I'm Not Fearless

The Fearless campaigns have never really set well with me. I appreciate the angle. I applaud the spirit behind them. It's just not me.

Only twice do I remember fear freezing me where I could hardly breathe. Once, as a child waking up from a nightmare thinking a tiger was walking around my bed, I froze and held my breath so long I almost passed out. When our son entered high school, a tumor was discovered in his wrist. That was the second time fear would daily and randomly grip my lungs. The physician said until confirmation could be determined via tests, the tumor reminded him of osteosarcoma - the bad boy of bone cancers. 

A healthy fear is a built-in, God-given design to keep you safe. Spiders and lightning make me sweat. Therefore, I kill spiders unless they are the size of a chihuahua. Too many encounters with lightning keep me inside and away from windows and running water during a storm.

When the presence of fear prickles the back of my neck, I do stupid things like jumping between people attempting to control the atmosphere. And, grabbing the shirt of someone walking away with the stroller my toddler son is sitting in, which turned out to be a joke. They just don't know how close they were to being clobbered. Unintentionally, I put myself into sink-or-swim situations and hope for the best without a backup plan. God's angels must certainly work overtime protecting this special case known as "Sam." 

See, it's not that I'm fearless, I'm just full of courage. Perhaps, it's more of the blind courage of "if no one else will, I will." The benefits of not living with debilitating fear is an exciting life of items being checked off the bucket list. Albeit spontaneous impulses, I have chased the first snowfall of the season into the Smoky Mountains by myself, signed up for a half marathon with my hubby and gone scuba diving with my son. I want others to experience the exhilaration of a moment of courage, too!

Living out a courageous, find-a-need-and-meet-it life may have roots in one fear I wrestle with: Being obsolete. Now, in my early 50's, it would be too easy to sit back and let someone else fill the gap. I cannot. Or, when overlooked for a position due to my age, resign myself to a sad, sedentary, lack-of-ministry lifestyle. I will not. As long as there is breath in my lungs, I will continue to summon courage to try something new or develop a dormant passion and invite someone to go with me or accept the invitation! A life of courage just seems sweeter when shared.

Here's your challenge: Find something and be full of COURAGE!

My Day at Apple

Too slowly do I catch-on my hostess, Shirley, has set a course toward 1 Infinite Loop. Apple. Once realized I exclaim that I will be the envy of many at my church who are the Apple Loyal.

While waiting in the lobby of Building 6 for our personal tour guide (Pam a 14-year director who is making a difference in the recycling initiative for repurposing old products) the faint fragrance of Macintosh Apples wafting catches my attention. How clever! It seems the ventilation system of each building is infused with the scent. We sign in on the new computer which prints out my name badge permitting entry. I swallow down a shriek of delight. 

It's Monday New Hire Day with a line of hopefuls filing into the atrium of climate-change-variable trees where sets a diorama of the planned "Mothership" to land just down the road in Cupertino. I'm not embarrassed to snap a sacred photo with my outdated iPhone 4.

We walk through guarded double-glass portals to the center garden,hub to all six buildings on the campus of Infinite Loop. Long blades of drought-tolerant grass serve as seating to many idealistic young brains chomping on lunch and surely talking in whatever code idealistic, young brains converse. 

A soulful foodie, my heart leaps with joy over what greets me in the cafeteria, nay, nourishment center of this techie universe! Food stations with enough variety to feed Olympians. I opt for the Mediterranean Whole Bowl from the power foods bar with Baby Spinach, Roasted Chickpeas, Cashew Tzatziki, Toms & Cucs, Almond Hummus and Quinoa! Texture and flavor and happiness!

We settle for a small table shaded from the lovely California sun. Conversation is of answered prayers and of dreams coming to fruition by patience, sweat and hard work. 

Our final stop is to The Company Store. I purchase a couple of branded items side-by-side with Japanese high school students and other fellow loyals.

A couple of quick photos and a hug, later, we retrace our steps through scented facilities and back to the car.

...with my complimentary, crisp apple from lunch!

Book Review: True Sisters

True Sisters
by Sandra Dallas
Mt. Martin's Press, 2012



Although not a Mormon (a.k.a. Latter Day Saints), I do appreciate the pioneering spirit of going west, no matter the religious or not-so religious preference, which helped to shape our nation. Land of the Free.

Most LDS emigrants (yes, with an "e") chose to push and pull handcarts over 1300 miles of prairie, sand, mountains and snow to reach their promised land. Families walked ...some right out of the soles of their shoes... to claim their freedom of religion and a new start.

The reader follows the lives, joys, losses and emotions of four women making the journey as strangers, but through daily joys and losses, they become sisters of faith.

