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One of Life's Constants
Constants, by their very nature, exist due to life's little fluctuations; the ups and downs that we all experience. Some are extreme in nature and can cause incredible harm, but most just throw us off kilter momentarily, if we're lucky. There have been many things in my life which have caused me to deviate from my core beliefs, and most of them I haven't even noticed happening. When I mention core beliefs, the chances are that you will all have different ones to me, but I bet they don't deviate too much. I'm not talking about politics here either. I know hunting men and women who will be staunch socialists, allow me to go off on a slight tangent here. I know some who are equally as committed to the other end of the political spectrum, but it's this common ground we share, this love of the countryside; this love of hunting, that is the constant which I refer to. I don't think I would consider political persuasion to be a constant, certainly not in terms of a particular political party. How many of you reading this magazine, would have considered yourselves Labour supporters 20-25 years ago? Some of you will be nodding; I was myself. Some of you will be sitting there reading this on the bog (come on…. I know you do) and planning to go out and vote Labour at the forthcoming General Election. But allegiance to a political party can change; should change, if that party no longer caters for its core beliefs that were held so dear when you first pinned your flag to the mast. We all know there are folk who will vote Labour/Conservative/Monster Raving Loony for the plain fact that they always have; they were brought up that way. I'd like to think that there are more people who judge everything on its merits though, and to them, changing a blind allegiance to a party because that party no longer represents its core values, wouldn't necessarily be a major hurdle. Anyway, this is not an article about politics. It's about blood and soil.
If any of you will have read the works of Knut Hamsun, particularly The Growth of the Soil, which won him the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1920, you will understand these constants that I am referring to. The main character Isak sets off into the wilderness and despite the years taking their toll on him and his surroundings; and the perceived progress of modern life and its related change in morals which swirl and break upon Isak, he remains the same. In the words of the translator of this book from its native Norwegian into our tongue:
It is an epic of earth….its dominant note is one of patient strength and simplicity; the mainstay of its working is the tacit, stern, yet loving alliance between Nature and the Man……who faces her himself, trusting to himself and her for the physical means of life, and the spiritual contentment with life which she must grant if he be worthy.
Modern man faces Nature only by proxy, or as proxy, through others or for others, and the intimacy is lost. In the wilds the contact is direct and immediate; it is the foothold upon earth, the touch of the soil itself, that gives strength.
And it is the same for us hunters. We don't face nature "by proxy." We face her head-on and we see the blood and the soil for ourselves on a daily basis. We are not removed from the reality of life, and there's nothing that can replace that, for me anyway. As the translator says, it is this that gives us strength.
My wife has asked me in the past, when we've been sat watching Time Team, or some other historical or archaeological based documentary, just how things got buried over the years. Invariably it's not some great landslide of earth that covers the artifacts. It's more a process of tiny layer upon tiny layer that has been building up over the years. So fine is each layer that you don't even realise it's happening, until before you know it, what was there, exposed to the daylight for so long, has disappeared to the world. Sometimes for years, decades, centuries; sometimes for ever. For as long as I can remember, hunting has been part of my life. My Dad never took me hunting, as hunting was never one of his constants. It was something he had a brief flirtation with as a young fella, but then grew out of it as his constants showed themselves to be in other areas. I don't think you have much choice over these things either. You can enjoy doing something for a time, but then things fade, or wither, and other interests take their place. I believe a true constant is in you and whether you like it or not, it's always going to be there. It's always going to pull you back to it no matter how much you think it's hidden. One day you might be sitting there at a country pub, and you may not have hunted for years, but something, and it might be the slightest thing, will trigger a switch inside you. And like those bairns in Hamelin, you hear the Pied Piper calling and there's nothing you can do about it.
