August 21, 2017 12:02 PM
Mystics and photographers share a common interest: the Light is everything to them.
I sat in the doorway of my van and watched the Light gradually soften and fade. I felt the inevitable. … Read more…
I sat in the doorway of my van and stared out over the river. The contrast between the beauty of Nature and the divisiveness of the online world stuck me.
Why are so many people angry today? Why does it seem like everyone is attacking anyone whom they see as different?
The river burbled. The tall grass swayed. The clouds floated. Boundaries vanished and I expanded and disappeared and became One. Tao. Harmony. Peace.
And, from deep within the fog of my ancient memories, my Frog Master whispered:
Thoughts. Thoughts are Man’s blessing. Thoughts are Man’s curse.
A moose crossed the river.
Feeling blessed, feeling guided, feeling… confirmed, I raised my camera and took a photo of him.
And all the while, the river burbled contently.
After uploading yesterday’s post, I found myself climbing behind the wheel. This often happens. I just find myself leaving. I didn’t know where I was going. I thought, “Maybe I’m going to Santa Fe. Maybe that BLM land I know of north of there. Maybe Albuquerque for some big city life.”
I didn’t know where. I just knew I was going.
Two weeks ago I purchased an annual camping pass for New Mexico state parks, but for the last couple of days I’ve been camped out alone on national forest land.
I find that solitude—particularly in nature—acts like a catalyst for inspiration. The stillness, the vastness, the peacefulness, … the energy—it stimulates the creative process. Through nature, Her whispers are more clearly heard and appreciated. Patterns arise and ideas clarify. … Read more…
I signed up for the New Mexico parks pass today. $225 for a year’s worth of camping. I doubt I’ll stay in NM for the whole year, but after three weeks, the camping is basically free. Plus, if you sign up toward the first of the month (as I did today), you get 13 months instead of 12.
Showers, water, trash pickup, toilets, picnic tables, clean sites, … I feel like I’m staying in a resort.
I’m so easy to please.
As I made my way back to Phoenix, as I sought to find a place Morrissette had told me about, as I thought about visiting my family next week, just then a tall dust devil appeared in front of me and I recognized how far from anything I was and I thought, “I’m the only person who sees you,” and She whispered:
Everything is temporary. Everything but us.
And as the whirling column faded away into nothing, I whispered back, “I see you… I see you everywhere.”
Sometimes She sings it to me. Sometimes I sing it to Her: I See You.
I guess in the end… it’s all the same.
Every new year I go through the previous year’s photos. Here are my favorites from 2016.
You may not see it, but I can tell I was distracted by the book. Some good one’s though.
With a couple medical appointments in Cottonwood over the next couple weeks, I’m headed in that direction. Plus I want to shoot some videos for the book in Sedona. With the cooler (colder) weather, I’m hoping Sedona isn’t too crowded (the noise of OHV’s roaring by kind of takes away from the spiritual vibe).
The key to kindness isn’t Love. Love is a requirement for kindness, but it’s not the key.
The key to kindness is to be proactive.
As I was leaving a Starbucks this morning, I heard a slurring voice—a voice with pain and suffering in it—off to my left asking someone for some spare change. As I glanced over, the couple acted like they didn’t hear the poor woman and hurried away. … Read more…
As of this moment, 14 of the 35 people who promised to review Mystical Oneness and the Nine Aspects of Being have indeed reviewed it. 4.8 stars! Excellent.
As for the other 21 people, I was conflicted. Their promised two weeks has passed and I wasn’t sure how to address this issue. Sure, I’d like them to review the book, but do I want the inner discord of pestering them? In the end, I decided it wasn’t worth it. So that’s the end of that. … Read more…