The Moment (I AM Aspect)

Six Hours Later

Six Hours Later


October 9, 2016 8:57 AM

In Spiritually Incorrect Enlightenment, Jed McKenna wrote

I look upon Civil War hospitals and Nazi death camps and children’s burn wards with the same eye with which I look upon bursting gardens and starswept nights and laughing babies.

I wonder how he’d “look upon” pliers to his testicles type pain? … Read more…

The Bird

Of Snow and Ice and Light

Of Snow and Ice and Light


October 3, 2016 4:06 PM

I awoke to white. To a layer of snow and ice. It explains why I have the camp all to myself—everyone else is smarter than me. Or they are lousy photographers. Because when the weather is bad, the shooting is always so very good.

I climbed out of bed and dressed and stepped outside. It was cold, but not that cold, not enough to head back inside. The air was so still. What is it about mornings like this? The silence? The solitude? The beauty? I love them, I love the feel of them. She—the Divine, my Lover—lies so close, just below the surface, just below visual perception. It is mornings like this where the artist senses Her—sees Her. On mornings like this, the artist feels compelled to paint Her or write about Her or put Her to music. Or he lifts his camera in a futile attempt to capture Her beauty. … Read more…

East Then West Then South

Can You See Her?

Can You See Her?


September 30, 2016 3:29 PM

With nowhere to be, I passed straight through John Day and figured I’d continue onto Idaho. 20 miles later, while deep in a national forest looking for a place to camp, I got a flat.

My Fix-a-Flat didn’t fix the flat so I resorted to changing it the old fashioned way. Not a big deal. I’ve changed a million flats, but this was my first experience with Serenity and the whole winched spare tire under the truck thing—that was the hardest part, getting the spare de-winched. I think I’ll pick up one of those tire-hole-plugger kits next time I remember.

I slept on the mountain. It was cool and comfortable and pleasant. … Read more…

Drifting, Writing, and Thermoelectric Coolers

The View From Home

The View From Home


September 29, 2016 1:47 PM


I don’t know where I’m heading. I woke up this morning somewhere in the Ochoco National Forest, worked for a few hours on the book and am now drifting eastward. When (if) I hit John Day, OR will I head southwest toward the Sierras? South toward the deserts of Nevada? Southeast toward Utah? Or continue eastward to Idaho? I don’t know. Each has its appeal. Freedom is another word for too many choices. … Read more…

A Pseudo Homeless Issue

Home Is Where The Van Is

Home Is Where The Van Is


September 2, 2016 1:45 PM

I don’t usually get involved with—nor post about—van dwelling issues, but this one may interest those of you who are attracted to this lifestyle.

There is a federal law that says you can’t live on public, federal land. Camping is fine, living on it is a no-no. This is a concern for many full time RV’ers (the “forest residence” issue), but has never been a concern for me.

Below is an email thread exchanged earlier today with a full timing friend of mine.

Note: I mention Bob Wells in it, but let me clarify that I love and respect him and agree with 90% of the things he stands for (who agrees with everything anyone says?), just not the stay-in-one-camp-all-season practice. He’s helped countless, financially distressed people find a very practical and affordable alternative to homelessness and for that he’s practically a saint in my book. … Read more…

The Melody Of My Muse

The Fly and the Flower

The Fly and the Flower


August 26, 2016 1:41 PM

I finished up the Trans-Human tier section of the book yesterday. The Soul, the Mystic and the Witness (plus the front matter). This puts me about a week ahead of schedule. I had considered taking a road-trip up into Washington state, but decided against it.

I want to get this book done, and I’m kinda on a roll. So I think I’ll head back down to the Columbia River area again tomorrow and keep on doing what I’m doing.

The changing of scenery between mountain and river is working out well. I’ve got about a dozen campsites I stay at between them, so it’s easy to mix things up when I want to. After a few days, I start to get a little antsy, so it’s easy to move without taking away from the writing.

I like flowing along like this… to the melody of my Muse.

On Anger

I Always Have A Fallback Camp

I Always Have A Fallback Camp


August 5, 2016 4:50 PM

Today I grew angry. A couple pulled into my perfect spot, parked their big RV 15 feet from my rig and mat and chair and awning, and began setting up camp. They didn’t ask if it was okay, or if I minded. They didn’t come over and greet me.

They wouldn’t even meet my eye.

I asked myself, “How should I handle this from the TaoGod(I) Aspect?”

I simply broke camp and left. I was angry for a few minutes but then I found my way through.

It’s not perfect, but it worked:

I viewed the situation impersonally.Read more…

More Guys With Guns Trying To Intimidate

Where The Path Leads Is Uncertain

Where The Path Leads Is Uncertain


July 28, 2016 10:28 AM

The book is coming well. This new “focused version” is making it much easier to write. Or maybe it’s just the mountain.

Yesterday, I drove into town for some people time, then set up camp at this sweet spot I know, but last night—after dark—two guys set up their “camp” about 50 yards away and started firing their guns in what I guess was an attempt to drive me out. … Read more…


A Light Stone On A Medicine Circle

A Light Stone On A Medicine Circle


JUNE 30, 2016 5:20 PM

Garth came down from his campsite—a campsite I hadn’t known was there 12 hours ago—and asked me how I’d slept and I knew She’d whispered to him in the night. Spiritual people tend to pick up on Her vibe. … Read more…

I Love Mt. Shasta

Mendocino, CA

Mendocino, CA


JUNE 27, 2016 9:46 AM

After spending a few days in the mountains outside Forest Glen, I drove down (in elevation) through Redding (102 degrees), picked up some supplies and some lunch, then drove up (both in direction and elevation) to much cooler (in both temperature and vibe) Mt. Shasta.

I was here last fall and loved it, but it was getting too cold then so I didn’t stay long. A few moments ago, when the barista passed me a huge mug for coffee and told me the password for the wifi, ilovemtshasta, I replied, “So far, I do too.”

Lots of free camping close to a new-age town and a coffeeshop with big mugs. What’s not to love?

The photo above is not from here, obviously, it’s from Mendocino Headlands State Park. Just trying to catch up with Life, photo-wise.