meals. Later that evening it left the area.

I love cats. Seeing the mountain lion was thrilling. On the other hand, I was also glad when it moved on as the “urban-wildlife” interface was not the best circumstance for either the lion or town residents.

These large cats have ranges including mountains, forests, and deserts. They have muscular bodies, powerful limbs, and long tails, which help them balance. I have always loved that my cat, Gitch, has similar physical characteristics. Mountain lions are carnivores and primarily prey on deer, although they may also attack elk, bighorn sheep, and small mammals like rabbits. They hunt alone by ambushing their prey.

Mountain lions are not a species of concern for extinction. However, they face threats such as habitat loss, fragmentation, and conflicts with humans. Currently an initiative is being petitioned for the Colorado general election ballot to ban the hunting of mountain lions, bobcats, and lynx in the state. If the petition is successful, Colorado voters may get to determine the future fate of these cats.

I have never seen a mountain lion in the wild during my 50+ years of hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park because these animals generally avoid humans. Attacks on humans are rare. Like many wild animals, however, humans can encroach and threaten their territories and they will retaliate to protect themselves and their young.

I feel privileged to have seen this cat. I worry, however, about what the future may hold for these predators as well as the wolves in our state. In the meantime, I will enjoy the knowledge that these big cats are part of my ecosystem.

I always wanted to be in a book club. I rationalized, however, that I read enough for my job. I read an occasional novel, or a book related to pop psychology or something that had implications for my work on social justice. Usually I did not discuss these with anyone. Since retiring, I have had time to read “just for fun.”

About a year ago, an opportunity occurred. I learned that our local library sponsored a group of women called “Book Broads.” I didn’t know anyone in the group but thought it could be interesting.

When I perused the readings from their past three years, I saw a few books that I had read. I am not a fan of science fiction or fantasy, but do like historical fiction and increasingly, young adult novels.

When I read a book, I imagine what the characters are like. I note lines that inspire me. I like the way words are used. When I go to the monthly club meetings, I expand my mind regarding other’s impressions that I had never considered.

The Book Broads randomly draw a person’s name each month. That person gets to suggest three possibilities for reading in a future month. The members vote. My name was drawn at the second meeting I attended, and I begged a skip as I did not know if what I liked might resonate with the others. A couple of months later, my name came up again and I made suggestions based on nature themes. The book chosen provided enthusiastic discussion about trees, wars, generational trauma, and cultural conflicts.

I enjoy the book club. I meet new people and have especially appreciated the diversity of ages in the group. It is refreshing to interact with 30something folks as well as baby boomers.

Engaging in these discussions expands my perspectives. Sometimes I listen to others and find my understanding of the book deepened way beyond my initial interpretations. In addition, although I have not enjoyed some books as much as others, reading new genres moves me out of my comfort zone. Members of the group are respectful of diverse opinions through our social engagement.

I am grateful to be a member of this book club. I look forward to each month and the opportunity to discuss literature, bond with new friends, and expand my intellectual development.

I was a stranger 10 days earlier. During the festivities marking the end of Ramadan, however, I was treated as a dear family member. This occasion happened 50 years and its memory is extraordinary for me. To celebrate, I am observing the holy month of Ramadan in a personal way.

Ramadan is the ninth month of the Islamic lunar calendar and is a time of fasting, prayer, reflection, and community for Muslims worldwide. I am not a Muslim but have known many Muslims through personal and professional connections over the years.

I first learned of Ramadan (called Ramazan in Türkiye) when I spent six months on an international exchange program in Türkiye. I participated in the experience with two host families. During Ramadan, Muslims fast from dawn until sunset and abstain from food, drink, smoking, and marital relations during the daylight hours. At sunset, a large meal shared with family and friends breaks the daily fast.

In addition to fasting, Muslims increase their prayers and engage in acts of charity and kindness throughout the month. In some ways the traditions are like what Christians, especially Catholics, might experience during Lent. Ramadan concludes with the festive day of Eid al-Fitr marked by prayers, feasting, and the giving of gifts. It is a time of joy and gratitude.

During the latter days of the month of Ramazan in Türkiye, I was staying with an extremely poor farm family in Samsun, close to the Black Sea. I was supposed to move to another family right before the end of Ramazan and my host family asked if I could stay for the Eid al-Fitr. I loved the joy of that celebration and the variety of food that came in endless amounts.

I am not fasting from sunrise to sunset, but I am keeping Ramadan by not eating sugar or drinking alcohol or sweet drinks during the daytime. I decided to undertake this gesture to remind myself of the specialness of my Muslim friends.

Ramadan will end this year on April 8. I will celebrate it quietly as I remember my time in Türkiye and the Muslim friends that I have known. I will also remember how the tenets of Islam and my Christianity are similar in the focus on gratitude, generosity, love, and kindness.