In the past couple of years or so, a small cohort of friends and I have entered into our retirement phases. Retirement from careers, that is, not life. In fact, one might say life begins anew at this time.
We suddenly have time to do the things we want. Of course, we have to figure what those are.
And I was having a discussion with one of those friends yesterday about this very topic because he asked me to read over a article he had written about his experiences and how he is now free of the toxic environment in which he worked. It’s a good piece and I hope he publishes it somewhere.
If you’re a Facebook friend you will have already seen this, but here is the reply I sent him after reading his piece. With a couple of minor edits and spacing added for flow . . .
Continue reading A Moment of Reflection – WTF!
Yesterday, I posed an open-ended question regarding women’s and men’s gender roles and the concepts surrounding modernity’s spin on “re-awakening” in these roles. And the comments have been great and insightful!
But before I travel down that path of personal pontification over what I believe I’m currently witnessing in this regard, I wanted to relay another story. A story about a matriarchal society. And in some ways, I’m not sure it’s accurate to call it that.
Perhaps “balanced” is a better word.
Now I love aboriginal creation stories. Some people refer to these as myths, but I would say no one story is better conceived than any other and we might all learn something if we stop and take a breath once and a while. Open ourselves up to wider perspectives. Expose ourselves to other cultures and different avenues of thought, reasoning, creativity, and belief.
Continue reading Tse’itsi’nako – “Thought Woman” Being Woke – Part 1
So, I’m walking backwards today. I’ve often said I do things backwards in life, in terms of my career growth, progression of tackling various challenges, both mental and physical, etc. But today, I’m applying this to writing a post for the blog.
I usually get some type of thought bubble, stumble upon related materials and then try to link them all together. A draft comes together. I polish and post it. And I enjoy, and learn from, the comments that follow.
Today, I’m going to ask for comments before I write. Yes, the backwards approach.
Continue reading Query
Photo: Part of the Yellowstone River as it winds its way through Hayden Valley.
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
Living the in the mundane is definitely a death sentence.
Photo: Hiking in the mountains in the borderlands.
Is writing about writing, writing?
Strange question perhaps, but I think I’ve mentioned somewhere before in a post that writing about the techniques of writing is not the same as “storytelling.” And I really do love storytelling.
Continue reading Debabelization – Our Webs of Words
Lately I’ve read some interesting blogs pointing out just how insignificant we, as humans, are. And I’ve read others about just how meaningful life is. I guess opposites attract 😊
Frankly, I’m torn, because these thought experiments bring me back to another interrelated concept and that is “purpose.”
Just what purpose are we supposed to fulfill? Or, stated another way, why are we here?
Continue reading Soulmass
I was out of breath as I reached the top of the bluff. But it was worth the hike. I now had a falcon’s-eye view out over the South Fork of the Snake River. Absolutely beautiful.
The sprawling flood plain to the East was fully plowed and planted. Potatoes, wheat, and alfalfa. And maybe a few specialty crops lay low in the distance. Broccoli, cauliflower, rhubarb, and cabbage. Casting different hues of green. Forest green to fern, to mantis, to dark pastel, to castelton.
Continue reading Serpents and Milkweeds
The wind picked up as I hit the fourth mile mark. The warm breeze wrapped around my face and lifted upward and to the East.
It had been a cool fifty degrees when I started my trek an hour and a half earlier, but once the sun crested thirty degrees above the horizon the temperature had been in a steady climb and was fueling the wind gusts that reminded you that the invisible vapor we breath is a powerful force. One not to misjudge. It is tornado season after all.
Continue reading The Star Beneath Our Feet
A number of days past, I made a post titled Wildflowers where I pondered the evolutionary adaptations of plants. How their beauty, shape, and the perfume of their flowers attract certain pollinators to ensure the propagation of their species.
Naturally, I simply enjoy their beauty, regardless of how it came to be. 😊
Then yesterday, I stumbled upon an article discussing the theories of “adaptive adornment” versus “arbitrary beauty.”* And I must admit, those terms are much more scientific and deliberately descriptive than my own ponderings.
It seems that Darwin had a second theory apart from natural selection – sexual selection.
Continue reading Beauty – Adaptive or Arbitrary
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’ve been doing a lot of stumbling lately.
I really like that word. Its main definition is about walking in an unsteady manner, being clumsy, to almost fall, or to make an error. Blunder. But I like the other definition, that of unexpectantly coming upon something – like truth.
Now that’s no error. That’s magic.
Continue reading Call of the Wild*