I have known that I am a wind element for most of my life. I remember being a child in England and walking on the Moores. My family would be with me but as a often wandered off by myself i would inevitably find myself breaching a wall or standing atop a rock outcropping. The wind would hit my face and for a short time i was free.
Free to be carried over hills and through Vally's. Free to glide with a force so strong it could lift me to the highest vantage point. The coast was never far away and as i call out to the world below me i knew that i could travel in any direction, to claim my freedom.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Live on the Wind
Monday, February 22, 2010
Simple
I thought it would be easy to write more this year. To find a simplicity that many people spend an entire lifetime searching for and open my mind to it. To learn to see beauty in everything around me and appreciate things for what they are, not what they can become.
Though it is not easy, as i think more of what i want to see the garden landscape around my property grow into, its as if i am afforded glimpses of a more peaceful world. A universe of possibilities where whether it be the natural balance of a moss covered rock or a single leaf on an all so ordinary tree. I believe it is less that i am beginning to see as it is I am beginning to appreciate...
The perfect imperfection of nature
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Take a deep breath and jump
Okay so up until now of my posts have been sparks of imagination. Stories pulled entirely from imagination or from past experiences.
With the coming new year, I would like to start fresh and a little change. To not only write more of what i am thinking or doing.. but something more interesting for my many many followers to read. Yes Izzy im taking about you.
I hope to incorporate more pictures along with conversational text. So i hope you enjoy and i hope i can keep up with my own aspirations.
Until then.
Maybe
Maybe its the season
Maybe its the music
Maybe its being in love
Maybe its family
But i cant help but chair dance in my cube these days.
Life is!... love it
Monday, December 14, 2009
The difference
Some of us spend all day looking at a computer screen or talking with people we have never met through a digitally converted analog signal. Others, people unlike myself have the good fortune to work with their hands and minds. To have true textile relationship with the world.
Is it better to live in a virtual world of bits and computer impulses Or to have the ability to create something that inspires imagination.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
What are you waiting for?
It was a question i asked the universe recently and a thousand lifetimes answered. We all have things we want or need, not always for ourselves but one way or another, for one reason or another we all wait.
So ask yourself..... What are you waiting for?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Change
So its been an eternity since i wrote anything in here or anywhere for that matter... But the best time to start something good is now. So here goes.
Once a long time ago I used to listen to music and hear, well just music. Rhythm, lyrics, drum beet etc. You know what i mean, you just hear it for what it is.
Then i started paying more attention to music. Learning scales, chords, Major and Minor notes, minor 7ths.... and slowly music became more than it was. to the point where two days ago while driving home from work and listening to an acoustic rendition of a song on the radio. I had to change the channel because believe it or not the person singing was out of tune.
On top of that i am really trying to start a new hobby of working with Bonsai trees. I'm planning to start my first plants this spring but i have been reading a lot about the different styles of plants and how to train them into their miniature version. Studying how they develop in real life and ways to simulate age. How to Jin a tree or craft the root system on a grafting.
Now as with the music i see trees differently, I see not only what they are but what i would do to them in miniature. and not just the tree as a whole but each branch which has the opportunity to become a plant to itself. I hope this is a good thing and nature doesn't look poorly at me for thinking i could create more from what it has worked so hard to create already.
R.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Time for souls, Life and square holes.
Okay so its been a long time since i wrote in here. Don't ask me why because i don't have an answer. sometimes there are words craving to escape beyond my reach. Other times the words are content to live around me and take turns being used each day but without any need to become more.
In those times i see life as the moment before. Its like standing in front of a drum with the entire universe waiting for you to strike the first note. The drum itself is tense with anticipation. You look at the surface and know that once you strike your note... that is it.. you cant take it back. And so you wait. hearing all the wonderful tones it can produce in your mind and letting each one fall around you to absorb into the earth. Which one feels right... which ones will ring just enough.
That's when the challenge hits you, If you slow your world, block out your daily noise. The drum will tell you.... you will hear its favorite note before you play it.
