Wednesday, July 29, 2015

aaah... summer - or why the hell are you killing my elephants? (and whales and sharks and lions and rhinos and humans...) Part 1


And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father.

- Black Elk


Trying times my friends, trying times. Hang on to your hats 'cause this shift is just starting to get interesting...

... or not. All is illusion. Matter does not matter. At least it must not because we have been such shits as stewards of our little globe of matter.

Over the decades I've fought many battles, stood with many of my relatives on this line or that. I've made great friends - and few enemies. I've managed to maneuver the morass that is this pit some call civilization with more than my share of luck.


And I don't like it. When I was a kid outside is what mattered. Lizards and bugs and birds and reptiles and all the critters and leafy ones. My curiosity kept me busy turning over rocks and peering into water and learning about the life around me. 

And I was lucky to have great parents and a world that didn't consider children walking without adult supervision a crime. We came and went. We rode bikes. We played games and sports. The school playgrounds stayed open after school... ice cream was a nickel a scoop.

Then one day I ran into civilization head on.

I was probably 10, maybe 11 and collected butterflies and other winged things. I knew their life cycles, their Latin names and where they roamed. I could draw them with skill and a knowing eye.

Until... the day I was discovered by 3 older boys while I was chasing butterflies in one of our local parks. I don't remember much other than I was scared shitless. I'd been picked on - heck I had an older brother - but this was 3 bullies. And they bullied me of my innocence, shamed me for my curiosity and study and they pushed me around for their amusement.

I never chased another butterfly. I stopped catching tadpoles and watching them grow to become frogs.

I mean in one sense it was ok, all cultures have their coming-of-age initiations. Mine was just not ceremonial, kind or honoring. But it certainly filled the bill for the civilization in which I would grow up.

to be continued...

I would rather be a little nobody, then to be an evil somebody.

― Abraham Lincoln


Wednesday, January 7, 2015


“It’s clearly a crisis of two things: of consciousness and conditioning. We have the technological power, the engineering skills to save our planet, to cure disease, to feed the hungry, to end war; But we lack the intellectual vision, the ability to change our minds. We must decondition ourselves from 10,000 years of bad behavior. And, it’s not easy.”

– Terence McKenna


As always I get stuck. Where do I start? What the heck do I want to say or point too? Will it even matter? Do I write about the good? Do I point out the bad shit going on?

Well hell... I guess I just start eh? Kind of like reaching into a closed sack of surprises just letting my brain decide. Could be dangerous...

Ok, best first.

Without a doubt I am a child of the '60s. Born in 1951 my teen years happened in the sixties. And good times they were. But the '70s... that was the decade of growth for me. A decade full of reaching into adulthood and expanding the new horizons being an adult offers.

There was a small, relatively obscure band that I favored back in those days, perhaps you've heard of them. While their beginnings are obscured by clouds, it does take one to meddle a bit, perhaps take one of those journeys to the dark side of the moon or climb over the wall in order to find their tunes. The group is called Pink Floyd. Yeah, I know, but all the bands took on funny names back then - Pink Floyd, Frijid Pink, the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Allman Brothers, Santana... crazy stuff right?

Now no longer a teen I find that I am once again in the 60s. MY sixties. 63 freaking years old! No one told me when I was young that young-me would become old-me. So be warned! You too shall wither! Hah! so enjoy your youth, live like it does matter. Do cool things, be adventurous (and safe, duh), live life with some gusto. Love like it matters, live like it matters. And in that living after so many decades you will have your soundtracks, those songs and tunes that will trigger memory and emotion.

So ok... this relatively unknown band - Pink Floyd - does have a small but dedicated following. I suppose that some of them like me, smoke herb. As incredible as it sounds, music can be enhanced by the use of some substances. Pink Floyd? Oh yeah...

Now that I am on WiFi and catching up with all that I've missed (really not that much) wwwebwwwise, I have both the time and capability to watch videos. And to find a video both awesome and with a Pink Floyd soundtrack? Awesome...

A friend of mine, one of those people I would know from Adam should we happen to pass on the street, posted this to FaceBook and I love it! Mike is an ex-cop, river rafting guide and a Buddhist monk (nice mix right?) and his sharing a Pink Floyd tune spoke volumes about the man he is... a genuine and unique individual that obviously is a man of finely tuned tastes - obviously because they are so similar to mine.

So sit back, put the vid on HD, full screen, and enjoy, I'll be back:

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year?

It may well be that our means are fairly limited and our possibilities restricted when it comes to applying pressure on our government. But is this a reason to do nothing? Despair is not an answer. Neither is resignation. Resignation only leads to indifference, which is not merely a sin but a punishment.

- Elie Wiesel


If someone that faced what Elie Wiesel suffered through and witnessed (the epic horror of the Nazi death camps of Auschwitz and Buchenwald) is able to live a life from which such sentiments spring then I suppose I have little to complain about.

But I must say that today's world is entrenched in a spreading insanity far different than the blatant and isolated terror of Adolf Hitler.

And with the recent suicide death of young Leelah my beliefs hinge on the hope that it is my children's generation that has the urgent duty and the spirit and resolve to change it.

It has taken me over a month to actually find a spot to jump back into blogging. So many issues, so much happening on so many levels in so many places in the world. So after some delay, here I am... *waves*

My old eMac was a workhorse for over a decade. But running a 40G computer in a terrabyte world really put me behind the social/cultural curve. I was seriously overwhelmed when I replaced the old Mac and traded over a decade of having only a dial-up modem to having the high speed capabilities of WiFi, especially when I returned to Facebook.

I mean, like, omg... I was at least several years behind. But once I did start to catch up I found that as much as things had changed... nothing had changed.

Some things that are new and are deeply disturbing to me?

- Men that shoot little girls and call themselves moral authorities.

- The degree to which law enforcement in the U.S. has gone from Sheriff Andy to any of these guys just boggles my mind.

- People believing fracking is a good idea.

- People believing that Fox News IS really news.

And I'll leave that there, bad news is in no shortage. I have discovered that there are good things happening still - people helping people, good cops still exist and, via a FB post from my son that led me to Prince Ea, the arts aren't dead. I'm one of those that believes that music is healing and that music and the arts are redemptive social movements, exposing both the glorious and inglorious to a depth that lies deep in the human psyche and capable of triggering great change.

So, dear friends, I shall leave you with this moving piece from Prince Ea.

Happy New Year!


As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.

- John Lennon