I don't know about you, but one of my earliest hobbies, or pastimes, call them what you will, was nesting. Most of you will have read A Kestrel for a Knave by Barry Hines, or at least seen the film adaptation of it, called Kes. I read this at the age of about 9, and it was the first book I can remember reading that was about "me." I don't mean that in a literal sense of course, but it spoke to me about the things I did, the experiences I'd had and it still remains a favourite of mine to this day. It was hard going reading it, as Barry Hines wrote a lot of it in vernacular Yorkshire dialect, so whilst I didn't speak that differently to the characters in the novel, reading it with any sense of fluency as a 9 year old was another matter entirely. I think that my generation was probably the last where "nesting" was seen as a legitimate and healthy interest for a young lad. It had actually been illegal since 1964 (I think…can anybody help me with that date please?) but we didn't know that. I had a nice little collection going from the age of about 6, and I displayed them all in a nice little wooden box, with a Perspex sliding top which showed them off to fine effect. I can remember a policeman coming to the house once, and this would have been about 1980/81 and although he was there about one of my other little indiscretions, he sat and admired my egg collection after delivering his sermon on the legalities of digging up the daffodils in the council flower beds, even though they were destined for my Mam. I still see news items regarding nesting on various websites, and I always find myself clicking on them. Time after time, the same names come up, and to these boys, this is their constant, or at least one of them. For me, it wasn't. It was something that I did as a young bloke, and still have fond memories of, but it's not something I do now. Looking back, it was probably a stepping stone to other things for me; an introduction to birds, the countryside and hunting, of sorts, and for that, I am glad I did it. Don't get me wrong, I didn't have shoeboxes full of Chough's eggs secreted around the place, but I did have eggs and I look back on those times with great affection. But it wasn't "me," meaning I learned to live without it. I still marvel at the beauty of a bird's egg, be it from a lowly, caterwauling gull, or a fine, delicate Wren but the urge to collect them just isn't there anymore and my quality and enjoyment of life is not affected by that. Not the case for hunting though.
Like many blokes out there, I met a lass when I was a teenager, and "I" started to get buried. Just like the Saxon Great Hall, or the Roman villa, as time went by each layer of sediment, or earth began to build up gradually, and I never even noticed it happening. Even if I had noticed, I don't know if I'd have actually done anything about it. I'd spent most of my teenage years running around with air rifles and dogs, peering over fences and generally being an opportunistic little bugger. All of that was put on the back burner when this bird came along, not because she asked me to, but because I just lost sight of it for a while. But not for long. I can remember going round her house one Sunday afternoon and as soon as I'd had a cup of tea and said the obligatory hellos to her mam and dad, I was away out the back into the chestnut woods that surrounded her house, BSA 240 Magnum tucked inside my fishtail parka, searching for pheasants that had strayed from the nearby shoot. That didn't go down too well. This was towards the death of the relationship though, when, like those houses in Orkney (or is it the Shetlands?) that are thousands of years old that the weather has gradually exposed, "I" started to emerge again from underneath the years of dirt. How many of you have experienced that? I genuinely wonder how people cope when they aren't lucky enough to have constants like most of us have. What do you do to fill the void? There is so much to occupy a teenager these days, and not all of it is wholesome and healthy. Some kids (the majority?) are so far removed from the real world that they wouldn't know the first thing about the countryside or hunting. They might hear it mentioned on the news (do kids watch the news?) or some drivel from a biased teacher, which seems to be happening more and more these days. What chance have the buggers got? How can they ever get the chance to see whether hunting is one of their constants? Unless they are lucky enough to experience an epiphany, they could live their life filling the void with junk, literally in some cases, and metaphorically in others. I don't know how we change this though. More and more people are pouring into Britain, and the cities expand at the sake of countryside. Urbanisation is on the increase and the old ways are disappearing. We are creating a society that knows nothing about where it comes from and who it is, and we wonder why there are problems. Let's face it; we have the internet now, and this has made hunting of all types much more accessible to the common man. Whereas in the past you'd have to actually put some effort into finding out about hunting (presuming you had a flicker of an interest), now you just log in to THL or Moochers and see what's what. A quick flick through the CMW to order yourself a hybrid bulldog and bingo…you're all set. There's no need for an apprenticeship anymore. I think that, and the fact that certain dogs and sports are illegal, which let's face it, lends it all a misguided sense of legitimacy, has increased the numbers of lads and lasses out there, who aren't all there for the right reasons. When this knowledge had to be sought, and worked for, and strived for and effort had to be expended, there were fewer. Now, it's as easy as typing an address and having some spare time. Dogs can be bought and sold on whims as weak as trainspotters squash. Hopefully some will stay for life, but many will fall by the wayside. I'll get off my soap box now.
When the death knell was finally sounded on the particular relationship that I mentioned above, of course there was a sense of loss, not of years wasted, but the sadness that something that started so good, had become wounded, festered and died. But as well as this, the thing that I remember most, is the sense of liberation, and I don't mean that to the detriment of the girl concerned. It was like I was sloughing off all the crappy layers that had built up, and returning to my constants, to me. What amazed me was the realization that I hadn't even noticed I'd been buried. As well as the physical things changing such as giving back each others records (I could finally say out loud that I f'ing hated U2!), it was other things that were more important to me. Suddenly, a Blackbird's song meant something to me again and I got the urge to be out before the dawn once more. The positives outweighed the negatives and I took myself off into the fields.
