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Editor’s Note

A while back I asked for feedback on whether it would be a good idea to monetize my blog.   I really didn’t feel like doing it.  I like the way my blog is without out the craziness of advertisements.  But I wanted to hear from more of you because a few others had suggested that to me. 

I thank you all for your feedback.  And as you can see, no advertisements have leached, or leeched, their way onto my pages or into my posts.  🙂

Today, I’m searching for something else.  Honest criticism. 

Something about one of my past posts brought about exactly this.  It seems that post triggered this respondent in a way I had not imaged at all. 

I had given a rendition of an experience.  A purely factual account that I believe contained no judgment nor casted any aspersions towards any particular person, persons, groups, or entities.  With the exception, perhaps, of a government entity.  Even then, I only mentioned how that government was hiding its actions that favored the wealthy over the poor.  It did not criticize those less fortunate people.

But much to my surprise, this individual seemed to be reading much more into the language I chose and apparently received a completely different message than I intended to deliver. 

Right or wrong, I extended my apologies.

You see, this type if feedback is quite welcome.  Because it is good to consider if you’re getting your message across.  If you chose the right words.  And if your words provoked other unanticipated feelings.

Everyone enters into this world of words with different experiences, different assumptions, different teachings, different reflections.  Keeping this in mind, the differentiated reader must try to remember that, as a friend of mine most aptly pointed out, I’m relaying, or trying to relay, my story. 

Not theirs.    

Hopefully you all will enjoy my stories, as great or as trivial as they may be.  And hopefully, I will be able to use words to carry you into the diverse facets of those stories so you can see what’s going on through My Eyes.

Now, because feedback is so important to adjusting our directional compasses, I invite you all to register any and all of your insights at any time.  Feel free to be the grammar police.  Or to call out my typos.  Or tear apart my content.  Rip into it!

You’ll not hurt me.

I learned a long time ago when I was publishing through other entities that the Editor’s cuts and rearrangements often gave more power to my story.  Less words added greater dimension. I learned a lot about words through their insights and judgments and seeing which words were tossed into the wastebasket. 

I consider this space of mine to be open to constructive suggestions.  So, feel free to fire away.  Send me your Editor’s Notes, your blue pen strike-throughs, your perceptions and objections.  I’m sure I will learn much from your thoughts as we hike along on these parallel trails in this vast Universe.

In Metta

Photo: An interesting little mining town out West. It is a place where I feel at home. Yet I find myself now doing just the opposite of what I desired just a few years ago. Digging into a place, not pictured, where I never intended to stay. Such is life and it’s practical limitations.

Oh, and a big shout out to NASA and the Mars Perseverance Rover !!!

Erasing Negative Karmic Traces – चत्वारि

I’ve tried to explain the feelings that we get when we come upon a place that stimulates all of our senses so much that we are basically overloaded. 

Not in a bad way, but rather a feeling of awe. 

So much beauty that it takes your breath away.  So much beauty that the internal dialog in our heads is actually brought to a complete stop.  Our minds will move beyond seeing, beyond touching, beyond tasting, beyond hearing, and beyond our sense of smell.  Beyond all feeling!  We are essentially pulled into a different level of consciousness and perception.

And it feels good.

Spellbound, we just want to stay forever in that place of total contentment.  But then again, different people may react differently.  

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Why Do We Blog ?

Right now I’m working on several posts, and in one in particular I ran across an interesting diversion. So I’m not yet sure where that story will take me. Or you later once I post it. 🙂

I the mean time, I figured I should write a post about why I started blogging. Or just writing in general. I think this one came from a writing prompt a while back and I simply forgot to post my response.

So here goes . . .

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A Jumble of Ideas

Wow!  Lately things have been a bit crazy for my mind.  Or maybe it’s like this all the time. 😊

All the cylinders are firing at once as I’ve been working on multiple things. 

New residence Ideas.  New ways to combat health issues.  New ideas for travel destinations.  A “Castle of Memories” and sorting through many of those memories in picture form.  Deep Introspection. 

So many things I want to write about.  It’s left me in a state of confusion, and a sort of passive paralysis. 

