Walking Backwards

Walking backwards–the route–

not my body–produces awarenesses

you don’t as readily notice when

you trek your tried and true

favorite path.

They were all there before but

now you see & feel them in a new


You may even test yourself by

trying to follow your

intuitive knowingness of

where & which way to go.

I got so far out that I

wasn’t sure the way back

would be all that enjoyable

if I was tired & pushing

to get home.  Which has

happened before when I get

greedy and go beyond what

my body & inner sense is

telling me.  I just love it

so much.  And some days

I’m feeling really great & that

enjoyment is all the more


But today turned out fine.

And my inner knowingness

assured me it would give

me the energy to get back

with ease.  I love walking.








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See Clearly

I try to see the big


but all I see is a pinpoint

of a view.

So be it.  For now.

Clarity of vision

has never been one of

my strong points.

Not as a constant, anyway.

Sometimes I shine in clarity.

Go right to the heart of the matter.

And can move everyone forward

who are blind to my vision…if

I only choose to use it–am brave

enough to speak out.

I see.  So should others.  With my help.

Whitney's Locoweed (Astragalus whitneyii} seed pods. Steens Mountain. Oregon

Whitney’s Locoweed (Astragalus whitneyii} seed pods. Steens Mountain. Oregon

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Walk into Fear

Not to walk in to the fires of fear

is a sure death sentence for the

soul, and the life of the being.

The fear will not leave until you

face it.  And then it may only lessen.

Repeat lessons are usually in order

and you get better with practice.

That’s the way for most of us.  Non-

Mozarts.  It always seems to be going

nowhere to us and the progress we

expect.  But down the road, a meeting

with a friend you haven’t see in a while

highlights your here-to-fore unawareness

of how beautifully you’ve changed.

It’s good to go for what you want.  Not let

outside forces affect your steps.  Or your

mind cajoleing you in wayward directions.

You may get singed.  Most steps going

anywhere can’t avoid it.  Your thin skin will

become thicker and you won’t be thrown

off so easily anymore.











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Foggy Notions

Words, words, words

worming their way

in and through

your life.

They’re only the messenger.

The message is what you want.

Sans words.

So much more is said

but people are afraid to

voice it

between the lines

between the sentences.

It’s all there

but many are afraid

to own up to it, to own it,

take responsibility for

saying or failing to say

what is really on their mind–

what is real.

So all this fog & smoke &

mirrors distorts the person

whose message never

gets heard because he’s or she’s

afraid to say it, to say what

they (really) feel.

Shame.  A real shame.

Close up of Teddy Bear Sunflower.

Close up of Teddy Bear Sunflower.

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Bee You/ BU/ Be You

Be as you as you can be.

Be a bee, if necessary

stinger and all.

Anybody messes with you

steps on you–

you let them have it

with your one and only–


Just be as crazy as you are.

Everyone is crazy in their

own way.

Be that to an extreme!

Who’s to say you can’t?

Who’s to say you won’t–

have the courage, if that’s

what it takes–

all of us have fears to



Courage will allow for

that forward movement

to move past them.

Be you.  No one else can

(or probably would want to!).

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

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The Substance of Worry

What’s there to worry about?

Nothing.  That’s what.

So, if there’s nothing

then it’s senseless to fear

any future.

I can plan or not.

Be completely spontaneous

and see what drops out

of the heavens on my head.

Or I could plan and manipulate

all the safeguards I could

think of to keep from getting hit

on the head from…rose petals,

hail, rocks!, or who knows what

else falls down from the sky?

I do wear my hat for sun rays

to deflect.

Hair is getting scarcer & less protective!

I went to the river to walk/run

today as usual.  The wind was

blowing very hard.  So other than

that, I saw two boats–no one’s

traveling in the flooded debris

strewn, high, muddy waters yet.

Back to worrying.  I could save

my self a lot of “computer time”,

mentally, by giving it up.

That along with some sweets

could go easily if only…

I had more…will power?