I can remember one of my first journeys back into hunting again like it was yesterday. It was a Saturday night/Sunday morning (incidentally, another of my favourite books), and I'd forsaken my usual few pints with my mates in favour of an early night. I had to be up and out when some of the local clubs would still be chucking drunks out onto the streets, where they'd wander off in search of a bus, or a kebab, or more likely for some where I lived, a lager fuelled fight which added weight to their feelings of alcohol induced remorse the very next morning. Been there, done that. Not for me though.
The alarm sounded at 0200 and actually physically hurt me, if that's at all possible. It wasn't with a groan that I jumped out of bed though. There was a spring in my step, as I'd got things to do. I was going somewhere. With a pull of the choke, the Vauxhall Nova coughed into life, and with the dog loaded into the tiny boot, off we went. A push of a button and the cassette player lit up and the strains of "Wouldn't It Be Nice" by The Beach Boys came through the tiny speakers sunk into the bottom of the car doors. Optimism; a wide-eyed welcoming view of what was to come pervaded that little blue car as we wound our way through the Kent countryside in search of rabbits. Things were good; everything was alright. After a journey of about 40 minutes, I parked up on an estate at the foot of the North Downs. The very first permission I ever had was but a short walk away. I'd gotten this at the age of 16 and it was only a few acres, but there were plenty of rabbits to keep me busy and I'd rid myself of many bad shooting habits there over the years as I honed my style into something resembling accuracy. I wouldn't be going there now though. I had (still do) an inquisitive nature and this naturally led me to look over the fences that marked the boundaries of my permission, and lo and behold, there was some nice land about in that part of the world. There was a small wood not too far from my land and on one side of it was a few acres of scrub, and on the other side there was a gently sloping grassy hill. It was here that I intended to have a mooch with the dog, and to get there, I had to travel a narrow lane that wound between the massive gardens of some of the local mansions. I'd given myself plenty of time to get to where I wanted to be, so it was with a slow and steady step I made my way down the lane. No sooner was I on my way, two massive great mastiff type things were haring down their garden towards me! It was at this point that I hoped to God that the owner of the property had not skimped on their fencing materials as these dogs were monsters! In later renditions of this story I think I may have said they were Tosa Inus, but allow me that artistic licence won't you? They certainly looked like the buggers!
As I put some distance between me and the snarling hounds of hell, their barking died away and I hope that they hadn't scared away much of the wildlife. I needn't have worried as through the gloom I could still see rabbits in the secluded gardens of the wealthy locals. Excellent. When I finally made the wood, I plonked myself against an uprooted tree trunk, amongst the flint and chalk on the ground so rudely disturbed by the big storms of 87. Fishing around in the bellowed pockets of my Belgian army surplus jacket, I pulled out a packet of ten Embassy Filter (something I hadn't managed to slough off at that point), and struck a Swan Vesta, oblivious to the fact that this wouldn't be helping my situation. As I pulled in lungfuls of smoke from those stumpy little cigarettes, the dog sat at my feet was alert to his surroundings to a much greater degree than I was. His ears were like little radar dishes, as his head swiveled to every little noise produced in a nocturnal wood. We were sat on the north side of the wood, with the grassy hill in front of us, and there were rabbits out there feeding. The only light I had with me was a large Maglite, and this was far from adequate for lamping, so my faith rested in the young dog's ability and guile, rather than trusting to my skill and cunning. First run and the rabbit was chased back right to my feet, where I missed him with my boot, and so did the dog. The torch picked up a few sitters that hadn't been scared of the commotion, and it was one of these that the dog went for next. Same scenario – a short run by the coney into the safety of the wood, and we were again left empty handed. Undeterred, and with the exuberance and optimism of youth, my young charge and me kept on at the bunnies and we were soon met with success. The night air was pierced with the screams of the hunted in the jaws of the hunter. Like so many before and since, the rabbit dithered at a hedge line and that was its undoing. I'd love to say it was brought right to hand, but I won't lie to you, it wasn't. I broke from the confines of the wood and ran, doubled over to my left and took the rabbit from the lurcher. With his neck stretched, I again ran doubled over back to the disruptive confines of my hidey hole. An amazing sense of well-being descended upon me, and I was absolutely elated to be out and about again. The time between runs had been getting longer in direct correlation to the lightening of the sky, and as dawn approached, barely a rabbit could be seen. The sweet song of the dawn chorus replaced the sinister sounds of a wood at night, and it wouldn't be long before I would feel the warmth of the watery, winter sun start to sink into my bones. Time for home. Time for bed.