So as is life... listen for the correct note before you play and you will love the song life plays for you. Then once the song starts, don't hold back. Play with all you have and love each note... for each one begs for the next and the next and the next. Soon the universe will begin playing along with you. blending your song in with its own and smiling at you for adding your verse to its song.
R.
Friday, June 5, 2009
small stone in a big world
Some of us cause giant waves through this world. Others more of a ripple. So far my life has caused ripples far off in the corner of a world full of water.
But for me. That's enough. I have a wonderful family, more than i have ever wanted. We laugh together, we play together, we cry together. we do all that a person does in a lifetime.. but we do it together.
If Life is what you make it.. My life is good.
R
Friday, May 22, 2009
Rings
These circles of gold surround our souls
An outward symbol of an inward word,
guiding us and whispering through the moments of our lives
when all things are seen. When we breath in each other
when the threads of our lives entwine into one single thought
A single direction as two rocket tails held together though pure will
Nature in only a wisdom it understands created us and we them,
forged from light and earth, water and air they are us
And now through them we can see ourselves, see our future
See our past and we know.
That when our wives give us a picture to write about...
sometimes its just because she doesn't want to. :)
R.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
smile and say passport
So I have to get my passport renewed. Fun, fun fun. I went and had a new photo taken a few weeks ago and then read the instructions on how to pose for a passport photo.
Lets just say that when i selected a photo and said.. Hmmm i like that one, it makes me look more human. Well i should have gone with the other.
I had a new one taken today. I would say that i look stoic.. My wife says i just look mean.
I suppose I'm thankful that my passport is just the governments representation of me. The me who would smile, the me who will smile at the customs officer and not let them see what they try to make me.
So smile away people of the world... smile and let them wonder.
R.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
To wake up
My wife showed me a video she found today where 50 people were asked where they would want to wake up tomorrow morning.
It is an interesting question but what was more interesting was watching the responses. Several were nervous to know they were about to even be asked a question. Would they get it right? would they look like a fool? Little did they know that the only right answer was what they said at that moment for themselves.
Most answers came with a smile and it was good to see that so many were to be right here, where i am right now with who i am with. Others wanted to be in Paris, or in space. Tahiti, or on the beach in the tropics.
Me?
I would want to wake up with my wife's arm around me on the first day we were married. In a mountain cabin and with the rest of our lives together ahead of us.
Where would you like to wake up tomorrow?
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Ramble
If you have never seen a movie called Dan in real life. I strongly recommend watching it. give yourself time to focus on the movie and have the house as quiet as possible.
Its not that i think this is the best movie in the world. No Oscar nominations or Grammy awards. But it will touch you (and not in a weird uncle) kind of way... It shows the normal dysfunctional family that loves without needing a reason. Where lives are not perfect but are tolerable. Where the threads of hope cross our path and are acknowledged instead of being stepped over.
Give it a shot... then give someone you love a hug.
Good day.
R.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sweet lines
My wife recently introduced me to some of the more unique blogs she has found in her morning browsing.
Taking the time to read over a couple myself this morning i noticed something. the ones that truly catch my eye are the ones that are unique in the lack of darkness. or to state it more appropriately. Those with an abundance of light, everything has a bright side, everything comes with a smile.
There are many gifted writers, photographers, artists but those who can find the joy in each moment are truly gifted.
Rejoice in life ,smile, laugh, sing, hum if you must. But find the fun in life.
R.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Half
What halves are there in our lives. Those inescapable glasses being half full or half empty. Half the time we need and half the energy to get there. Half as much worry as i probably should have. Half as many times spent smelling the roses.
Though often pushed to one side or another we do have a choice. If you see your glass as half full then offer it to someone who needs a drink. If you only have half the time you think you need then have fun and you will have fully accomplished your goal. If you have half the energy, then let your inner child have more room to play.
There is a full life in the halves we have and do. Enjoy them all.
R
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wagon
The wagon rolls on, never stopping never wavering from its path. I ride for a time, happy in my ability to go the course. Talking and laughing with fellow passengers.
