As you know, I’ve been away from the keyboards for a while now. I’ve been out breaking all of my previous hiking records. Not that those records were all that impressive to begin with, certainly not in comparison to people who have made truly long treks, like the Arizona Trail, or the Pacific Coast Trail, or the Appalachian Trail.
But to me, they are milestones.
I’m not only learning more about and experiencing Nature in its great diversity, which makes me really happy. 🙂 But I’m beginning to test my own limits and learning where I need to “tone-up.” Both physically and mentally.
I’ve also been able to disconnect for a while from the machines – the computers, the touch screens, the digital world.
And now it may be difficult to come back – at least in part.
You see, now I have severe questions about social media, its supposed purpose, and what’s actually happening with it.
Continue reading The FB Dilemma
Caltha leptosepala – The Alpine Marsh Marigold or the Elkslip Marsh Marigold
I always appreciate feedback and I was happily surprised again when Carol Hopkins nominated me for the Blogger Recognition Award. She, of course, received this herself and she deserves it. You’ll find some wonderful reading on her blog. Describing her blog, she says: “I write my blog to express ideas and opinions that just refuse to stay inside me.”
That’s a great reason for writing!
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A couple of days ago, I noticed that a reader had liked one of my posts from February. Now that’s a great thing because it wasn’t one of the stories that was “pinned” to my home page then. Generally speaking, our older posts drift backward in time and out of the spotlight as we write new ones. So the reader had to take a little time to hunt this one down. Or maybe they just stumbled upon it. Either way, I was happy they found it.
And then I noticed that this particular piece, Coffee, had one of the highest number of likes of all of my posts.
Continue reading Shuffled – “Here’s Looking at You Kid”
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
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!
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*
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 !
A couple of days ago my coffee pot died. It happens. Machines reach the end of their productive years just like us living, breathing beings. Usually sooner though. Entropy. That eternal state of decay.
Of course, when a machine bites the dust one of the things we think of is, “Did I get my money’s worth?” How many years did I get out of that coffee maker? Well, that sparked some memories. Not all that pleasant. And they began with the why.
Why did I get that coffee maker?
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Well the old brain is clicking along today. Somewhat dazed, but the ramblings in my head don’t go away – except maybe when I meditate.
It’s funny we go through life trying to find meaning, to discover an identity for ourselves, and yet try as we might, we, as beings, are kind of hard to define. And if we can’t even define ourselves, then how can we elucidate a purpose for this existence.
As I was listening to a song this morning the lyrics kind of hit home when I heard, “I don’t even need a name anymore, when no one calls it out, it kind of vanishes away.”
Continue reading Brain Games
We all misplace things from time-to-time. Car keys, your cell phone, a pair of glasses, a pen. Perhaps a favorite shirt. Of course, there is also the void. A vortex. That place where a single sock or the lids to our plastic containers seem to just vanish. To be swallowed up. Leaving behind the sad, unmatched partner, only to be discarded at a future date.
Their usefulness now lost . . .
And sometimes I think the spirits are messing with me. Because I search and search, retrace my steps, look in the same place multiple times, and there it is, my quarry, sitting in one of the same spots I’ve searched three times over. Only now it’s so obvious I can’t miss it if I tried.
I wonder ???
Over the years, I’ve tried to keep a copy of everything I’ve had published. It’s nice to have an electronic copy, but even better to have a hard copy. Something tangible. Something I can hold in my hands. Feel the texture of the paper. Smell the ink. Visualize the word placement. Hear the words as I read through them.
There’s something about the whole sensory experience that makes it more magical.
Continue reading A Worthy Trade