With strict instructions not to eat the gutted rabbit, the dog jumped into the boot of the Nova, and we were soon off on our way home. All was right with the world. Life was good. I'd returned to my constant and I never left again. One rabbit you might be thinking…..big deal. Well it was to me. That was nearly 20 years ago and as I said earlier, I can remember it like it was yesterday. Things have changed for me over the years. Too many dogs have come and gone, one wife has fallen by the wayside and I now live in a very different country to the one of my birth. But, and this is a big but, I will always have hunting. That cannot be taken away from me and is, and will always be, my constant. I will always strive to stay true to myself and I wish the same for all of you.
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Is being a blog writer really your core competency?
I've been in large businesses and small startups for the last 20-ish years, so I've seen what works and what doesn't. One thing I've seen in a lot in smaller businesses is owners who think that, because they started the company, they're good at ever aspect of it. I believe a lot of this may be driven by trying to conserve cash. Maybe it's because they're unaware of how a good blog writer can raise their search ranking. But either way, if small business owners are focusing on writing their blog, they're not as focused on their core competency.
Like many things, being a successful blog writer for SEO is a very specific set of skills. This has nothing to do with self-aggrandizement; it's simply a fact – to be a great blog writer while still achieving top Search ranking for clients is a rare talent. If you're running a company, even a small one, chances are you're from a business background and have never taken the time to learn how to write for SEO. And if you're the blog writer for your company, chances are you're not climbing your way up the ladder to be CEO.
If you run a restaurant chain, chances are you're a wizard at logistics and staff management. You might even have a great personality and be great in the front of the house. But none of these personality traits qualifies you for crafting your company blog, or many other marketing pieces, by the way.
Spend 80% of your time on your core competencies. Skip the rest.
It's the old 80/20 rule. That last 20% of stuff you think you have to do is usually not worth all the pain and suffering it will take to get it done. Yet, usually, companies take a ton of time to do that last 20%. My favorite example of the last 20% is the excruciating pain companies put themselves through to publish their annual report. This is the annual ritual requiring that the most important people in the company's executive staff take vast amounts of time away from what really creates revenue to focus on something that creates none whatsoever. Of course, legally a report must go out to shareholders, but much of it could be rehashed from last year's version and all the angst over the cover art could be skipped altogether.
Blog writing falls into that category. At first, companies set up huge layers of approval which just bog down the blog process (maybe I'll coin that phrase – "Blog Bog") and result inevitably in the stagnation of the corporate blog and death of what could have been a great marketing and community building tool. Choose a blog writer outside of your company, get them up to speed, grow to trust them and then get out of their way. Ion Leap specializes in this and finds the best blog writer(s) to handle your company's needs.
This is where DIY bloggers really fail. They charge in with both guns blazing in the first few weeks, but by week 4 they get interrupted with their core accountabilities and put off a blog post. Then they put off the next. Then the blog dies and they are a blog writer no more. Inevitably their search ranking follows.
Outsourcing your blog writing to a company like Ion Leap (well, there really are no other companies like Ion Leap) means the blog will simply get written, and written well. Every couple days or every week, depending on your goals, you'll know that truly relevant, valuable information is being put out to your prospects. And you'll see other benefits as well.
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Q: SIGABRT while passing NSDictionary to UITableView In a UITableViewController subclass, i am unable load the data, i am fetching json data from Url,
Json data:
{
"terms": "a",
"results": {
    "Events": [
        {
            "Event_Name": "808 State",
            "Event_NavigateURL": "808-state"
        },
        {
            "Event_Name": "ASAP Rocky",
            "Event_NavigateURL": "asap-rocky"
        },
        {
            "Event_Name": "Abba Mania",
            "Event_NavigateURL": "abba-mania"
        },
        {
            "Event_Name": "Adam Ant",
            "Event_NavigateURL": "adam-ant"
        }
    ],
    "Sports": [
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            "SportsName": "Arsenal",
            "URL": "football/arsenal-tickets.htm",
            "SubCategory_NavigateURL": "football",
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            "type": "team"
        },
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            "SportsName": "Aston Villa",
            "URL": "football/aston-villa-tickets.htm",
            "SubCategory_NavigateURL": "football",
            "Event_NavigateURL": "aston-villa",
            "type": "team"
        },
        {
            "SportsName": "Fulham",
            "URL": "football/fulham-tickets.htm",
            "SubCategory_NavigateURL": "football",
            "Event_NavigateURL": "fulham",
            "type": "team"
        },
        {
            "SportsName": "Manchester City",
            "URL": "football/manchester-city-tickets.htm",
            "SubCategory_NavigateURL": "football",
            "Event_NavigateURL": "manchester-city",
            "type": "team"
        }
    ],
    "Venues": [
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            "Venue": "O2 Arena London",
            "Venue_LocationURL": "o2-arena-london",
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            "Venue_CountryURL": "united-kingdom"
        },
        {
            "Venue": "The Odyssey Arena",
            "Venue_LocationURL": "the-odyssey-arena",
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            "Venue_Country": "United Kingdom",
            "Venue_CountryURL": "united-kingdom"
        },
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            "Venue": "Manchester Arena",
            "Venue_LocationURL": "manchester-arena",
            "Venue_City": "Manchester",
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        },
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{
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}

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     obj.str=[[[[dict valueForKey:@"results"] valueForKey:@"SportsName"] valueForKey:@"Event_NavigateURL"] valueForKey:indexPath.row];
     [self.navigationController pushViewController:obj animated:YES];

}

How is NSDictionary supposed to work with TableView?