Then a rut or turn shakes me free and i fall. Sitting on the rocky path a little dazed i watch the wagon roll. Trundling slowing and steadily on. It looks so inviting, beckoning for me to return. Just get up.... two short steps and you will be there.
How many times should i climb back on i ask.
Through the silence i hear a voice so familiar, As many as it takes.. i say
R.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Lost
I could feel the scream starting far down within my soul. Rising from the depths and waiting for its time to unleash on the earth. She held my hand and I was lost in how to take away the pain. Give me a battle, show me a foe and i will tear them limb from limb. Cry and i can not breath.
I saw your spirit fall and I died a little because i could not catch it in time.
I love you
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Flight
As if the world closed in around me i fell back through many lifetimes, Big cats, Timber Wolves, and finally the bird of prey.
I can feel the wind as is rushes beneath my wings, flexing them as i ride the currents high above my terrain. No boundary to define where i can fly and no desire to come back to rest on the earth. I feel no ties to the planet below me except as a form of sustenance.
No worries of dates or deadlines. No existence of days of a week. At dawn.. the flight begins, soaring higher and further, twisting and turning with the currents that are almost visible in their desire to exist.
Close you eyes, breath deep and fly with me.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Amazing
A day spent with someone you care about
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Inspiration
We all find inspiration from any number of sources in our lives. Whether from television (yuck)or other blogs, from people we know or from our own imaginations. The source doesn't really matter. Whats important is that we find it, cherish it and learn its warm embrace.
We push ourselves to be better, to waste less time with useless things, to find the funny side of any story or even to find the story in every picture.
Sometimes however it can all be as simple as.......
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
Think about it the next time clouds roll in and make your choice.
R
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Days of nights
There was a time when I preferred nights over days. They are quiet, moments of solitude. The curtains once closed and though they are mere flimsy pieces of cloth they can hold back an entire universe of humanity.
Turning out lights and bundling up on the couch under your favorite blanket to wait for the vanish to begin. For the world to begin overlooking you and allow you to vanish into the space between breaths. To live if only for a short while in a world between one blink and another. Not existing enough to send even the slightest ripple through the universe around you.
That is my time. Its in those few moments when the quiet is so loud and the faintest of lights can blind. When clocks seem to thunder the passing of time and even the plants whisper the secrets they have guarded for so long.
So sit with me in this moment of moments and just before you drift into invisibility. Smile, as we few know that to vanish is to see and to see is to live.
R.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Yes
I met a woman who taught me to see. Yes
She brought me a family who taught me to love. Yes
They surround me with life that feeds my soul. Yes
So Time now has purpose and everything has time. Yes
Where once there was silence now there lives laughter. Yes
Where once there was lonliness now there lives friends. Yes
I learned that Imagination is now accepted as real. Yes
That Creativity wraps her arms around me with a smile. Yes
And all because.........
I met a woman who taught me to see.
Yes.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Inhale the world
The hike had been long and quiet. Several hours had passed since roads, cars, daily life, and everything man created faded into footsteps long since forgotten. As the day reached its zeinath i entered the treeline again, ever curious of what lay on the other side.
As sky and light encroched into the shadow world of woods and sweet pungent decay. I break free of their vertical existance. Rocks as old as the earth stand before me, watching over the vally below as they have always done. Beconning me to become one with them and survey their realm, accepted as part of the planet for just one heartbeat in its long existance. As i stood atop the highest peak wind rushes over me.
Closing my eyes and slightly tilting my face to the sky i can feel the world breath with me. Filling my lungs as it feeds my soul, washing the clouds from my mind and leaving me fresh with the pure gift mountain winds offer.
Its going to be another good day.
R.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Blink 2
Several years ago while driving into work one morning. It was very early, perhaps 3:00 am, as i often worked when i couldnt sleep. A car apeared in my rear view mirror. It was gaining on me fast and often strayed across the white lines.
As it approched i pulled over into the farthes lane to avoide the must be drunk driver heading home. Then, as they passed along side me, time slowed. I looked into the cab of the small pickup truck.
