1.15.2016,9:22 PM
Music is in me
On my day off.
If I'm not on a mountain top,
In a canyon,
On a trail.......
I listen to music.
Humanity's crowning achievement.

Music is a language
That knows no borders,
No colors,
No grammar, 
No rules, 
No politics.

The river is music, the bird's songs,
The coyote yips, the elephant's trumpet.
For humans,
Music is our hearts, our passions, our joy,
Our anger, our sorrow, our grief, 
It is the essence of who we are
It is our past, present, and future.

Our music is the drum, the pipe, the strings,
Our thumbs on the wood, 
the whistle through our lips, 
Hands slapping thighs,
Our feet on the floor.
It is our voice. 
Together, and alone.

Music is a tether to our very being
That touches every one of us.
Inside and out.

Some times on my days off,

I let it speak for me.
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12.31.2015,9:55 PM
Years ahead, years behind
As I strolled home tonight in the dark, the whispering wind guided me. It rolled forward and back like the tides of a dry invisible ocean, soothing and calm as a baby rocking in its arms. The cold air was refreshing after an enjoyable dinner with a dozen friends, heat from the stove and food making me sleepy.

In the silence between the ebbing wind, the Milky Way caught my attention. A river of tiny lights in a universe of the unknown. Perhaps that is what makes it so magical and capturing. No birds called out; their heads tucked under their wings for the cold night. No people milling about; most inside with their merriment and libations. Only the wind, the stars, and I. And memories of past years.

Three stars in a line caught my attention and spoke to me. With a smile I remembered who this was. He is there in the sky wherever I go. "Look for the three stars in a diagonal line," I once said. "Once you see them, you will hear my voice speaking to you."

Orion was more than the hunter. He was the messenger. Many years ago.... Was it that long ago? Seven, eight years? When you looked at Orion, you knew he carried his message, too. I knew that when you looked at Orion, I had already spoken to him, standing on the gravel in front of my house in the night and talking to the stars. I knew because you told me once, that he carried a message to you.

And here I am, many years later, looking up at that belt of stars and hearing that message again. It's been so many years. But I still remember as the flood of decades and chapters of life fly by in a few moments of memories, Orion's voice is still strong. I still remember. And Orion will always remind me. No matter where I am. No matter where you are.

After all these years, those stars still whisper your name. Do you hear it, too, my friend?

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8.29.2015,10:45 PM
Another door, another life
It's been a year and a half since I left Texas.  Memories there are like a book I read of someone else's life. Flipping through the chapters, I am glad some are distant. Others, I mourn their passing. Former friends are busy living their lives, but I still send occasional postcards or letters rather than emails. Handwritten words seem more personal than finger messages typed in a hurry. It means I still care and cherish those connections. Other connections have been cut, thrown, stomped, and buried.

I've moved on.

It's funny how most acquaintances and friendships over the past five decades have dissipated into the Netherlands with no regret. And then later, a few remain as life-long connections. Those are the ones we take with us, no matter where we go. One or two I still reach out for in the darkness of the night, still unable to understand how they dissolved. But no matter how much I wish for a reconnection, the other end has to want it, too.

This might be my last decade. It fills not only with new people, but also many new relationships with all the other living creatures around me wherever I go. And I enjoy every moment that they share with me. My delight in the smallest experience knows no bounds. And I feel like I am genuinely alive. No demands, no commitments, no ties.

I'm free.
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8.23.2015,7:23 PM
The caged female canid leaped out and dispersed. She roamed north and explored the margins of a rural town. With no GPS or track marks, no one knew where she roamed. Nor did she mark any territory. 

She lurked out of sight and watched passerbyes, but didn't linger long in one place. Slipping in and out of shadows, she explored until the heat and dust made her thirsty. Slowly she returned to her den where her own scent welcomed her. 

Drinking long from cold water, I sat down and picked up a book I started last night. It was a good dusty prowl.
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8.22.2015,1:02 PM
To work or not to work
I vow to take a day off today.

I sit here next to multiple sheets of paper on which unentered data also sit, taunting me. Time is getting short, and I feel pressure to push all of it onto a spreadsheet and continue preparing an archive of everything milkweed and Monarch for the Refuge.

Yet...... I miss aimlessly wandering enjoying immersion with the birds and plants. But the smoke makes my eyes burn and water. I miss writing with a stream of consciousness from my fingertips. I miss exercising my dismal sketching skills, which sometimes surprise me when I look back at them. And I miss my daily miles-long walks. 

Instead I waste my time on FaceBook. ;)

But I have only 17 days left here before heading west and a week on the Oregon coast with no commitments and internet.

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8.21.2015,8:57 AM
Our War
We are at war.
An undeclared war.
Hate, racism, bigotry, selfishness, violence, misogyny, 
all the darkness of humanity increases every day.
We increasingly destroy our environment, 
other species, each other, and ourselves.
Every day.
Is THIS the family, neighborhood, community, nation, 
and world we want to live in? 
Don't just point fingers and wave at someone else. 
Look at yourself in the mirror. 
Then talk to your family members, neighbors, 
fellow community and country members. 
This is not just your world. 
It is ALL of ours, including those that have no voices.
Be the change you want to see. 

Make a difference.


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7.19.2015,6:40 PM
My place in this world

Calmness is being outside
When the sun rises
With kingbirds squeaking
Killdeers calling
And Coyote songs
Echoing around.
The emptiness of humanity
Is filled with the richness
Of others
And fills me with calm
And wholeness.
This is my place.
With them.
As a nothingness
That is complete.

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