tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137246730421866659.post4811698870837167735..comments2023-10-09T06:54:04.099-06:00Comments on Past Times and Present Tensions: War in an age of innocence: 9John Hooker FSAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10001080340384925879noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137246730421866659.post-47596781554499485762016-04-28T13:29:49.036-06:002016-04-28T13:29:49.036-06:00Good assessment of Kiri's development. My writ...Good assessment of Kiri's development. My writing? your perception? Bit of both? "Blink" moment is apt!<br /><br />There's nothing at all that I can say about the situation with Kala without giving something away, You'll just have to wait and see!John Hooker FSAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10001080340384925879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137246730421866659.post-79015840165123252322016-04-28T12:47:15.339-06:002016-04-28T12:47:15.339-06:00In this chapter there three things that stood out ...In this chapter there three things that stood out for me. The first being the development of Kiri's character in trusting his ability to work through his fears of the unknown. The second bring his ability to have a "Blink" moment to use his unconscious to solve a problem. Lastly, his recognition that one has to take responsibility for ones mistakes and to try to correct them. All three of these things are part of ones inner growth. <br />Where will Kiri find Kala? Will she forgive him?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04082443939450899955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3137246730421866659.post-79775813970616555712016-04-28T06:09:27.285-06:002016-04-28T06:09:27.285-06:00Part of this chapter was inspired by a camping tri...Part of this chapter was inspired by a camping trip, when I was young, to Cougar Canyon just east of Canmore, Alberta and opposite The Three Sisters mountains. I went with two friends. One of my friend's mother dropped us off on the highway near the canyon, and was going to pick us up again 24 hours later. We had no tent and had planned to build a shelter.<br /><br />As soon as she had left, it started to rain and the rain continued for 24 hours. Fortunately, we had thought to bring a large plastic tarp with us just in case. We built a circular wall of stones, with a door opening; a fireplace and a chimney, filling the cracks with moss. We cut saplings for a roof support, placed moss over that and had a central post so that when the tarp was secured over it, no water would pool.<br /><br />As everything was so wet, we used a hatchet to cut into the centre of a rotting tree trunk to find dry wood to start the fire. Coming out the next day was difficult: the creek (which we had to cross several times) was in flood and we strung ourselves together with rope so that no one would be swept away. We noticed that there was now a small waterfall at one place where we had though about building a shelter. I still had one arm in a plaster cast after a riding accident about a month earlier and the rain had damaged that. We were miserable as we slowly made our way to the canyon entrance. I kept thinking that each of the last few bends in the canyon would be the last one as they all looked alike.<br /><br />Near the highway, the creek was usually dry as the water went underground. This time the flood water was carrying small stones downstream with it. Finally we made it back and my friends mother was there waiting. As we approached the car, the rain finally stopped. Years later, during the Alberta floods, that same creek washed out that part of the highway. John Hooker FSAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10001080340384925879noreply@blogger.com