The driver was wide eyed, both hands firmly gripping the wheel. A look of terror on his young unshaven face. Beside him, a woman. One hand on his arm, the other on the passenger door. Both feet up on the dash, her face red with all the emotion she had within her. A baby was on its way.
As time approached full speed again, they pulled off the interstate at the Rex hospital exit and sped off into a new life.
An hour later as i sat at my desk attempting to quieten my breathing and scribing topo lines within 4/1000 of an inch. I thought of the two, now becoming three. As my life was calm theirs was hectic. I smiled... Its going to be a good day.
R.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Secret Sunshine
Here I sit on a North Carolina rainy winter day. The trees are dark against a misty grey sky, motionless in their absence of leaves. The air visably cold as it searches for paths into my home.
Then as the one I waited all my life to find comes into the room her secret glimse of sunshine follows. And though she may not know why or how, she warms the essence of life within me and guards me against the cold of winter.
R.
Its good to be home
Once, not so long ago I used to wake on a weekend morning and then spend the next couple of hours listening to nothing. Just letting the day come alive around me and being an observer more than a participant.
Today. Everyone in the house is sitting with a laptop on or beside them. Phones are chiming the welcome tone of new emails. lights are all LED or florescent and though its different...
Its good to be home.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Swimming in glue
For reasons unknown to myself. i only slept 3 hours last night. All day i have been swimming in glue, there but not there. Having to force myself to focus on one moment at a time. Knowing that at any point, if i stop moving i will fall. Fall through consciousness into a world of slow silence.
Sleep is now calling, reaching and imploring me to follow its alluring shadow dance.
3
2
1
gone.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Alone in a crowded field
It was cool that morning. I was in Colorado and going for a day hike along one of Pikes Peaks less used trails. The plan was to hiked alone that day, as I have done many times and I was looking forward to spending some alone time. There is something about being the only living human for miles to allow you to breath easier to open your awareness to nature and your surroundings.
As I walked that day and our so called beloved civilization faded father and father behind me I began to find myself again. Each step transporting me toward my still unknown destination and away from all the troubles of the world. From here on there would be no technology, no phones, no interruptions. Just the sound of my own breathing and the slow steady thump of my boots on centuries old soil. Minutes turned into hours and still I walked. Finally I reached a break in the aspens i had now been walking through for the last hour. As i reached the center of that opening in the wild, i stopped for a moment, taking time to rest and look at what now surrounded me.
The sky was the purest blue and as it reaches its fingers down into the tree canopies each leaf seemed to bask in the warmth of the sun it provided. The tall grasses seem to move in slow waves from the edge of the trees out into the open and then dance and swirl with all the freedom nature could provide without direction or purpose.
How perfect it was to be alone here, finally far enough from the trail head that i no longer heard any signal than man existence.
As i stood absorbing the sights around me i decided that sight alone was not enough to truly experience the peace and tranquility that existed here and that i should give other senses a chance to experience this wonderfully peaceful space. So i closed my eyes and opened my awareness. Probably for the first time in eons i let all my guards down and simply opened myself to the earth. At first all i heard was my own breathing and beating heart, still slowing from the exertion of walking at higher elevations. But now listening to it i was able to bring the calmness that surrounded me deeper into myself.
Time no longer existed, nowhere to go, nothing to do but become part of what I had been so adamant about finding. A chance to become something more than a blind passing stranger. So i waited and waited and finally I felt my senses begin to melt out father from me as if they were tendrils of smoke escaping the confines of gravity, letting my once hard defined outer shell expand and merge into the mountain.
It was then that nature seemed to accept me. The grasses began to whisper far off to my left then passed its secret from blade to blade thousands at a time moving across to the right and then sweeping back to the left and rushing through me as it continued on its journey. Still father out, reaching to the edge of existence the Aspen leaves clicked quietly as they twisted and twirled in the mountain breeze. Tapping each other as they twist.
To be continued..
Blink 1
As pen strikes paper for the first time and the first letter is formed, words begin to flow from imagination to paper. Open your eyes, open your mind and welcome to my world.
Enjoy