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Not Sure What to Call This

“Do not fear mistakes,” Miles Davis told us.

“There are none.”

That (quote) helps me get started

in whatever I’m going to write.

I have a transition with the

full moon and time to “see”

what’s been happening in

my life.

With a week “off” from work

I should be able to set some

things straight.

Already, I see how having

more free time frees up

areas I could not devote

time to previously.

My body is going through

a major cleansing I feel

during this time.  More

healing foods are being

consumed and the universe

has an opportunity to

teach me some lessons–

sorely needed–to move

my life along to the next


We only go forward

when we’re ready.

So, all this thrashing

about trying to hurry

here and there, thinking

we’re going to improve our

speed of manifesting

what we want

is mostly useless.

All efforting like that

is a reversal of the river

which wants to go

toward the sea.  (I wrote

see initially–Freudian

slip but apropos).

I want to not just

sit and stare out the

window but neither

do I want to try really

hard to make my wishes

come into being quicker

than I’m ready to receive


It’s kind of disheartening

to realize this and even

can lead to giving up

which may be just the

thing I need to let

my guidance carry

most of the load and

not fight it so much.

Fear and Love compete

for my attention–

only one can be center

stage at a time.

So, I’m not sure

what I love.

I love this writing.

I have a busy,

active life and if

I were to budget-cut all

the non-loving things

from it, I’m not sure

where I’d begin.  I

enjoy my life so much

with meditation driving

much of that enjoyment,


Yet, I can stumble over

my own feet trying to get

to the love.  It always

seems just next, never

now, so much.

So maybe I can work on

that and practice will

open up my vision to just

how much what I’m

doing in the present

moment is something I

love & don’t need to

feel I’m “going

somewhere” to feel

better than I’m capable

of feeling now, in the


I’ve known all this

intellectually for eons

it seems, but emotionally

I’m beginning to be able

to live it as a reality

in my body, away from

my head.

I don’t know how much

further I want to go

with this but I

just thought I would

take time & prepare

myself for a longer

piece than I usually

write, figuring some

will take time to read

the length of it

and hopefully it won’t

be diluted by its


Close up of Osteosperum margarita Pink Flare.

Close up of Osteosperum margarita Pink Flare.

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I want to live my life with passion!

To so look forward to each day

and moment of life–

to cherish all my presence on

this planet.

Not to waste my days in fear.

I could fake it, but I’d

rather feel it as real, within


I’m open to finding what

this reality of passionate

living is for me & feels

like on a daily, minute

to minute basis.

I want to broach that wall

of invisible fear and reach

out in directions that would

facilitate discovering such a


What can I be excited about??

Whatever it is, I’m still looking–

with eyes wide open.

High waves during storm at Devils Churn, Oregon.

High waves during storm at Devils Churn, Oregon.

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Endless Love


Twin Lakes with cabin and snow covered Eastern Sierra Mountains reflection and moon. California

Bringing heaven down to my


Kissing faces not allowed up close.

Heart was open, I hardly heard

the door creak.

It still stays swinging wildly

in the wind

letting in and letting out

all the love clamoring to

move and strike its target.

The trees of green

their splendorous sheen

anchor our union

we are so keen

on each other

& life

so it seems.

Out goes my loving


only to return

with 10 times the

fervor as I could

barely manifest.

Love erases everything

unlike it when it is


Why fear when

you can shift gears

into love?

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Fearless Living

Tell me how to live without


I’ll do what ever you say.

My attempts to rid this scourge

from my life have failed–


Now I need help.  What is the

next step to wake up fearlessly

living my life–sans anxiety?

I don’t feel I’ll succeed to be

honest–or I could lie and

say Fear Begone!  But I wouldn’t

be asking for help if that would

work–“pretending” not to be

fearful, if I was.

How do I rid my life of this?

Other people claim to have

done it.  I want my turn.

At least a path to start on

while seeing some results.

Help!  I could use some help.


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