There's energy at the tips of our fingers. This force extends outward, but also inward. What we use our hands for inevitably returns to us, as energy is a system that is at its best when shared. Today, I'm planning for a journey northward. I'm taking time to reflect on what is important in life, mostly my friends and family. When I was sixteen I took these for granted. When I was eighteen I thought I had very few. But now I understand that these people were the undergrowth of my potential, the seeds waiting to be appreciated, and all I had to do was provide care. Now, it is what I care about the most. Thus a journey to see such a loved one enhances these feelings. Perhaps we all need to travel, despite the expense, to rediscover the love we share, the energy that expands from the tips of our fingers outward.
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So it is that morning breeze sings to those that rise before the sun. There's mystery in each waking, if we know what to look for, what senses to unveil. Like gravity that moves in waves, we can see it too, if we know what we are looking for. Now that we've gone into the space and time element of living, with only the past as our guide, there is a rush for survival that places our thoughts continually into the future. And what of the present? What of now? Again, to wake to the morning breeze is often enough to remind us to remember and recall as much as we can of the goodness in life and to forget the diseases that fear of the unknown create.
As an artist friend says, we do what we do because it must get done. To face the doing with our senses early-awakened is a sweet gift we give to ourselves.
good morning. sweet dreams.
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| Sometimes, when we sense danger, we do strange things that we don't even realize we're doing. Animals react to danger, too. I wonder if they realize what they're doing or just do it. Maybe humans think too much. Here's something about the elk and their response to danger. Dealing with Danger When a mother elk senses danger it kicks its hoofs or escapes by running away. Yet a calf drops to the ground and stays very still when it's been warned there's danger in the air. An elk's natural enemies are the cougar, golden eagle, bobcat, wolf, coyote and bear. No wonder an elk, whether mother or calf, deals with danger right away. Sensing danger can mean either life or death. A mother elk will bark a warning to its calf if it senses danger, while a calf will squeal in fright. Both will remain close together as they feed. And if a calf plays with other calves while the mother rests, another mother will watch over the playful calves. They are never left alone. In fall, both the mother and the calf grow a woolly undercoat and a layer of long hair on top of that. They appear to have a mane. It makes them easier to tell apart from deer. It also protects them from another kind of danger, that of freezing cold weather. Through winter, the mother and calf will graze together in sheltered valleys. Yet in the spring, the calf will be ready to be on its own in the herd--and the mother will be ready to birth a new calf. They will still travel together within the herd, up and down mountains. But they won't take chances, staying out in the open for long. Though the calf has become more independent of the mother, they both know now that natural enemies may be near. They react on their own, as from the start, yet remain close. Nevertheless, they must both be ready to deal with danger. |
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| The Lord turns my darkness into light 2 Samuel 22:29
All I have are stories, but I believe stories are enough, we make them and then we remember them, retell and tell again. There are an ocean of stories, from myths that, as Joseph Campbell says, explain symbolically the play of the Eternity of Time. And there are tales, that are for entertainment, reshaped by the culture that is its audience. The photo is proof that strange things in nature do occur that cause us to wonder and recollect, without the need for a story attached. So maybe I do have more than stories in mind for this blog, but stories are what I want to give. Here's one called: Thunder Traveling Over Mountains Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce tribe had a deep love for his people and his land. His Indian name was In-mut-too-yah-lat-lat, which means "Thunder traveling over mountains." He was born into this tribe in 1840. It was a sad day when his tribe was ordered to leave their land and live on a reservation. Some of the Indians became angry and wanted war. However, Chief Joseph believed peace was possible. He didn't want a war. He just wanted to help his people be free. So he set out with 1,000 of his people and led them through the mountain wilderness. He wanted to go to Canada where he had heard his people could live free, which the United States military refused to do. In fact, his tribe couldn't move anywhere without permission first, so it was a dangerous move to be making either way. When Chief Joseph trekked through the mountains, he did not get caught for 75 days. And all his people remained safe. That was because it was said that Chief Joseph was crafty. He was so clever that he was rated as a military genius. But just 40 miles before crossing the border into Canada, he and his people were caught. Chief Joseph was tired by then. When he gave his message of surrender, he said his heart was "sick and sad." He and his people had to return to the reservation. In 1897, Chief Joseph traveled to Washington D.C. to give a speech to try and help his starving people. His speech inspired many. It was believed that this speech is what caused his tribe to survive, since more attention was paid to them afterward. Chief Joseph died in 1904. Many people today believe that "Thunder traveling over mountains" died a true hero. He inspired others through his love for his people and the land in which he lived. |
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I'm a newby who prefers to read lengthy stories and criticism than day to day chit chat but I could use some help (we all could use some help but our culture frowns on this idea) getting this blog to look good. I got stuff to say, but help me with photos and all that. I'm seriously thinking the way of the word is cast down a long road that leads into yesterday and drives into tomorrow. Where are my friends? What is a friend? Is this the underground railroad that helps those who want to go forth into the world? That'd me. Send me out with style. Updo my and I'll give ya credos. OK?