Thursday, December 01, 2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Road trip.

Fun in high school days was a road trip, sometimes longer than others. Once my best friend and I drove all the way to Golden, Colorado to see the Coors factory (and we took an overnight hike into the Rockies, something I must do more of). We drove a lot on $1 a gallon gas, and spent little on food I am sure. We just wanted freedom, adventure and to broaden our world a bit. It was a good trip, and I miss my friend, Tim.  He died much too early.
More recently I have had fewer trips and more time here 'in the valley' so when I get a chance to drive, I enjoy it all the more, trying to see things that are new even on familiar routes. The desert route is changing constantly with the clarity of the air, the winds, and the angle of the sun or moon. The road over the pass at 8400 feet has great views that improve with a little snow, or may disappear altogether in a big storm. Surprises are welcome, like the wildlife that dashes across the road and occasional rock slides make me a more vigilant driver, scanning the road surface ahead for anything that might cause a problem, or make me need to slow or swerve.
   I think the best part of road trips is who you might take along. I have a number of possibilities to enhance my driving: a dog, a book, a friend, a stranger, and the love of your life.
My dog Scooter goes along almost anywhere, but not into some wilderness areas, nor on longer hikes. He loves hotels, and has a fancy bag so I can sneak him past the front desk undetected, he even took a bath in the sink once, loving those granite counter tops....  haha! 
Books on tape or CD are a wonderful way to pass a few hours and I have needed them several times, and have great memories of the pictures the author would paint with words as the miles of white lines rolled by.
   Yesterday I drove up with a friend, and really enjoyed the conversation, the company and being able to help someone ( relocate a car). We so often are cocooned in our own empty world that we get too insulated and start to grow old before our time. Adding another to the conversation makes for stimulation of the brain, and keeps the conversational skills UP. I have never really had the radio challenge me, it is too passive.
   Once in a while I will pick up a stranger, or a hiker, or someone standing in the rain. Most recently, when that happened I sensed what God sees when HE looks at us. We are walking, because we must. Wet and cold, we struggle with our packages and probably moan about how far it is to safety and warmth, when in fact, help is just a moment away. I love that God does not hesitate at pulling over, opening the door, and insisting that we take a ride with him. I am happy to be out of the snow storm, and to have someone along on this fascinating trip of life.

Friday, November 11, 2011

crazy - by willie Nelson

Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new
Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wond'ring what in the world did I do?
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you
  ....crazy for loving you.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

fishing

on Sugarloaf Key in Florida, this egret was looking for breakfast.
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Thursday, October 27, 2011

colors of the soul


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the trees have turned, cool weather did the trick a few weeks ago, and now we are awash in oak leaves everywhere, and some of the mighty ones are holding golds and bronze in spite of the winds.
It is like me, the big old oak tree, growing, waving in the light breeze. It has seen many seasons, and fed countless acorns to the forest animals. In preparing for winter it must give up its leaves, or it would be overloaded by the snows. it must be stripped bare in order to be saved. The health of that old tree and of myself is preserved by our ability to let go of what no longer feeds us, to mark another growth ring on our trunk, to put to bed the memories of summer and wait the winter to see what new sprouts will come in the inevitable spring. If spring were not a certainty, I would be tempted by despair. If faith did not tell me that the next year of my life is full of more inspiration, more meaning, and more depth, I could fall for the depression that used to grip me at this time of year. Not any more. This is no more than another of the cycles that I must grow through in order to keep moving upward toward the highest plane of my existence so far.
    When hiking very high parts of  the Sierra Nevada mountains last month, I scaled two large passes and a summit of 14,496 feet. It was a battle of will, and a contest in the mind as much as the body.  I won each days battle, and the five day course was run because I knew that the pass was a set, finite number of feet above me, and that I was unlimited in my energy to get there, to celebrate, and to make it over that days hurdle. When you come over one pass, and the views open to a huge valley of seemingly endless opportunity, there is a trail way down there, and you get to enjoy it for a while as it follows a river valley. Soon enough there is another climb, and you find yourself stronger and more ready for the work that must be done. Faith grows as we exercise it. Our trust in our own abilities is strengthened by doing all that we can, by pushing over the limit lines, and setting our feet on high places with extraordinary views.  I have been, and will always be an adventurer. Set me on the next path, dear Lord, I am ready to travel as long as I know you go with me.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Slow down and enjoy the scenery

traveling, Fast, slow and in between.
Once I drove across Utah at 100 mph and it did not seem fast enough, since where I wanted to be was still far away, and I was impatient to be there. Reckless comes to mind.
Some days I drive S L O W - especially slow if there is snow or ice on the roads, still I cover a mile ever two minutes.  It gives me time to think, pray reflect, or just zone out. we call it windshield time.
Then I found that in sailing my boat you go slow at 3 miles and hour and fast is probably seven miles in an hour. To get somewhere 12 miles away may take 3 hours depending on wind, and sea conditions. So i slowed down even more, and learned to listen to the water, the sound of the boat, and the birds flying over head.  this is called forced relaxation.
This summer I took it to a new level of slow travel, once the most common means of human transport, now replaced by wheeled things, jets and even rockets into space.  I took a pack upon my back and walked some 55 miles and averaged only 1.5 miles per hour, but captured 6 or more images per mile and made a thousand memories along the way.
I continue to grow in my love for this place, but also to once in a while venture out to experience the rest of life, and then return here. I am writing now, and that seems REALLY slow with just four fingers and two thumbs involved, but still it is my writing, my use of this time God gave me, and it will endure and give testimony to the path that I walked, the lessons I learned from the God I seek to serve with my whole heart.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

mangrove magic


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the Key lime sailing club offers lodging and sailboats in Key Largo, FL.
the kayaks allow you to explore watery trails like this.  Love it

Friday, October 07, 2011

green

it is by far my favorite color
calming, speaking of growth
abundance, life
I like green, in all it's shades
God, thank you for green things!
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Friday, September 30, 2011

tree house


entry, cork floor, bathroom floor tile, future shower stall.

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Monday, September 12, 2011

friends, good buddies


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that is me. with hat and glasses, next to my best friend, Kevin
we were proud to have made it to the top of Mt. Whitney for the second time.
I loved hiking, and loved that my dad was along for every step.
Dad and I are going back next week.
I am nervous about the trip.

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Monday, May 02, 2011

shelter

for a very special bride and her groom. 
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011