What is the simplest way to get this done?

A: Instead of this
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Use this ..
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    cell.detailtextLabel.text= [[[[dict valueForKey:@"results"] valueForKey:@"Sports"] objectAtIndex:indexPath.row] valueForKey:@"type"];

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UPDATED :
Just update this code in your cellForRowIndex
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A: try like this,
 NSMutableArray *array=[[dict valueForKey:@"results"] valueForKey:@"Sports"];

here you'l get the array and use this array in tableview methods like below
NSString *str=[[array objectAtIndex:indexPath.row] valueForKey@"Event_NavigateURL"];

EDIT:-

    NSString *sportsName=[[[[dict valueForKey:@"results"] valueForKey:@"Sports"] objectAtIndex:indexPath.row] valueForKey@"SportsName"];
    NSString *Event_Name=[[[[dict valueForKey:@"results"] valueForKey:@"Events"] objectAtIndex:indexPath.row] valueForKey@"Event_Name"];
    NSString *Venues=[[[[dict valueForKey:@"results"] valueForKey:@"Venues"] objectAtIndex:indexPath.row] valueForKey@"Venue"];

A: Replace your with this :
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A: Try this:
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{
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  }
  id obj = [statuses objectAtIndex:indexPath.row];
  cell.textLabel.text =[[[obj valueForKey:@"results"] valueForKey:@"Sports"] valueForKey:@"Event_NavigateURL"];
  return cell;
}

Hope it could be help.

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Florida Trauma Survivors: Your Feelings Are a Normal Response to Abnormal Situation
By Odelya Gertel Kraybill, PhD, LCPC
Last updated: 8 Jul 2018
Pages: 1 2All
Life has landed you in the community of trauma survivors. None of us is here by choice, but we do choose to support each other. From my heart, here are things I wish I had known when I was 17.
In 1991, I was 17. I was sleeping at home with my family in Tel Aviv on the night of January 17. At 1am a loud siren woke us up. We knew what it meant. We also knew what we must now do. I ran shaking and crying with my family to our "safe room" where we bolted the door and sealed it for protection against what we thought was a chemical attack.
Less than three minutes later, we felt and then heard huge blasts. Our house was shaking. Our dogs were silent. We thought surely, they were dead and that many of our neighbors must also have died. That was only the first night of a war when we all slept for weeks in our safe room. The missiles continued for several months.
Eventually the war ended and people returned to their routines. Most people seemed to be fine and moved on quickly from that scary time. For me it was harder and more complex, you can read more about that here.
Today I am a trauma therapist, working daily with survivors who have experienced debilitating trauma. Here is information that many survivors find useful:
1. While we all react in quite similar ways when we are in the immediate presence of danger, our reactions afterwards differ greatly from one person to the next.
Even people from the same family who experienced the same event often have very differing responses. Only you can define how this trauma affected you. Only you can define how it feels to be in your own body. It may take time for you to be able to realize how it feels, but no one else can know how it feels to be you.
2. Trauma can impact all our systems: physical (sleep, appetite, digestion), emotional (feeling of pain, anger, shame, guilt, survival guilt), cognitive (difficulty to concentrate, retain information), spiritual (meaning of life, God) and social (our relationships to family, friends and strangers).
3. Trauma lives on in the body and senses. In some ways, we are like a sponge for stress and trauma. The body remembers the sensations we experienced when the traumatic event took place.
At a neurological level, trauma creates what I sometimes call an emergency highway in the body. During trauma, sounds, sights, smells, thoughts, emotions, and movements all blend together in an intense experience, under the management of the reptilian brain, a primitive, survival oriented part of the brain. We're gifted with this primitive survival system to cope with crisis. We run faster and fight harder when it's activated. Your ancestors wouldn't have survived without it, nor, perhaps you.
