Friday, July 19, 2024

Weini's Journey to Paris

A week from today, the Paris Olympics will kick off.

The journey to get there for each of the thousands of athletes is incredible. Years of sacrifice and training to be the best. A chance to represent their country on the world’s largest stage.

This morning, I want to share with you an interview I did with an Olympian that has an incredible story.

Her name is Weini Kelati, and she recently won the 10,000 meter race in Eugene, OR at the U.S. Olympic Trials. She was also a standout and NCAA Champion for the Lobos.

I wrote about her journey three years ago, as she frantically worked through the U.S. citizenship process in the week of the 2021 U.S. Olympic Trials. Imagine trying to juggle the demands of preparing to race against the best in the country while not knowing in the days before the competition if you would be allowed to compete. Here is the 2021 blog on that moment for Weini: https://writingtoheal1.blogspot.com/2021/07/weinis-race.html

Excerpts from our conversation, with Weini in Switzerland training with her Under Armour team and me sitting at Flying Star trying not to annoy those seated in the tables next to me.

 

Weini after passing into 1st place with 50 meters to go

Anthony: First of all, a big congratulations. You are heading to the Olympics and you are the U.S. Champion. How does it feel?

Weini: It took me so long to cross the line. It has been a 10-year journey.

A: Can you remind us a bit about the journey you have taken to get here.

W: It was ten years ago, on this same track in Eugene. I was here for a youth world championships when I made the difficult decision to defect to the United States. It was hard, telling my family back in Eritrea that I wasn’t coming home. Then, in 2021 the unknown here in Eugene during the Olympic Trials. We didn’t know if I would be allowed to compete. I was finally cleared to run, and the race temperature was extremely hot. I dropped out before finishing, as did many others. And then the following year in Eugene, at the U.S. Championships, I was 4th in the 10,000m, just missing the chance to go to the World Championships. (Top 3 from the U.S.A. in a given event go to Olympics/Worlds, with World Championships being run in non-Olympic years.)

A: That really puts into perspective what you said about it taking so long to cross the line. Weini, take us to the race itself. What were you thinking at the starting line?

W: I was saying to myself, “I am prepared for this. Stay focused. Stay patient.”

A: With one lap to go, you had moved into a pack of three that was in the lead. What were you thinking at this point in the race?

W: I wondered, “Should I go? Should I make my move now?” With about 200 to go, I made my move. I tried and pushed to the lead. But it didn’t work and they passed me, and so I tried again.

A: That was quite remarkable. Usually when someone makes a move to the lead in the last 200 and then gets passed, you don’t see them recover and win the race. In fact, the announcers said just that, and seemed to have given up on you having a chance to win.

W: I guess it’s a good thing I couldn’t hear the announcers! Yes, I just felt I had to give it another push and I knew I could win it.

A: Weini, as we close, what would you like to say the people of New Mexico as you head to Paris?

W: I want to say thank you. I am here because of you guys. It motivates me to do more work, when I see the support from my Lobo family. It makes me proud to be a Lobo and I hope to make you smile big when you see me racing for the USA in Paris.

So, my friends, you now have someone to cheer for on August 9th when the women’s 10,000 meter race takes place in Paris. 

Let’s go, Weini!!

Watch the U.S. Olympic Trials 10,000m finish for yourself!

Thursday, July 11, 2024

Breaking News: Hammock Adventures @ UNM

The hammock was transported by bike to campus, stuffed into the water bottle holder space on the bike to avoid suspicion.

In fact, it was smuggled in, right by the “fun police” who are hired to make sure that only work items make it onto campus.

With deft, we had dismantled the “fun detectors” that we walk through to get to our cubicles.

This, ladies and gentleman is how a hammock came to be on campus earlier this week.

Distracting people with an email about new cybersecurity threats and the latest COVID numbers, we tiptoed like veteran ballerinas to two trees that had agreed to take part in our plot.

The hammock was hung.

It was tested to make sure that fun would not turn into disaster. It passed the test.

Then, out of nowhere, our Executive Vice President, Dr. Ziedonis, came sauntering by. It seemed he was having fun, but we know that sometimes leaders are allowed to break the rules. So we didn’t say anything.

Until he yawned.

That’s when we offered the hammock.

“Not for fun, sir. No we would never think of bringing fun to campus. Just a place where you might rest for a moment so that the serious work of the day can be even more productive than ever. By the way, have you heard about the new COVID numbers? Will classes return to virtual next week?”

He took the bait.

We got him set up. The hammock had never seen such a well-dressed person in its loving grasp.

We winked at the hammock. “Remember, disguise the fun, alright? Our jobs are on the line.”

Heading to work today.

Hoping pink slip isn’t awaiting me.

And if you would please not show this blog to the “fun police”, we would be most appreciative.

 

In health,

WORK (We Only bring Real serious stuff to Kampus) Committee of UNM Health Sciences Campus


p.s. Those are definitely not smiles on our faces in the picture. 

Wednesday, July 3, 2024

July 4th - Patriotism Revisited

When I fly the American flag this July 4th,

I am celebrating family and community.

I am excited once again for parades that may (again!) underwhelm and disappoint.

I am ready to see pyrotechnicians light up the sky, uniting us all under their glow.

 

When I fly the American flag this July 4th,

I am acknowledging the violence this flag represents to those who were on this land before, to those who were brought against their will to this land, and to the many people today, within and beyond our borders, on whom we inflict violence.

