To say it was a slow burn would be inaccurate. It was just plain a bonfire. Sparks to high flying flames. Embers floating upward on newly created thermals, warm and glowing, a continual burn. That was this past summer as I traveled about taking in new sights. Hiking in Nature.
That collective place, that I call the “Real World,” where I feel at home.
There was a crescendo, however. You might say. A peak. Not a turning point, and it wasn’t like things diminished in anyway afterwards, but it was a stand out moment. The day I did the Green Lakes hike.
You see I had been building toward this adventure for a while. Slowing increasing my hiking distances. Acclimating to the higher altitudes. And while the trail markers seemed to indicate a shorter distance, they were wrong. I knew it by what maps revealed and planned accordingly.
This hike, while longer, reminded me of one I did in Montana. To Avalanche Lake. That hike was shorter in distance, but it similarly ended in a spectacular view. A total sense-flooding awe. A take-your-breath-away moment.
This new mission built from the Douglas Fir forest, to the many waterfalls, to the rainbow of wildflowers, to the lakes and surrounding mountains.
A sort of reach out and touch God journey.
Continue reading Spiritual Consumerism ????
I generally don’t post ramblings of daily activities on my blog. I usually find some subject matter, a central theme, and may weave several concepts together to compose something that is hopefully a little more interesting than what I had for dinner last night.
But my postings have been less frequent as of late, and the month of September has slipped by so fast. Why? Well, I would say I’ve been living more in the moment and trying to figure out a little more about my life path.
At least the short-term future.
Continue reading In the Moment
Or maybe I should say, old school style with modern outfitters . . .
As the gorge narrowed the wind picked up, and the air temperature noticeably dropped. The calming frequency of the soft rush of the water shifted timbre. Now cascading, surging ever faster downward, as the amplitude of the waves, both in size and pitch, increased to a deafening roar.
We hung on tight with both hands as the V-shaped bow and rigid hull sliced into the first wave, but the second was much larger. And the small vessel skirted straight up its crest, reminiscent of a mighty ocean sailing ship in a surging Atlantic storm, but in miniature.
At the oarsman’s skillful command, the boat shifted sideways as it rolled down into the trough in time for the next wave to crest high above our heads. Crashing down, completely drenching us, the flare of the hull offering no protection. Filling the open compartments to the frame’s brim.
Our laughter could be heard above the roar of the rapids as we bailed.
Continue reading The River – Old School
Photo: From my recent journey to the West Coast.
I have been told that mobile users are unable to see the “Feature Pic” when it is added on a desktop or laptop, so I’m including it in the text as well in hopes that mobile readers will be able to view it. WordPress does have its glitches.
On its continuous circle back to the sea . . .
As you know, I love words and phrases and the way people construct ideas. Sometimes it’s extremely creative, and other times, well, it gives me a nice laugh.
And, I’m back with another set of buzzwords for the workplace.
So, the new terms for today are “Micromoves,” Productive Distraction,” and “Arrival Fallacy.”
Continue reading All the Buzz at Work
There is a sort of calm that takes over as twilight turns to night sky.
As the sun sets, the nuclear fuel driving the shifting breezes subsides. The towering tree branches no longer swaying back and forth. Releasing their grips with neighboring limbs. As if some inaudible song had reached the outro of its final chorus and the dancers now return to their seats. Resting their mighty legs for tomorrows gyrations.
Continue reading First Camp
It’s been said that in order to write, one must read. And I get it. Not only do you learn how to compose by seeing other styles of writing and how words flow together, but you get ideas. And there are lots of ideas floating about out there.
Continue reading Trajectory
Yesterday, my post was about the need to get back out into Nature to promote both our physical and mental health. What constituted the path to true happiness. The outward journey to inner healing.
So I felt the need to balance that today with this quote about the inward journey. This is the toughest journey of all. And it’s something we often try to avoid. It can be a scary trek, but it’s also the most rewarding. Making contact with our spiritual selves. Without all of the distractions from the external world.
The quote is spot on. Sometimes people lose themselves. They become automatons. Traversing the same trails every day. Speaking in clichés. Allowing platitudes to fill the mind. Avoiding self-examination.
A little time spent in quiet meditation every day is a step to getting back in touch with our real selves. Unplug from the technological world. Disconnect from the external illusion and find your authentic soul.
Photo: I chose this pic because this isolated cabin in the Ozark mountains is a good analogy to our inner selves. Yes, in the material world it’s an external physical structure, but it can symbolically serve to represent our inner consciousness. Our soul. Our particle of awareness. Our gift from the Source.
It is surrounded by a vast external world of distraction and illusion where we often flee.
Come home and relax for a spell. Sit by the fireplace. Reconnect with your spiritual self. Expand your consciousness.
I actually stayed in this little cabin a few years back. It was a great place to get back to Nature. Away from the frenetic pace of modernity. And away from our self-generated hubris. Not only a place to heal in the outdoors, but a place to make that inward journey in peace and solitude.
I captured this image when I was on one of my hikes in the Northwest. High desert wildflowers were everywhere.
Many were flowers I had not seen before, like this one. Many others seem to be common all over the states.
I always wonder what evolutionary adaptations these plants have made to thrive in the area where they live. Is it the altitude, or the days’ photoperiods, or the temperature, or the elements in the soil, or the amount of precipitation? All combining to produce something with just the right colors and the perfect perfume to attract the pollinators that will ensure their reproduction.
And they interlink in the complex fabric of life so they help ensure other species’ survival. Even our own 🙂
I’ve been seeing a lot of articles and postings on the Net lately about Millennials. And a lot of it is very derogatory and carries an overall tone of blame. Blame for what? Apparently, there is a blame game now where if it looks like you’ll be delayed in reaching some of society’s dictated milestones, such as marriage, children, and owning a home, then you are defective.
In fact, people falling in this category are more than just defective. They are downright utter failures. And those in this generation acquiring a higher education are also called fools for racking up student loan debt.
Of course, if you visit the pages like LinkedIn, the general tone is that if you’re having difficulty achieving the American Dream, regardless of who you are but especially if you’re a Millennial, it’s because you are incompetent and lazy and simply haven’t learned to pull yourself up by your bootstraps. It’s also assumed that you do not know how to prioritize your purchasing power and always spend beyond your means.
If you were only like the commentator who walked 20 miles to school each day, uphill, both ways, and forwent buying so much as a candy bar until they could afford to buy a falling apart car with the money they earned mowing lawns and doing other odd jobs until they became a self-made . . . blah, blah, blah . . . judgmental bigot?
I find such types of gross over-generalizations to be pretty ignorant.
Continue reading Dragon !
By Harold Stearley at https://earthwalkingworld.wordpress.com
It’s hard to describe,
truly meeting someone.
When eyes open,
A special soul,
But there were many separations.
Space-time matrices to traverse,
Two nurturing souls.
A mystical wonderland.
Alive and pulsating.
An endless flood of sensation.
Then a withering flame.
A magical land,
Turned landscape of loneliness.
The dichotomy of dissonance.
With heart-tie gone,
There could be no gravity.
The mark on the map
was never the journey’s end.
The geography was never Earthbound.
The destination was her . . .
Photo: From light years ago. A special flame.