The Countdown Begins...

I have become inspired.  Not by any one thing in particular, but by the accumulation of all that I experience.  Walking through the  library I picked up another new book written by a girl who mirrors myself in many ways.  Vanessa Farquharson wrote Sleeping Naked is Green.  A journal of how she let go and turned green in 365 days.  Reading her honest words and following her experience I have become aware that I too can make this simple.  Set a goal and begin...

I have already let a lot of things go.  This journey began almost two years ago.  So instead of letting go, I will be learning what to do next.... what to re-learn, how to re-skill and really dive into what needs to be done.  Over the next few days I will be working on a strategic plan for what lies ahead in the next year.  

The land! that is where our roots are. There is the basis of our phyisical life.

The farther we get away from the land, the greater our insecurity. From the land

comes everything that supports life, everything we use for the serive of physical life.

The land has not collapse

d or shrunk in either extent of productivity. It is there waiting

to honor all the labor we are willing to invest in it, and able to 

tide us across any local

dislocation of economic conditions. No unemployment insurance can be compared to

an alliance between m

an and a plot of land. 

                        - Henry Ford

 

I began this blog with the above quote.  Now I begin to  seek out land for myself.  Preferably here in the southeastern corner of Arizona, but anywhere will do.  For the greatest lesson I have l

earned, it's not where you are, but what you are doing wherev

er you end up...

The next few days I am preparing.  Setting goals, researching, and planning.  The process begins on the

 first of September.  With hopes that 365 days from that day i will be harvesting the fruits of my land!  

Here's to vision.   

 

Make Yours a Happy Home...

I have been many places....seen many faces....and now I begin to reflect on it all...

I begin to fine tune my opportunities.  Beginning a beautiful dive into independence, awareness and truth.

Existing simply, wholly and true.  Ignoring the destroying fear which could take over if allowed.  

I have purpose.  I have focus, and I move forward...

Now, many emotions flood in.  Pain, Understanding, Loss, Joy, Vision.  

Everything is what I feel and what I need...

Into the home...Into dreams and preparation of beginning, living and loving.....

Desert

Greetings to the Natural World

The Sun

We now send greetings and thanks to our eldest

Brother, the Sun.  Each day without fail he travels

the sky from east to west, bringing the light of a 

new day.  He is the source of all the fires of life.  

With one mind, we send greetings and thanks to our Brother, 

the Sun.

now our minds are one.

Most of us need the eggs....

It has been one month since arriving back in this little high desert town. Many moments have happened, many dreams have been understood, many laughs, and tears and sighs.  A focus for my intention is rooting.  The grass roots spirit of my longing is taking hold to life and all that it has to offer.  The beauty keeps reminding me of the need to always climb.  Higher and higher.  Into the deep essence of what I am and what I have.  

I have been riding on the bicycle around this hilly town. A core is finally found.  There has also been much observing of these random surroundings.  While riding I take it all in.  I see the truth, I see the facades, I see love.  Opportunity.  

The gardens tempt me.  Like lovers waiting to be loved.  I envision the chance to take up shovels, prepare for the water and grow.  So many chances to learn more this season and give a little more back to the earth.  I have been paying attention to the rhythms around me.  In the clouds.  In the wind.  In the bright blue sky.  The smiling faces which always pass by.  Backyard connections are what I look forward to.  Helping.  Growing.  Giving.  Recieving.  Sharing.  It's all happening.  

One Worth

We made it a rule that the youngsters should

not be asked to do what the teachers did

not do, and therefore when they were asked

to do any work there was always a teacher

co-operating and actually working with them.

Hence, whatever the youngsters learned they

learned cheerfully.

~Gandhi

Growth

Good To See You Again...

Little town of my longing.  Oh, how I missed you.

Climbing up desert mountains, viewing the world from the top of it all.

I have come full circle.  

Contemplation

Past

Present

Future

Be 

Here

Now

Time Travels

Earth Day...

...every day.

I have been contemplatively thinking about all the beauties this earth offers.  Earth day was almost a week ago.  I was impressed by the amount of people who actually spoke out about it, or acted in a specific way.  The masses are coming around and figuring things out.  If only they could take these lessons and apply them everyday.  Then there would be no need for an earth day.  We would all be practicing the good life.

Spring snow fell on the front range last night.  The cold rain turned into large white fluffy flakes and I awoke to a good three inches on the ground.  My time here on the front range has been filled with much meditation, many lessons, reconnections and love.  

I leave for Bisbee Arizona at the end of the week.  An old friend who has randomly popped up will be giving me a ride.  My roots are tapping.  I am finding understanding in my home land.