But once created, this highway never goes away. Some people have a hard time getting off it and preventing ourselves from constantly re-entering it. Every time we hear a loud noise, smell something or feel something that reminds us of what happened, we're back on the emergency highway again. For minutes, hours, even days we feel the same things we experienced long ago in that traumatic experience.
4. Trauma responses are a normal reaction to an abnormal situation. They are uncomfortable and often scary, but most people have them for a while after trauma. Over time, they get better for most people.
5. Professional help can make a difference for those struggling to get off the emergency highway. Find a therapist familiar with crisis response and psychological first aid.
6. Discovering previously unused personal resources is a key part of trauma integration. The moment that you experienced trauma, your survival system called upon special resources to help you survive and it continues to do so. Most survivors are barely conscious of the strengths that have enabled them to still be here today.
Some people discover new personal resources quickly and find new life and hope within weeks of major trauma. Others require months or more, of rest, regrouping and therapy.
Rushing into something new for the sake of diversion is no help. The discovery of strengths and resources emerging after trauma, what therapists call Post Traumatic Growth, comes in its own good time, sooner for some and later for others.
If you are in the latter group, ask yourself: What personal attributes have helped me to hold on to life even at its most challenging? What gives me energy to continue? The answer to these questions may enable you to eventually see resources you never recognized.
7. Trauma integration takes time. You can often get relief from the worst symptoms rather quickly but there are no instant cures. If a therapist promises you a quick-healing, 100 percent cure or a full reversal of your traumatic experience, I suggest you find another one.
Trauma takes things away from us and some can't be returned, ever. For some, the losses are physical, and tangible, such as people we loved or a body that once functioned perfectly. For others, the losses are emotional or intangible, such as a sense of uncomplicated wholeness, pristine memories of beloved times and places. Either way, coming to terms with irreversible loss is an essential part of trauma integration. Anyone who implies otherwise makes the journey ultimately harder for survivors.
8. Try moving more and talking less. This reminder may seem counterintuitive. The urge to tell and re-tell our story after trauma over and over is understandable. Years ago, therapists considered this helpful and encouraged extensive "debriefing". But research has found that telling the story over and over is ineffective in bringing relief from symptoms, and sometimes it's harmful. Every time we tell our story we relive it and the imprint on our brain and body becomes more permanent.
This does not mean that you've caused yourself harm by telling others your story. But you're probably better off if you have a professional therapist guide you when in working through your story.
9. Social support is key for trauma integration and developing post traumatic growth. If you don't have adequate support systems, call a support hotline, find a support group, reach out to a spiritual community, ask your parents to help you find a therapist.
10. Maintaining routines is one of the most effective things you can do after trauma.
Keep physical activity in your life. The pull to withdraw and rest is powerful for many survivors and should be honored. But slow, gentle physical activities are restful and help to reset the system.
Go for walks with someone that you feel safe with.
Give and get as many hugs as you can from your loved ones (family members, friends, pets).
Avoid violent or loud music, movies, and videogames.
Eat as clean as possible, and drink plenty of fluids, especially those that bring restful associations (chamomile with honey, water with lemon or mint, etc.). Avoid sugar and stimulating foods and drinks as much as possible. You may feel you need stimulants, but with your nervous system already on high alert your goal should be to support it, not activate it.
Relaxing scents like orange blossom essential oil, chamomile or lavender have a relaxing effect on some people.
11. When you are flooded with feelings, try one of the following exercises:
Stress ball. Hold a small ball in the palm of one hand. Squeeze tight to the count of 5. Repeat with the other hand. Hold the ball in the fingertips of one hand. Squeeze tight to the count of 5. Repeat with the other hand. Hold the ball in the open palm of one hand. Let it roll around on your hand without falling. Gently throw the ball into the air and catch it with the same hand. Repeat with the other hand. Now gently throw the ball from one hand to another.
1-2-3 Reset Exercise: Jump up and down (as fast as you can) 10 times. Sit down (preferably leaning back on something) and breathe in (2-3-4). Hold (2-3-4-5) and breathe out. Make an s-s-s-s or hm-m-m-m sound on the outbreath and notice how the sound changes during the outbreath. Repeat the deep breathing part 5 more times.
12. Try to be kind to yourself. Remember — you are ALWAYS doing the best that you can at any given moment. Given a choice, you may have responded differently to events at the time of the trauma. But you couldn't. Survival mechanisms took over and helped you do whatever it took to stay alive.
When we are kind to ourselves, our brain pathways "expand". When we criticize ourselves they "tighten". Since you did the best that you could, you are now also doing the best that you can. This means that if it is difficult and painful you can say: "It's ok to feel pain, it's ok to feel ____"; "I don't like to feel ____, but it is ok to feel ____." Saying this helps your nervous system relax. The more you do it, the more your ability to relax by choice expands.
