Turner's Theory And Framework To My Experience Of Going To Hemkund Sahib

On a blazing hot summer early morning with the city traffic roaring! And the hot sun blazing, birds chirping and the smell of fresh green grass. Me and my family were packing and getting ready for our yearly powwow trail trip. My mooshum and kokum were they’re usual selves laughing and cracking jokes, I and my cousins knew they weren’t that funny but laughed at their jokes anyways. After we were all packed and ready we all piled into my kookum’s van and set off to our destination with the hot sun reflecting off the black pavement. The drive to Muskoday reserve was long and tiring, the van was humid and making us irritated, so I decided to roll down my window to let the summer air cool us off, the cool breeze was flowing and the music was booming! A bit later we arrived to our destination with our eyes popping taking in all the scenery around us, mind you this was our first time being in the reserve Muskoday. The excitement of being there and meeting new people was over whelming, the anxious feeling of just wanting to run off and enjoy the scenery with my cousins and friends I had met before from the powwow trails we took yearly.

In a long gone kingdom at the foothills of the Himalayas a prince was about to be born. His father, a Kshatriya and king, wished to know what his child’s fate would be. He summoned a sage to him who said that either his son would be the most successful conquer the world had ever seen, or he would become a spiritual leader and an enlightened being. The moment his son was born pampered, and spoiled him with every luxury possible. He kept his son form hunger, sickness, age, and death. He sheltered his son form all the suffering of the world. His son, Siddhartha, lived like this for 29 years, when one day he wished to see the town beyond the palace. On his journey through the town Siddhartha had four encounters. On his first ride form the palace

A private sixteen day Whitewater Rafting trip down the Grand Canyon. There were fourteen of us in all, including some family friends that we’ve been rafting with since I was seven years old, my sister, and my mom. We rented six eighteen foot rafts. Each raft was equipped with all of the necessary food, supplies and gear for a sixteen day river trip. Despite the heat, our group had several seasoned Grand Canyon guides in attendance and they knew all of the greatest side hikes. One such side hike was called Elves Chasm. It was day five. The heat was sweltering and our group pulled over to ascend to the Chasm. Even with all these new adventures my desire to go higher and make more of it was mind-boggling. I was also trying to get a good photo. I didn’t realize it, but there was an upper Chasm and I headed up over hot rocks and then onto my belly to wriggle my way through a tight small space to ascend higher up into the chasm. The next waterfall was stunning. Some of the other young adults on the trip followed and we delighted in our discovery. We jumped from a high rock into the pool below, and one of us even did it

We setout with our nalgines full of watter and we thought that we would not even use halph, But we undermested the heat and the terain of the trail. At first it was nice and shadie walk through nature. There where lots of trees and felids of crops surrounding us, and I loved it. We where all happy untill we had to climb a 200 foot h, and to make things even worst the clouds have moved and now the sun is bakeing. When we made it to the top, we where all

Some people view the outside world as a dangerous place full of disparity and misery, others like to embrace that unknown and try to use it as a catalyst for inner growth. I like to see myself as the latter, the individual who lives for the rush of the unknown. I looked down to see what I could only describe as a dream come true. It was a ticket for a six month tour around Asia that would lead to the complete immersion of native culture and tradition- Vietnamese Pho, the mountain folk of Nepal, the Muay Thai martial arts of Thailand, Chinese Architecture and the beaches of Laos are some of the places that we got to experience first-hand. As a participant I was expected to live with 15 other individuals from around the world that I had never

A pilgrimage is a journey for the search of moral or spiritual meaning. After reading the pilgrimage article about the three different people’s pilgrimages, these journeys’ seem to have had a major effect on the travelers’ aspect of religion. Embarking on these journeys’ can teach the followers a whole new side of their religion that they have never seen. The concept behind a pilgrimage to have an experience that recognizes the origin of their religion and comprehend and verify their beliefs. The goal at the end of the pilgrimage is to let go of their individuality and tap into a larger level of their religious community. This journey consists of different sites that have a very meaningful background in their religion. These sites have years of stories that connect to an emotional side of the religion. Different religions like Christianity, Hinduism, and Muslim are strong participators in this life changing experience they call a pilgrimage.

Once upon a time, I was on the road to the not-so-great land of Tennessee. Where there was a horrendous drive from my house to the two thirds point of the fantastic cheap hotel. Nevertheless, the first room was on the first floor and ant infested, with a little mold, so I’m going to let your imagination run wild there. Next, the new room had beds that were slightly larger than a twin bed, which my sister and I were required to share (She took 9/10 of the bed and I was awarded the corner). Nevertheless, I was saved when we returned right back to the road in the morning. For the last hour of the ride, I constantly asked if that was a mountain or if that was a mountain, because I had never actually seen a mountain in person before.