Sandra Dallas is one of my favorite authors of historical fiction. She does thorough research and crafts a beautiful story. As always, I enjoy her books.

My Reverse Bucket List

First birthday!

At the Big Five-O, one starts to be reflective.

I was the firstborn to Mary Alice and Samuel St. Clair Keenan and named Samalee Rose after my father and a grandmother and, possibly an aunt. I'm fairly positive I would have been a "Jr." had I been a boy. Born on June 28, 1964, at 8:08am weighing 8 lbs, 8 oz and was 18" long (all stretched out) my mom said I resembled a shoebox. The good people of Ferriday, Louisiana, in Concordia Parish (there are no counties in my home state) never knew what energy had been released on that day!

My first 50 years have been jam-packed with travel and culture and with the brilliance of laughter and the dull ache of mournful sobs. I say, there is no better way to experience every ounce of life squeezed into a cup and enjoyed than with those dearest to your heart. My husband says my life's motto should be "Let's Go!" YES, HE TRULY GETS ME! If the past is a prediction of the future, I believe the next 50 will be just as full as the previous! So, with that I have tried to encapsulate 50 years with 50 bullet points in a listing of have-dones, instead of to-dos! With the glorious exception of 1-4, there is no order of importance.

MY REVERSE BUCKET LIST...at half-a-century old!

1. God answered a young girl’s request for her future hubby to have green eyes when I married Terry Gene Allen on August 23, 1985.
2. Although considered a “high risk pregnancy,” I gave birth to Jonathan Dane Allen, the joy of my heart, on February 20, 1991. I danced with my son on his wedding day, September 14, 2013.
3. With my hubby, we raised a son who loves God, still loves us, adores his wife, Emily Marie, and is in the ministry!
4. While at a kids camp in Woodworth, Louisiana, I asked Jesus to forgive my sins and be my Savior in 1974!
5. As an elementary student, I lived in Edinburgh, Scotland.
6. As an adult, I traveled to Denmark with a caffeinated team of students and adults.
7. Marveled at the famed White Cliffs of Dover from a ferry in England.
8. Walked the pristine streets and footbridges in Holland.
9. Zip-Lined and Cave Tubed in the rainforest of Belize on Thanksgiving Day.
10. Sleighed in a horse-drawn wagon to celebrate Christmas Day with family and strangers at a barn in Montana dining on Rocky Mountain Oysters and huckleberry coffee.
11. Celebrated New Year’s in La Paz, Bolivia. Elevation: <12,000 ft. sipping warm goat milk and cheese cracker rolls.
12. Learned to snow ski in Aspen and water ski on D’Arbonne.
13. Learned to scuba dive with my son in Cozumel.
14. Ice Skated in Rockefeller Plaza, NYC.
15. Climbed ALL, repeat.. ALL the steps from the base to the crown in the Statue of Liberty.
16. Experienced the grandeur of the Grand Canyon’s rim while riding a horse.
17. Kissed my hubby at sunset on the Ganges River in Calcutta, India, while floating on a small wooden vessel.
18. Like it was secret nobody else knew, I encouraged my son to listen for the sizzling of the sun setting into the ocean while cruising in the middle of the ocean.
19. Have lived in Arizona, Colorado, Georgia, Louisiana, Michigan, Minnesota, Oklahoma and Tennessee. Have been to 40 of our nation’s 50 states and Washington D.C.! Only 10 more to go!
20. Loaded my Mother, Mother-in-Law and Sister-in-Law into a car for a fast road trip to the Wild West where we rode horses up a mountain, saw snow in summer and stayed in a historic hotel!
21. Rafted part of the Colorado River, twice.
22. Rafted part of the Rio Grande River in New Mexico, with my 70 year old momma!
23. Camped and hiked in the Great Smokey Mountains, in the Cumberland Mountains and in the Rocky Mountains (where we had a snowball fight in August)!
24. In Colorado, made my son’s dream of climbing a mountain come true. After reaching the top and standing in a field of flowers, it began to sleet and snow in the summer!
25. Peddled a bike 16 miles (with my hubby and 7 year old son) next to the Colorado River in Glenwood Canyon and climbed to Hanging Lake midway during the ride wearing flat, cute shoes. My feet paid the price of me looking cute, that day.
26. Hiked “The M” above Missoula, Montana, with dear friends.
27. Wept like a child on the shoulder of a friend standing on the side of a mountain in Glacier International Peace Park on the one-month anniversary of my hubby surviving a heart attack.
28. Visited Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming where buffalo came close to our car and, later, witnessed a Grizzly with her two cubs on a green knoll.
29. Peered through a Park Ranger’s binoculars at a Black Bear with her three cubs napping up in the green canopy of a tree in Cade’s Cove, Tennessee.
30. Got dangerously (and stupidly) close to a hungry, young Black Bear looking for a pic-a-nic basket in that same cove.
31. Went spelunking in Salt Petre Cave in Grassy Cove, Tennessee, for eight hours with 45 students and staffers. Would do it, again!
32. Repelled the 160’ drop beside the beautiful Ozone Falls near Crab Orchard, Tennessee.
33. Youth Pastored with hubby from 1983 until 2000 in 5 churches and 3 states reaching students for Christ and raising bucks for missions! Best Job!
34. Senior Pastored with hubby for a blazing 10 months in Lebanon, TN, prior to…
35. …Terry and I accepting the appointment as District Youth Directors for the Tennessee Assemblies of God for the next 11+ years! Next best job!
36. Taught many students to play piano, to sing, to lead worship and to lead a worship team. Later, watched some of those students teach others.
37. Almost a portion of every summer of my life has been spent in “Neverland” (a.k.a. kids or youth camp).
38. Have partnered with Terry in working together in ministry 3 years longer than we’ve been married!
39. Dates aren’t really sacred cows with us and we’ve spent 28 wedding anniversaries, somewhere and not always on the actual date, together at “Neverland,” with “The Lion King” on Broadway, on the “Vineyard,” and yelling “Boomer Sooner” at an Oklahoma football game.
40. Skipped church on a Sunday morning in December to attend a Tennessee Titans football game...on the 50 yard line...while it snowed...with a Native American Indian and my hubby…for free! Oddly enough, it was already on my To-Do Bucket List.
41. I set a new year’s goal and actually accomplished it! <and the crowd goes wild!>
42. Slowly ran a 10K and crossed the finish line hand-in-hand with my hubby!
43. Caught over 30 trout in one day and ate 1 grilled over hot coals for lunch.
44. The actor, Tom Hanks, asked me for BBQ chicken on the set of Castaway in Memphis.
45. Ate haggis. Ate the top taste-bud layer of cow tongue. Ate octopus. Ate lobster. Ate crawfish. Ate rattlesnake. Ate shark.
46. Reduced cholesterol almost 100 points by a miracle of God!
47. At age 13, recorded an album with a singing group! I sounded like a chipmunk.
48. At age 27, sang on the stage of the Grand Old Opry in Nashville with the first TN Assemblies of God State Youth Choir. Technically, my son has been on that stage, too. I was pregnant!
49. Started a fruit butter business, Samalee’s Butters, but was too busy in ministry to keep it going. Pumpkin, Apple, Strawberry, Orchard and Banana Nut tasted wonderful! However, Apricot and Pear were exquisite and Plum tasted like Christmas in a jar!
50. From January to my 50^th birthday (TODAY) in 2014, I have run 205 miles and will run many more "miles to go before I sleep."

