A number of years ago I was chaperoning a group of teenagers on a cycling trip through the Swiss Alps. The route was beyond my skill and physical fitness level. And, it didn’t help that I was also recovering from the flu. As a chaperone, I was expected to pull up the rear, which meant that I—the weakest cyclist—had to stay in back in case any of the students needed assistance. This also meant that as my legs grew increasingly fatigued and felt more like pudding than the chiseled-muscle-machine they needed to be, the distance between the nearest student and my puttering bike continued to grow like a deep chasm.
Since we were riding through military land, only bicycles and official vehicles were allowed on this desolate stretch of road. And since it was Sunday, I had yet to even see a vehicle. But, as I begged for assistance, I kept envisioning someone coming to my rescue.
|The only flat stretch of road during the entire trip|
So, on top of the raging anguish I was already feeling, my childhood disappointment about missing out on things because I was too timid to speak up was reactivated, further adding to my ragged state.
The Universe decided, however, to provide me with one more opportunity.
Another Jeep came along. As I hemmed and hawed about whether or not to ask for assistance, I missed my window and it passed me by. Yet, my prayers were still answered. Just as I was getting up the courage to throw my bike in a ditch and run after the Jeep, it pulled over. Before I knew it, one of the Swiss Army men grabbed by bike and tossed it in the back of the Jeep and told me to hop in. As though they sensed my reticence, they didn’t ask, they just acted. We drove up the road, climbing higher and higher. Eventually we passed the students and the other chaperone. I leaned out the back of the Jeep and waved as they stared at me, mouths agape.
When we reached the crest of the mountain, I bid farewell to the men, and then proceeded to take a nap in an Alpine Meadow while I waited for the others.
|I'm on the far left with the red helmet|
What in your life do you do because you know it works or know it to be true? What do you do on faith? Do you find yourself holding back rather than speaking your truth? If the Universe were to intervene in your life at this very moment, what challenges would it help you overcome? What would you learn about yourself?
Triumph Trail Mix
As I’ve been reflecting on my adventure in the Swiss Alps, I’ve been thinking about what would’ve helped me up that mountain. Not only was it physically challenging, but also it was emotionally challenging. The more distanced I became from the rest of the group, the lower my spirits. Climbing mountains—whether real or metaphorical—can be as much about working through interior limitations as it is about exterior ones.
So, I thought, What if I’d had a bag of trail mix in my pocket that gave me physical nourishment, but also contained special messages that would uplift and encourage me? Thus, Triumph Trail Mix was born!
1 cup each, raw cashews, almonds, and hazelnuts
2 Tbsp. coconut oil
1 cup roasted peanuts
1 cup dried pitted cherries, such as tart Montmorency
¾ cup roasted coconut chips
5 words or phrases of encouragement, written on small strips of paper
5 of your attributes or qualities, written on small strips of paper
Preheat oven to 200ºF.
If your coconut oil is solid, warm it in a small pan over low heat until liquid. Combine the cashews, almonds, and hazelnuts in a large bowl. Toss the nuts with the coconut oil and a dash of salt until evenly coated. Distribute the nuts in a single layer on a rimmed baking sheet. Bake for 3 hours. Remove from the oven and allow the nuts to cool until they’re crisp. When they’re cool, toss with the peanuts, cherries, and coconut chips. Mix in the words of encouragement.
With every handful of Triumph Trail Mix, you’ll feel increasingly uplifted. (Just don’t eat the paper!)