On our way up the mountain, we saw lots of Toucans and monkeys. It was a very bumpy ride. Sometimes the mountain got so steep that I thought we were going to fall backwards. Once we reached the top we got out. The workers helped us put on the harnesses. The woman who worked there jumped on the zip line and went down first so she could be the catcher at the bottom. None of us wanted to go, it looks way to scary. So my dad made Gage go first, he was assisted by another worker as he was too little to go alone. Once we all new that Gage made it safely we did rock paper scissors to see who went next. Ian went and then I went and then my dad went. There were 4 lines, at first we were only going 60 miles per hour, by the time we were on the last one we got up to speeds of 90 miles per hour, the length of the lines was 3 miles. The wind on my face and body actually hurt and it was hard to breath at

I was sitting in the Livingroom staring out into the air waiting for the first snowflakes of the season to come down from the skies. I had waited all year for this so that I finally could go out and enjoy some real Norwegian pow. My dad had promised me that we would go out for our first ski tour together. Then finally it began to snow, it snowed more than 300mm the first five days. Then the day had come and we were sitting in the kitchen and planning our trip, I was so excited that I had everything packed in a few minutes. As we were driving up to the mountains my anticipation just rose. We were finally close enough so that I could see the peak shimmering in the distance. Arriving at the foot of the mountain we began to take on our skis. As I took the first steps in the cold and crisp snow, I knew that this day going to be one of the best days in my life. When we were circa halfway up the sun was shining through the thin skies and as it steady and slowly became lighter around us we could see the top of the mountain that was hiding behind the morning fog. At the time we reached the peak the sun was out glowing and there I turned around and look down the steep and majestic mountain, it looked like a big ocean of snow. I was prepared for the ride. Then the moment had come and we were ready to shred

On a family trip to Yosemite when I was in elementary school, my family and I hiked to the base of Vernal Falls, a waterfall in Yosemite. Full of enthusiasm, I decided to hike to the top. My dad and I took a trail adjacent to the waterfall. Two-thirds of the way up, the path drew close against the falls and the granite trail became slick from moisture. My dad felt unable to climb the rest of the way, so I continued by myself. It was challenging to scale the slick stone, but I was determined to finish the hike. My tenacity paid off, propelling me to the top of the falls and

For my religious site visit, I decided to go to the Tibetan Yungdrung Bon Institute in Miami. For the first time ever, I would experience the practices and culture of another religion outside of my own. The Tibetan Yungdrung Bon Institute was not a temple like I expected, but instead, the prayers and rituals were performed in an apartment. Even though it was not a temple, the close attention to authentic decorations was very interesting. After leaving all my anxiety and shyness behind, I entered the building and waited until one of the instructors came down to take me to the room.

My two brothers nagged and complained constantly that “it’s too hot to do anything”. consequently, My family and I were off to find water. Two and a half miles of complacent landscape and flat concrete roads later, My family and I had arrived at Krause Springs, a popular spot for young families and middle aged men lying on pool floats. Entering the spring, I gendered in amazement at the sharp cliffs jetting off the ground and Into the sky. I had done nothing that whole day, but laugh, play, and eat chips until my older brother invited me up a narrow rocky path. “Where are we going” I asked excitedly. “Just wait, you’ll see” he responded ominously, speeding up his pace. When my brother and i enter a clearing in the path my mind pondered on what we would be doing, until I found that

Once we arrived at the mountain, I can remember feeling nothing but joy, not because I couldn't wait to go sledding, but because for 40 straight minutes we had to Indore my friend Sophia's older brother Danny yell "are we there yet", over and over and over, you would think that an 11-year-old would be more mature than that, but then again we were talking about the boy who spends his days playing video games in his dad's basement. As we stepped out of the car we all put our snow gear on, and headed up the mountain, caring are sleds behind us. The mountain was quite steep and it seemed with every step higher we got the more bone chilling it became but at least we have a magnificent 360 view of the glistening snow covered mountains. We were about

It was a catastrophe. Whenever I remember that day it gives me cold chills. I had a close shave with death. It all started when we, me and my family, neared Naran Hill Station. The weather was cool; sky was clear; and lush green mountains. Though, the road had sharp curves and there was a steep fall on the side. I did't worry a bit. "What could possibly go wrong?", I thought to myself. It was then I saw a grey Corolla speeding behind us. "Is that guy mad or something?", I questioned myself. The car approached near and near. We were descending the mountain. In about a couple of seconds the grey car collided with the bumper of our car. Our car went out of control. Everyone screamed up their lungs. The tires slipped. We could've fallen down the

There are two other things of interest in this area. At the end of the mountain you will notice a flight of stairs leading to a cave where an old swami lives. He doesn 't speak English but he is a mellow old fellow and friendly to visitors. Further up on the very top of the mountain is the Hansa Stupa, the most complete still existing in India. It is a difficult climb through the thorn bushes but offers a fine view. Hiuen Tsiang visited this stupa and recorded the interesting story behind its construction.