Gertel-Kraybill, O. (2018 in print). Suzy and The Brain 1-2-3: What Happens in Suzy's Brain During Trauma. Riverhouse ePress. PA, USA.
Odelya Gertel Kraybill, PhD, LCPC
Odelya Gertel Kraybill, PhD, LCPC, has worked as a consultant and trauma therapist for the UN and NGOs around the world. A Fulbright scholar, she conducted research in the Philippines, Lesotho, and Israel, that led to Expressive Trauma Integration (ETI), a multidisciplinary approach to trauma interventions. She has led ETI workshops for practitioners in the US, Canada, South Africa, Japan, China, Philippines and S. Korea. Odelya has a private practice for survivors of developmental and complex trauma in Metro DC and is an adjunct faculty member at the GW Art Therapy Program where she co-teaches a yearlong trauma course. Follow Expressive Trauma Integration on Facebook.
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June 14, 2017 September 22, 2019 / Colin McGuigan
Do the stars of a movie need to be what we think of as genre regulars for it to a success? Back in its heyday the western attracted just about every leading player in Hollywood, some of them slotting in with ease and a number actually going on to carve out a niche for themselves within the genre. Frequently, when less familiar western stars were cast they were backed up by co-stars who had already grown accustomed to riding the cinematic range. However, Copper Canyon (1950) seems to be on of those more unusual productions where none of the three headline stars would have had a background in westerns when the movie was made. So does it succeed? I suppose it does to some extent, although you do have to wonder how much the relative inexperience of the cast hurt it.
The setting is the years following the Civil War, when the process of national healing had only just begun and the wounds remained raw. The whole plot revolves around the struggles of former Confederate miners and obstacles they are confronted with as rivals seek to drive them out of business. These men are in need of a champion, someone capable of figuratively rallying the troops and protecting them. It's with this aim in mind that a small delegation is sent to sound out Johnny Carter (Ray Milland), a former Rebel officer who has changed his name and, in an attempt to reinvent himself, has become a trick shot artist working the saloon circuit. It is only with the greatest reluctance that he allows himself to be drawn back into conflict with anyone. But once he does the allure of saloon boss Lisa Roselle (Hedy Lamarr) and the challenge of facing down corrupt lawman Lane Travis (Macdonald Carey) are enough to keep him interested.
Copper Canyon offers few surprises in its scripting. The story is typical fare dealing with the oppression of the little guy by the powerful, and a hero who endeavors to tip the balance a little in the former's favor. While this is a solid enough premise, I tend to think a touch of ambiguity can elevate such a tale into much more interesting territory. However, that's not really offered here and so we're left with the uneasy reconstruction angle and, to a lesser degree, the gimmick of Milland's sharpshooting to provide a more distinctive flavor – both of which are well enough employed yet I can't say I regard either as very compelling. On the other hand, the pacing is reasonable and director John Farrow composes some nice shots, favoring plenty of titled low-angles in the interiors. What's more cameraman Charles Lang lights the interiors to maximize the atmosphere and captures some fine views of the Sedona locations.
As I mentioned at the start, the stars hadn't much of a western pedigree when Copper Canyon was made. Ray Milland had a strong body of work behind him at this point and had an Oscar to his name but, with the exception of California (1947) which was also made with Farrow, he had mostly straight drama and noir roles among his credits. While he would go on to other material in the genre, notably the superior A Man Alone (1955), he was still something of a novice at this point. In a similar vein, Macdonald Carey had only made Streets of Laredo (1949) prior to this but he too would make a number of other westerns in the following years. Hedy Lamarr isn't a woman anyone would automatically associate with the west (although that running gag in Blazing Saddles might suggest otherwise) and Copper Canyon was, aside from a few television appearances, her only foray into frontier drama. All three acquit themselves well enough, though I do wonder how contemporary audiences would have viewed that lineup. In support we do get more typical faces like Harry Carey Jr and Frank Faylen. In addition, there are parts for Mona Freeman, Peggy Knudsen and, in a truly startling red wig, the imposing figure of Hope Emerson.
Copper Canyon was a Paramount production and was released on DVD in the US by the same company years ago. Even though the disc was a bare bones affair, the transfer is quite a good one, bright and colorful with only minor damage on show. It's a fairly entertaining movie but hardly what could be termed essential. There's competent work from all in front of and behind the camera yet it also has to be said that all either did or would do much more memorable stuff on screen. So, let's say it's okay but not something you need go out of your way to see.
