Looking in the mirror, he noticed the wrinkles around his eyes, reminding him of a river journey with a friend, laughing for days and seeing white wrinkles amid the tan lines. Today, my face is tan and rounded somewhat, perhaps from the beard, going gray around the edges. There is that combination of youth and age that defies our usual indication of time in a body. A smile is often present and there is something about brown eyes that can tighten into a focus when speaking directly to someone. My niece was at a family reunion that I did not attend and she told me my grandmother’s last name meant bent willow, which I find interesting. There is a northern European look about me, heavy set and I think short, or stout might fit. Am I pleasant to look at? Only when I am fun to be around. But my portrait is not that, it is in my song: I’m a child of the desert, hot burning sand And a friend to the buzzard circling the bleaching bones of a man I spent my contemplation under a pinyon tree And a nut fell down and hit me and that’s what [...]
It is night here. I had a dream that I was listening to music at a concert and the music finished. It had been instrumental music with drums and percussion and other sounds that I can’t remember. A musician spoke, saying the concert was over and that he had not said much with words because the music spoke for them. It has been over an hour since that experience and I am awake, still. My mind is overactive, running through a range of thoughts that I can usually avoid in daylight. i think about being unemployed until I can “officially” retire. I think about my part in what we have done to our environment and our world. I think of the worry and fear that permeates our existence, and how much of that is our own doing, our own actions, that we followed so easily. I think of the anger and rage that I see in so many places in the different media, and how easy it is to step into that state of mind. I think that Loving Kindness is a means to overcome all that I find to be negative in my world. In my dreams, I have [...]
Bouzouki asked me if I could find “Spirit is the Journey” by Sam Bush. I listened to the lyrics and enjoyed the music. It was performed in a “church” similar to the ones I have attended many a time in my life. Enjoy….
I have been thinking about how I sense things, from that previous post, and I remembered that I have this crazy belief in synchronicity. I believe that there is a connection between us all. There is not necessarily a causal event that makes the connection, but my associations with others is often a chance encounter, and that chance is not exactly chance, but more a way of interacting with others, when we need to see them. It seems to work best when I have no special agenda, but I do have reason to be in contact. I accept this as a natural concurrence, between people that need to come together. Sometimes I wonder how it happens, but most of the time, I just accept it as it happens. I needed to speak to a person, and I saw him this morning. He asked me if I wanted what he had to give, which I did. A natural occurrence, but I have not seen him for months, and certainly not in a public setting, which neither of us could have assumed the other would be there. Think of this as a way for like minded people to meet. think of the [...]
I met a woman a few days ago, the daughter of my first grade teacher. She is a few years older than me. We grew up in a company town that was fifty miles from pavement, in one direction, and slowly the road became paved in the town and onward six to ten miles a year. This is an isolated place, and although there are many that lived in the town, most only lived there for two years, or four years. She and I shared a bit of memories, plus a promise to meet again and talk some more. My Kindergarden year, the principal was Native American, the Navaho families would come to the general store on the weekend and buy food and goods, wearing silver and turquoise necklaces and bracelets, the women wearing colorful skirts, the men with silver belt buckles and cowboy hats. During my elementary school years, I heard predictions of a future presented as fact, in which we would have unlimited energy at such a low cost as to be virtually free, with flying cars, and unlimited wealth. How easy to believe, as a child. Why did it not occur? In the 1950′s,in a company town, [...]
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I woke up from a brief nap this afternoon. I experienced a dream of a friend loaning me a yellow Cadillac, almost identical to the one in the picture. It was old, yet when I got behind the wheel I noticed it was brand new. Memories came back. The words echoed in my brain,...
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Ever been challenged by the quality or depth of your love? “How much do you love me?” “Do you love me more than anything?” In the Abrahamic religions, loving God is the first commandment. For many that is difficult to do when there is a beautiful Ferrari parked in your driveway, which you love...
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