Things I have learned:  Lessons are never ending.  Life is ever moving.  Love is forever Free.  

 

Ganja

Cannabis.  

Here in Colorado, the weekend has been spent in many ways.  A Communiky Techno Arts Festival was rockin' Boulder while people were being educated on the righteous herb.  Tomorrow, the infamous 4.20 will bring all the stoners into the streets to profess their love for the magical plant.

My love for this plant is not only based in the excited state of consciousness it offers but also in the powerful diversity it holds as an enduring weed.  A weed which has the potential to provide us with so much.  We sit and subsidize type 2 corn and deplete our soil.  Yet we could be growing hemp and supplying ourselves with all kinds of products.  Anything that is not glass or metal can be made from hemp, (cannabis).  We could be producing oil from it, plastics, food, clothing.  

Instead of being a random stoner and focusing on apathy...tomorrow I educate.  i advocate. the future is in our hands.  

Paint the Town

radical |ˈradikəl|

adjective1 (esp. of change or action) relating to or affecting the fundamental nature of something; far-reaching or thorough.  characterized by departure from tradition; innovative or    progressive.

Paint the Town

Insurgent Theater

Energy

machine |məˈ sh ēn|noun    an apparatus using or applying mechanical power and having severalparts, each with a definite function and together performing a particular task.  A machine is any device that uses energy to perform some activity.

The Rocky Mountain.

The Necci.

To create, to roll, to move forward.  

The difference between the two machines, as of now.  One is powered by me.  The other .... fossil fuel.

The new step is to learn how to convert the energy I can produce on the bike, into the sewing machine.

And then into anything I want powered.  

Energy.  The new ideal.....

To Watch...

....the sunset behind the trees.

To enjoy the mystery.

Looking Forward.

The Burden of Change

adapt |əˈdapt|
verb [ trans. ]
make (something) suitable for a new use or purpose; modify.

modify |ˈmädəˌfī|
verb ( -fies, -fied) [ trans. ]
make partial or minor changes to (something), typically so as to improve it or to make it less extreme.

What is everyone holding on to?  Why is this new century being bogged down by addictive laziness?  

Change is not something someone will show you how to do.  Change is only accomplished from within.  

Once one discovers the freedom which comes from "alternative" living they are uplifted.  A new light is shown on how to live.  We see through the lenses of a new paradigm and life seems refreshed.  Yet, there is still struggle.  Like walking up a stream, or even more so, a street full of zombies.  (Not the eat you kind, just the monotonous, lame kind.) A current which is against everything you think about and strive for.  A current which is flowing blindly into self destruction.  A waterfall into pity and regret.  Why can we not let go?  Why can we not move forward thoughtfully and consciously?

Some say truth will set you free.  But it will make you miserable at first.  I say why?  Why not go ahead and allow the truth to be righteous and precious?  Let it be the exuberant celebration of newness.  When you are able to let go of all that you are addicted to then you are able to shine and live freely.  

We heal ourselves when we are sick.  We take vitamins, pills of any kind to "cure" our problems.  Yet when some are still so addicted to the manufactured happiness which comes from the system we are shy of happiness always.  They wont drop the addictions to heal themselves.  They just make excuses.  If only we could all realize what true health is.  What to heal really means and how to adapt and move forward into the new....

  

FREE SUNSHINE

Finding Truth

                   

Here or there?  Now or then?

 Where to go, what to do , who to be.

ME.  

  

Seeds of Inspiration

                  

                                    
                            

Sun shine.   Blue sky.  Wheel barrows.  Shovels and rakes.  Bare feet.  Dirt.  A community garden being born......

To work hard, in the earth with confidence and pride.  To know that creation is taking place in the moment.  Happiness.

The Louisville Neighborhood Community Support Garden.  Transitioning into truth.  

All Together Now.

            


                 

unison |ˈyoōnəsən; -zən|
noun
1 simultaneous performance of action.

The need to travel and provide light and love to all I meet is ripe.  Like the coming of spring brings opportunity to exist freely and openly in the wind. We must take chances and dive into the new paradigm of spirit. All who care should stand. All who envision shall step out with barefeet and begin to grow. Grow in every way imaginable. There is room for a diversity of ways and paths. Let us find grace in moving forward.  Be respectful and have deference.  As Bob Dylan once said "A hard rains a gonna fall"...  Stand under the umbrella of wisdom and watch the seeds grow.  

Keep on Rollin'

These are the moments.  

Baltimore Beauty.

The visions have been filled with truth.  I have been enlightened, focused and centered.  The gears have been wound and the project is moving on. 