1950s, John Farrow, Ray Milland, Westerns
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22 thoughts on "Copper Canyon"
A found this an average duster with Ray Milland being the weakest link. The man just cannot convince me he fits into a western. I like his work in other genres but he fails to impress in westerns. Carey comes out of the film far better if you ask me, and as you say Harry Carey Jr and the bit players all are fine. Nice fair review, Colin.
Milland had an extremely urbane air, a sophistication that was definitely a better fit in other genres. But it is actually used quite well here and blends with the nature of his character. And while he may never have become a natural in the western, he did grow into it more in subsequent roles.
I quite enjoyed this one, especially as a fan of the work ofFers with screenwriter and hardboiled crime novelist Jonathan Latimer but hard to disagree with you on this – not anybody's finest hour but soundly entertaining.
It is enjoyable and well made, just not all that remarkable, in my opinion. It's certainly not disappointing and maybe I'm reacting more to the routine aspects, which isn't a huge criticism when you come right down to it.
And yes, Latimer has some terrific credits, especially in the noir field, and of course a whole raft of Perry Mason episodes.
I saw it a few years ago, remember liking it, but not much else frankly. Always fascinated that Milland did as well as he did as a leading man given with rather dark persona!
I don't know that much about Milland's off screen persona beyond his being notoriously tight-fisted, which I think I read in Lee Server's Mitchum bio. He had a kind of icy charm but could play it light when required as well.
I just like the fact that for a romantic leading man he could have such a mischievous side to him – quite modern really, it seems to me.
Yes, that's a good way of putting it. He is actually difficult to categorize, which wasn't always the case with leads of that era.
You are quite right about the work of Jonathan Latimer. He pumped out some excellent stories and screenplays for various film noir and television. Just a couple weeks ago I took in an episode of HONG KONG from 1960 that was quite entertaining. It is a noir/adventure type series with Rod Taylor headlining. The episode was called THE JADE EMPRESS.
I've seen a few episodes of Hong Kong online but I can't remember which ones off hand – they seemed like fun though..
Good review. Initially, I was quite hesitant with Ray Milland in the lead in a western! However, after viewing him in Copper Canyon favorably, I subsequently got hold of some of his other westerns i.e Bugles In The Afternoon and A Man Alone. They are quite entertaining, no doubt. Best regards.
A Man Alone is superb, in my opinion, and deserves lots of praise. I honestly feel it would be better regarded if there were a higher quality print/transfer available. Even so, it's still a strong piece and recommended as it stands.
I must admit I had forgotten about A MAN ALONE. I did like that one, and Milland was a fair hand at directing imo. I've seen several of the television episodes he did and they are all quite good. One in particular stands out, DEATH WATCH 1958 from the Hitchcock produced series, "Suspicion". It is a nifty noir thriller starring Edmond O'Brien. I believe it is up on You-Tube.
I quite like what I've seen of him as a director. He also took the reins for a pretty good episode of Thriller called Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper from a Robert Bloch story.
I have not seen that episode, but will be adding it to the list, thanks.
It's pretty easy to see and is very enjoyable.
Knowing Ray Milland was born Reginald Truscott-Jones in Wales does not make him an any more convincing western lead in a way and yet he really hooked it in "A MAN ALONE", I think, though I have read negative reviews of that film. However, I disagree and think it a fine piece of work.
I watched "COPPER CANYON" only recently after a very long gap and I think Sergio hits the nail on the head – 'not anybody's finest hour but soundly entertaining'. Quite!
Very happy to see you reviewing in your 'comfort zone' again, Colin. I always enjoy us riding the high country together!!
For me, there's no question about the quality of A Man Alone, a great bit of work.
It has been a while since I featured a western – I wanted to introduce a bit more variety and then I also have preview discs from Powerhouse/Indicator coming at me regularly now and I want to write those up when I can – look out for some 70s thriller action soon,and then some fantasy material! But westerns are far from forgotten, rest assured.
mikestakeonthemovies
Been a while since I've seen this one but I remember liking it in general despite the cast not being "my" western favorites. I have that DVD release here on the shelf and might have to have another look. Nice choice to write about.
Thanks, Mike. Yes, give it another go if it's convenient as there are things to enjoy, even the unorthodox cast which performs better than might have been expected.
Patricia Nolan-Hall (@CaftanWoman)
I'm inordinately fond of Macdonald Carey in Streets of Laredo, so it is possible I will feel the same way about his work in Copper Canyon.
For one reason or another I've never been especially taken with Carey as an actor and usually approach anything he's in with caution. However, I reckon he's rather good in Copper Canyon and, if you already like him, then that's another reason to give the movie a go.