CHEERS to the next 50 with family & friends! Happy Birthday to Me!

Smiling at 50: The Language

(My PR / PB as of 03.15.14)

When one embarks on a journey into foreign territory, she must learn (at least some of) the language. 

The running world has a vocabulary unto itself even with regional dialects. But, if one should find herself a little lost and humbly admits she needs direction, there's most always a friendly native to provide guidance. 

I've learned "PR" means Personal Record; however, I was informed by an online running friend, in Europe the term is "PB" for Personal Best. "Tempo Run" has many translations depending on who you ask. Treadmill is occasionally abbreviated to "TM," but almost always referred to as the "dreadmill." Shoes don't drop, they may or may not have a "drop." And, while I'm training for a 10K (6.2 USA miles) in 25 days, I have aspirations for an "HM" in the fall. 

(Discovery)

The more I venture out on my own or with my hubby to discover new routes, the more I hope for new and future destinations to snap a quick pic and mentally add to my list of adventures to check-off before they have had a chance to be added! Doesn't really make sense unless you're there.

Hanging out with the citizens of this new land, I am learning what the locals wear and eat and have slowly --I mean sloooowwwly-- moved beyond the Tourist status to something akin to having dual residency. Yay, me! I still stick out due in part to my constant questions, but I'm finding common ground and offer tips to new arrivals!

So, if you're considering a visit to this province, be sure to have another pair of shoes to alternate; matchy-matchy is a dead give-away you're new; gum keeps your mouth moist, make eye contact with all drivers before you cross the road; and give a low, almost undetectable, spread-fingers wave to runners coming toward you. It's kind of like a secret, colloquial code for "You belong."

**By the way, it is my request for a Sonic Route 44 Unsweet Iced Tea with Extra Cranberry to reward all future PRs and at the Purity Moosic City Dairy Dash 10K Finish Line on April 12, 2014!