In the background of all this mental masturbation are the insane politics the US is going through, and the needless, self-generated, social unrest. 

You can empathically feel the tension.  The anger.  And it is all so unnecessary.  

And draining.

It’s just a little hard to concentrate right now.

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Are You . . . ?

There’s a lot to be said for living on the road.

In motion.

Breaking free from all of those forces we allow to hold us down.  Those voices that tell us that we can’t fly.

To live in the moment.  See, hear, feel, smell, and even taste those expansive vistas that take us to other worlds.  That show us there is so much more to life than just a material existence.

And while we are breathing in such vastness in the physical and metaphysical worlds, there is also a lot of time for introspection.  Visiting that inner, mental world.   Of equal breadth.  Time for looking deep within, into our brilliance and our shadows and . . . judging.

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Hello Dear Friends

Hello to all my friends in cyberspace!  I wanted to apologize for not being around lately.

You see, I’m in the middle of a Walkabout.

Traveling season.

It is a bit different this year since we are confronted with COVID-19.  Social distancing, per se, has not changed in my wilderness hikes, but it has definitely shaped travel and I do miss out on the human contact and story exchanges that I would normally have at the end of the day in some public forum.

I’m changing locations more frequently this year too.

Less of a base camp and more of an eternal romp.

I’ve also been in many places where I’ve had no connectivity.   Being unplugged does have some nice advantages.  For one, I’ve not missed all of the hateful commentary perfusing the Net.  I’ve also been able to meditate easier, although one can travel internally too far if one is not careful.

I’ll write that story later and tell about how Mother Earth dramatically called my attention to it and how I needed to be “grounded.”  Still healing . . .

On a metaphysical level, for the past couple of years, the Bear has been visiting me in various forms.  And this continues with a new materialization this season.  I’ve recently been blessed with watching some Elephant Seals and I discovered that Marine Mammals, known as “Pinnipeds,” or the “Fin-Footed Ones,” all descend from a common Ancestor called “Enaliarctos.”

Which means “Bear of the Sea.”

It had Bear-like teeth and used flippers to swim.

Apparently the Spanish settlers in California called Pinnipeds “Lobos Marinos.” Or, “Sea Wolfs.”

So comparisons to land mammals is how we land creatures relate.  At least we recognized the power of these mighty apex predators.

Whatever you wish to call them, they are amazing.  Breathing and breeding on land, spending months in motion amongst the waves on the hunt, and being able to withstand the ocean’s crushing pressures for extended periods.  Quite the adaptations.

Us Two-Leggeds might learn a thing or two from these guys.

So anyway, I am crafting stories in my head as I go, but it will be a little while before I get them on “paper.”

Please don’t disappear or give up on me.  I will return . . .

LOGOz

Photo: The Pale Evening Primrose.  I encountered these beauties in the bottom of the Grand Canyon.  They are armed with very sharp thorns.  The Beauty and the Beast 🙂

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Sitting Still . . .

Maybe you can remember your parents hollering at you to “SIT STILL!!”  I sure can.  As kids, we were in constant motion.  Whirring about even if seated.

No time to waste, we got to move!

It took a massive amount of energy just to hold all the body parts in place.  And if the body was mostly stationary, then our mouths were constantly running.  And our minds.

“BE QUIET!!”

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Hiatus

. . . pause or gap in a sequence, series, or process, pause, break, interval, interruption, suspension, intermission, interlude, gap, lacuna, lull, respite, breathing space, time out, recess . . .

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Calm

As he was pulled backward, I saw my chance.  Even through my half-swollen eyes.

I fired off two right punches, as hard as I could, and they found their mark on his left jaw.  The look on his face turned from anger to full-blown rage as I turned and bolted down the stairs . . .

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Where is “Away?”

I think I was about six years old when one of my brothers and I decided to run away from home.

Was this foreshadowing?

I have two brothers, and the one closest in age to me had gotten into some spat with my mom.  Dad, the Lieutenant Colonel, was at the Air Base working, and I’ve no doubt that it was my brother who had misbehaved.  He wasn’t taking the motherly admonishment too well.  And there is always that dreaded, “Wait until your father gets home” threat.

Dad was the enforcer.

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