Tag: being

  • Poem – Ravaged

    an empty road cuts various swaths through empty, arid fields until it stops. an object prostrated exactly where the road ends, the fields border. this impasse familiar, repeated. beyond the body unknown landscape or wasteland. disconnected, detached we watch events unfold. again. unaware of the role we play. a vulture descends from nowhere wrapped in…

  • Northern Retreat

    The race we race each day has left tire tracks upon myself.  Time to get away and seek refuge along the shore of Lake Superior.  Though the leaves long ago were swept from the trees, the skeletons left in the wake shimmered against the deep blue and cloudless sky.  What burdens were carried here, quickly…

  • Article – Secrets for a Good Nights Sleep

    The following article is from The Mountain Training School (email: [email protected]).  In the good faith department, I have known Ben, the founder and director of The Mountain Training School, for a few years and was a client of his on a trip in Alaska. I asked him if I could repost this article, and am…

  • Lost Time?

    Another work week comes to a close, and I realize the things I have missed lately, forgotten, and things waiting quietly on the night stand.  The common phrase in these instances, besides just plain being busy, is that time flies.  Of course, logically time flows at the same speed, at in the directions, no matter…

  • Return to a Previous Life

    Where do passions and obsessions come from?  And, do they feed or lead one into the other? One day I awoke with thoughts of prairies and open fields, stretching for miles, right into the setting sun casting burning red rays across the landscape.  I was not sure where this came from, and why.  Over time,…

  • Poem Leftovers, Part 2

    (1) Within the space of silent wandering what falls away can be forgotten yesterdays discarded paper of a lost time the experience rolled into the collective. they say you are the culmination of yesterday, today and tomorrow. if you hold dearly to the past you will never know the path. the mirror’s purpose is only…

  • Strings

    Thin threads of particles exert influence individually move planets collectively. I grasp the air and return with nothing. Theories and postulations abound to define and bring forth what is missing what is unknown, what we assume. I imagine them not stainless steel cylinders, smooth and reflective like calm water but tiny trees with spindly limbs…

  • Quantum Awareness – Part 1

    If we use logic to define the Nothing, then a response must include logic. If I asked God – “Where did you come from, how did you get here?”. I would expect them to respond – “From nothing”. This I understand and this makes sense to me when I think about what is it that…

  • The Glassmaker is…

    calling to me.  I guess I should back up from here.  What is actually calling me, is me.  My internal sense of where I am in life, how I live each day, is awake .  It is uneasy with the current state of the within and without.  It is pushing back to the surface all…

  • Where

    It seems I have been lost in the ether again.  The weather here has been chaotic, oscillating within days between mid-summer and early fall.  My thoughts seem to follow this pattern and are in synch with the weather, as my writing has gone from productive to nothing and everything in between. Recent events, including a…