Today is another squeeze-one-in day. I’m busy with work all day and running a webinar tonight. You might be saying to yourself “Well, take a break then. Have a day off from your adventures.” But it doesn’t work like that for me.
Even when my day is so full that I can hardly breath, it’s the adventure that gives me the gulp of air I need. Even when I don’t feel like doing an adventure (and there have been a few days like that over the past year, the kind of days where life has been a little tougher than I’d expected), I still do it. You know why? It’s because I’ve learned that I feel more alive, more present, more resourceful and more grounded as a result of leaping into an adventure – even if the adventure is only for a couple of minutes.
So for today’s adventure, I catching my breath in a Hindi language-learning adventure. On today’s video, you can hear me say “Hello! My name’s Jane. Pleased to meet you.”
One of the key ideas underpinning my 365 Days of Adventure project is that adventure can be found everywhere if we look for it . We don’t have to go to foreign places or do “way out things” to feel the sense of aliveness that adventure can bring.
When we come to the realisation that adventure can be found in the everyday routine of life, when we are open to experiencing so-called routine with the mindset of an adventurer, then we are conditioning a constant connection to the pulse of our own aliveness.
Today I’m having grilled mackerel for lunch. I’m a huge mackerel fan and eat it at least once a week. It’s routine for me. And yet today will be an adventure for me because I’m going to gut a fish for the very first time.
I’m writing this before I gut the mackerel because even thinking about preparing the fish in this way has made me feel very differently about my food. I somehow feel more connected to the creature that has given its life for me. I’m not sure how this is going to go.
(I’ve posted a picture of my lunch underneath the video 🙂 )
I found this adventure to be a very earthing experience.
I felt great gratitude as I ate my food today. I thought of the fish and of the sea. I thought of my place within the system of all living organisms. I felt connected.
I’m changing my mind about something. I’m not quite sure about what yet. I’ll keep you posted.
Have you ever watched a cooking programme where the chef says something along the lines of “and here’s something you can rustle up from your own store cupboard” ?
Then they open their store cupboard and it just happens to be sufficiently equipped to build a self-fuelling fighter jet from scratch and feed its pilot for 3 months. And then you think “yeah, right”.
Inspired by the Store Cupboard Theory, today’s adventure sought to answer the question “what, if anything, can I rustle up from my own store cupboard?” I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had all the ingredients to make my own flouride-free toothpaste!
So, here’s me demonstrating how to make it 🙂 (I’ve posted a photo below the video too which may impress you completely.)
As you can see , the mixture did ripen into perfect toothpaste consistency eventually! Whilst the maturing process has in no way improved its flavour, I may make some more on the basis that it seems to numb your taste buds for hours (which may come in handy should I be force-fed Brussels sprouts 😛 ). I am also thinking “fighter jet fuel”.
For Christmas I received a fabulous gift : The Horologicon by Mark Forsyth. The Horologicon is a quirky, entertaining and witty book about extraordinary, obscure and obsolete words.
I’m using the book as a basis for today’s adventure (and there is plenty of scope for future adventures too!). Today I am going to resurrect “fudgel”, an eighteenth century word which deserves a twenty-first century revival.
By the way, if you haven’t learned to fudgel yet, you really ought to. In today’s video, I show you how it’s done. It turns out that I’ve got quite a talent for it.
I have to admit that I got into a bit of a panic today due to a fair degree of misplaced confidence regarding my chances of long-term survival (see previous brassica-related adventures 🙂 ) . The awful realisation dawned on me that my communication arsenal was lacking the one tool that could save me in the toughest of conditions : morse code!
Thanks to Wikepedia, I have learned that, compared to voice-based communication, morse code is less sensitive to poor signal conditions. In other words, I’ll be able to get my message across loud and clear. I feel so upbeat about my increased chances of survival that I’m already humming that Gloria Gaynor classic 🙂
As part of my research, I learned that morse code was last used as an international standard for maritime distress in 1999. The French Navy stopped using morse code on the 31st January 1997. I found their final message very powerful : “Calling all. This is our last cry before eternal silence.”
If I ever get defeated by the sinister sprout, I’ll have the French Navy’s message transmitted in morse code at my post-life celebration.
Here goes …. (Just to let you know, I’m speaking in the dark for the first 20 seconds. The transmission starts at around the 20 second mark. Unfortunately, the light doesn’t appear to be that bright on the video but I think you’ll get the message 🙂 )
Should you also be interested in longevity , you can learn how to communicate in morse code here!
Today, I bought my very first copy of the Angler’s Mail (they don’t call me Intrepid Jane for nothing). I was curious to find out if I could learn three fascinating things about angling by reading this magazine.
Here’s what I discovered (hold on to your hats, by the way. This is pretty mind-blowing stuff. No. Really. It is.) ~