The Birthday was good. Morton Peak is a fire tower in real life, but it was my tree house for a night. Getting there is a challenge, not for a city slickers vehicle. Made me love the old white truck as we rattled over deep ruts and gullies climbing high above San Bernadino on the way to Big Bear Mountain. Wildflowers abound - so unusual for this ( Read more... )

a friend of mine on Facebook posts some amazing poetry - I loved this ( Read more... )

Everyone is overridden by thoughts;
that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
At times I give myself up to thought purposefully;
but when I choose,
I spring up from those under its sway.
I am like a high-flying bird,
and thought is a gnat:
how should a gnat overpower me?

the documentary.
hopefully will get to see it this weekend.

"I am quite aware that, where-ever our socalled civilization has slithered, there's every reward and no punishment for unbeing. But if poetry is your goal, you've got to forget all about punishments and all about rewards and all about selfstyled obligations and duties and responsibilities etcetera ad infinitum and remember one thing only: that it's ( Read more... )

From Padiwack ( Read more... )

What is hidden in our chests?
Laughter.

What else?
Compassion.

Don't ask what love can make or do!
Look at the colors of the world!

before the day starts officially - cool gray dawn with birds singing.

when someones asks what to do
light the candle their hand.

friday night - yoga ( Read more... )