 Making bags in coffee houses.

Singing songs of love in the parks and streets.

Walking and viewing it all.

Tomorrow the train heads back west.  I jump on and go with the flow.  Back home.  Back to the Rocky Mountains.

Currently focused on the issues at hand.  HR 875 is the fire roaring beneath me.  The role I play is to spread the word and to help the world grow.  GROW GROW GROW!!  The time for change is at hand.  My path is more clear than ever before.  The time here in Baltimore has shown me what I am and what I am capable of.  The opportunity to live the Good Life is in front of our noses.  

Go ahead and B-More Baltimore.  Show your strength and resilience.  I will be helping from afar and will return to get dirty!

To Share and to Love

  

BAGS!!!!

20 Shirts

8 hours

=

31 BAGS!

An evening sitting in the Daily Grind Unwind in Fells Point Baltimore.

The next morning, wound on coffee and love : sew sew sew!

To be the change.  To create a new paradigm in the moment.  

Whole or Hole Foods?

On Friday evening I headed out into the wild streets of Baltimore to get some dinner fix-ins.  It was an adventure slipping through the hustle and bustle of the city.  People were out.  They were all dressed up.  They were all looking to have a good time.  I was out looking for food.  Good whole food.  

The nearest market to the boat is Whole Foods.  The corner it sits o

n is busy and surrounded by clothing shops, shoe stores and fancy restaurants.  When you walk in the smell of food hits you hard and you instantly crave everything they have to offer.  Hanging from the ceiling is a chalkboard sign.  It reads: Number of Organic Items Today - 209.  It hasn't changed in the three weeks I have been here.  I take off my back pack and grab a little black basket and begin my search.  I started in the produce department.  An overly stocked corner with organic and traditional fruits and veggies.  The signage is hard to follow and the organic is hard to find.  Everything is labeled as to what kind of fruit it is and where it comes from.  Only generically speaking.  USA, California, Mexico.  nothing directly from the east.  I was in search primarily for Dandelion Greens.  So I asked the clerk stocking oranges.  He led me to the packaged herb section and really had no idea what I was talking about.  He wanted to grab someone who knew, I told him not to worry about it.  So i kept looking.  I got some spinach.  (not in season)  I got a garnet yam from California.  As opposed to the jewel yam from the US.  I grabbed some snow peas, which was bad because they came all way from Chile.  And finally found the Dandelion Greens from California.  

After getting my produce I wandered around, looking at everything.  I began to feel a little lost and overwhelmed.  My brain was thinking about everything which was passing in front of me.  The "organic" farm companies who are producing and packaging all these products on a massive scale.  The false awareness the store offers.  The dull apathy which consumes the consumers.  Frustrated by the lack of local and irritated with all the plastic and pretension of the packaged foods I took the veggies I had and headed to the self check out counter.  I picked up the Mother Jones magazine as impulse.  I saw the farm girl cartoon on the front cover with the caption "Let's Grow America". I made my purchase, packed everything up in my back pack and left.  

Instead of feeling whole I felt hole.  There was a void.  There was something lacking.  My simple purchase took so much energy.  My simple diet was stifled by the amount of oil and time it took to get it to the box store and then into my bowl.  I learned many lessons.  While walking back to the boat I passed all the party people and felt above it all.  I had fresh greens on my back.  They has cigarettes in their hands and alcohol waiting inside. 

The life of the lonely hippy.  The life of the girl who strives to live simply and purely.  It's all worth it in the end.

A Personal Dive

From Baltimore to Portland with Denver in between.

I have learned more than I could have ever imagined.  The emotions are thick and come in crazy gusts.  A still peaceful moment can be blown away by the the insanity of awareness.  In one moment I am free and filled with joy, in the next, fear and frustration take hold and I feel lost.  I want to say that in the end there is hope.  But I have lost faith in hope.  It has been mangled into propaganda and no longer holds true.  The only thing that keeps me going is the resilience of the human spirit.  The beauty which still surrounds and holds strong in the brink of utter destruction.  It is the constant fight against conformity and the power of self to not give in to the greedy hand.

This path that I am walking along holds so many surprises.  Just when I think it's all over, or that there could be no more, beauty steps in and surprises.  A new journey is always unfolding.  New opportunities are constantly evolving and while everything is happening my only requirement is to stay true and be the change.   

The answers to all the questions are known but the signal is fuzzy.  The addictions are strong and the fear is overwhelming.  To overcome, one must let go of so much...And then grab onto reality.  trade one lust for one true love.  Loose the material, hold on to the eternal.  Redefine relations, find meaning within the things that really matter -- Believe.