 

When I fly the American flag this July 4th,

I am doing so with hope that we become a nation where all colors of skin, gender identities, and backgrounds are loved by society and the laws for who they are. That we protect, not attack, people for who they are.

 

When I fly the American flag this July 4th,

I am committing myself to use my privilege, position, energy and voice to advocate for the forgotten in our society, working to live out and up to our lofty ideals of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for everyone.

 

When I fly the American flag this July 4th,

I am hopeful that we find moral and spiritual foundation to distribute all that we have – wealth, knowledge, technology, etc. – more equitably.

 

When I fly the American flag this July 4th,

I am celebrating interdependence, not independence. In this, I choose to focus on the beautiful, interconnected web of all life and on my part in sustaining this web for the humans and other life forms that depend on me to do so. (Lots of great articles on Interdependence and 4th of July, and here is a short one to share.)

 

And so, I ask you, dear readers, to find your own answers and reasons. 

When you think of July 4th, what are you celebrating? 

What are you hopeful for? 

What are you committing to?

 


p.s. Leave the pyrotechnics to the experts. Fingers are good things to keep.

Thursday, June 27, 2024

What Healing Looks Like

Thank you again to the wonderful people who contributed to today's collective piece - exploring what healing looks like.


To me healing looks like...

the smile of a child

neighbors talking to each other outside their houses

 

water cupped in my hand

nature

the end of a hurricane, when the clouds have subsided and the trees and plants take a big sigh of relief

laying a solid foundation for future generations

a block party, a healthy forest, souls connecting

a sincere smile of happiness

walking in the imperfections and gracefully being

Ubuntu – I am because you are. I see you

a steady ocean, smooth and calming

the eastern glow that precedes the sunrise

the warm embrace of relatives at a long overdue family reunion

smiles, eye contact and openness

recognizing our living ancestors on this plane of existence

the rays of sunlight bursting off my skin after emerging from a cold plunge into the roaring river

taking time to be with me in a loving, gentle and nurturing way

the pain Jesus endured for me

trees all over the city green with the leaves of spring

the sold-out crowd watching NM United scoring a go-ahead goal in the 87th minute

an ever-winding uphill climb

the first flowers in the fresh spring

a grove of healthy aspen trees, arms around each other in a circle, leaves whispering

“I LOVE YOU!”

Thanks to my cousin Carl for this pic from a morning run in Daytona Beach, FL.


Thursday, June 20, 2024

The Feel of Healing

Writing on the day of the Solstice, on the week of Juneteenth, in the month of Pride. 

A sacred moment!

Another collective piece today. Thank you for sharing! Enjoy!


To me, healing feels like...

 

slipping on Corduroy pants some cold winter morning 

being able to fly

 

dancing on a Saturday night

 

a gentle touch, a soft blanket, a smooth raw stone

peace

the Creator has touched you with His greatest blessings and forgiveness

 

my first cup of water upon awakening

 

being the first to touch the surface on a brand new jar of salve

 

a warm blanket of humidity embracing you with unconditional love, support, and encouragement

a hug from a grandmother, a sore body after a fulfilling workout

a tight hug from a loved one

the cascade washing away my heart troubles

a soft blanket, as it covers me warmly and protectively

standing in the Great Plain fields of South Dakota among the endless fields of cheatgrass, watching them sway back and forth without a care in the world, as the noonday breeze blows

warmth and comfort

 

warm hands, soft and familiar, gently  kneading  massage oil over the neglected recesses  of my  outstretched back

 

calm, soft, centered embodiment 

my cat curled up on my lap

fine sandpaper on ancient Purple Heart juniper, smoothing out rough edges

a weight being lifted and finally being able to stand

the January northern NM sun on your face, back against a warm adobe wall

“I BELIEVE in YOU!”









Thursday, June 13, 2024

Sounds of Healing

Today is the 150th blog in this 4+ year journey with all of you. And it might have been the most fun to write, even though I did none of the writing. Thank you to all of the amazing people who contributed to this piece. 

Sounds of Healing reflects the beauty of you all, the radiance of community, the showering of love that comes from hearts aligned.


To me, healing sounds like...

birds singing

children laughing while playing

angels singing

dancing on a Saturday night

harmonic tinkling from metaphysical wind chimes ringing through the ether

laughter

the crowd at a football game when the home team scores a touchdown

a deep sigh of relief

the gentle morning song of the birds

windchimes on a sunny day

gurgling hot springs

the ocean

a family BBQ

deep breaths to remain calm

the gentle, assertive “No” – “No” is the protective auntie standing 10 toes in her moccasins, fierce in her shields of turquoise

Nambe Falls during the snow run offs

music as it ebbs and flows naturally in harmony with others

the first water running after the cleaning of the acequia

family and friends chatting happily into the night

watching the luminating lights from below and the beautiful headlamps of my fellow trail runners, taking in the silence and stillness under the twinkling starry night

a mountain creek after a good snow year

my heart beat. Drum on, drum on

the old troubadour, singing his favorite classic, with  all of us in the room singing along

"It's okay to feel that way"

It’s not your fault”

“I FORGIVE YOU!”




Friday, June 7, 2024

Transition



 


Turning from all that was

Resisting urge to worry about what will be

Allowing the wave of the present to wash over

Nearing a place of stillness

Suddenly

It is here

Transition transforms shape + space

Inviting

Our whole selves, holy + healing

Nascent wholeness + hope apparent



Now it is your turn - create your own Transition piece today, using the format above. Feel free to post it as comment on the blog.