I Can

Everything’s telling me I can’t

but I’m going to anyway.

I saw how powerful my mind

and thoughts were today,

taking away pain if I

focused on the positive–on

what I wanted.

It just took a little while

of concerted “effort” & con-

centration to build up

a momentum where I didn’t

have to do that anymore.

I was just on “auto pilot”.

When the pain occasionally

surfaced–it was constant in

the beginning–I just

did what I did continuously

to get going for a brief

moment, and I was

on the road again–pain


It wasn’t my body–

that was just the result

of my “negative”, weak

thinking that manifested

in the habit of pain & “I

can’t do it”.  It was just easier

to give up when the going

got tough than push through

it with some effort in my

thinking and that pushed

my body forward.


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Laundry Thoughts

Stop walking alone and outdoors

in nature preferably for a few

days or more and watch your

life, little by little, start to

fall apart.

That one excursion into the

unknown of your mind

and your neighborhood

shows you what you’ve

been ‘too busy’ to see.

Not that you look for it,

alone time outside just

automatically does its

work processing consciously

the things and thoughts that

come up so when you

return the board is all

erased and you didn’t

have to touch an eraser.

Just move one foot

in front of another

seeing what there is to


(There’s a lot!)









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Clarity Beckons

I have no idea

what to write

so what comes out

is new to me

as much as to


Fortune favors the


I try to follow the

string (I left) out of the

dark cave (it was light

when I went in or at least

I thought it was) I’ve entered.

It seems I live there most of the

time when we’re talking about

real clarity of mind.

Maybe I clutter it

and am responsible

for not seeing past

the mess…

and all I have to do is stop

packratting bits of nonessential

trivia which I curiously

seek out to find the

whole story of a hook

I’ve bit into, poor fish

I am–to let myself be

caught by such an

inexperienced angler

without even an angle

to offer of much worth.


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Saturday is redemption day

for the working weary.

Nature needs be paid a call

or two.

The white egrets, the ducks,

the red-tailed hawk soaring

endlessly for the sheer

joy of it.  Not to hunt.

Not to do barrel rolls.

Just sail around until

it gets dizzy enough to

fall out of the sky–which

it never does.  It seems

eternally aloft.

The geese come and go

with lots of company

usually & in formation.

The lizards scamper about

without a birds’ eye view

of anything.  They have

limited vision but get

along just fine.

Nature never gets bored

that I can see.  I just

can’t see that happening.

It’s only us humans

who have to visit them.

They never have to come

& see us for stress relief.



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Moon/Sun Walk

The sun played peek-a-boo

with the moon today.

Borrowed some glasses and

saw it first hand.

I walked.  I saw a rabbit.

Haven’t seen any this year

where I walk.  They’re all hanging

out at the new veggie garden the

farmers are growing.  Don’t

blame them.  Pretty slim pickings

other years I would imagine–

dry dusty fields and whatever

they could find.  It was a little

rabbit–almost tame.  The

younger ones let you come


The white egret I spotted flew

off as soon as I came into view–

at least 50 yards off.  Very


I walked in the eclipse.

Dim outside, bright inside.






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The Abyss

I step off into the abyss

prepared for utter darkness

with my solar eclipse glasses.

I am lost momentarily.

Light is there, it’s just covered,

hiding, unwilling to show

itself, for a while.

Then once again it is light.

I can see where I’m going.

Where I am.  I’m reassured.

It’s a luxury, this clarity of


I savor its transient nature.

It may come to be more



The abyss is neutral.

Entering it is a choice.

I take the first step.

I carry my own light

within me.

It cannot be eclipsed by

any darkness.

My light stays lit.

Darkness evaporates.










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OK Just as I am

I’m ok just as I am, huh?

That’s a weird, strange concept.

I always figured a little touch

up here & there wouldn’t hurt.

A small improvement in performance.

Increased horsepower or maybe

solar power these days.

I don’t need a make over?  hmm.

Maybe I’m not looking at

the same me others are.

When I talk to them I feel

a bit more ok when nothing’s

changed but our chat.

Can’t puff myself up

set up for deflation

by a pin wielding

Madman or woman?

What a concept.  OK as

I am. Hmm.  That

puts me out of a job!

I’ve been a constant


wanting to tap

my deepest potential.

I guess I can still do

that while not feeling

deficient in any way.

Constantly not liking my

paint job, looking for a

good deal to shine my

fenders & polish my brass.


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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

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography





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Visualize (Whirled Peas)

It seems there’s a lot less to lose

in pessimism than in optimism.

If you’re pessimistic and things

turn out well, you’re surprised

and overjoyed at your good fortune.

If you’re optimistic and things don’t

turn out so well, you’re disappointed

whereas the pessimist is just “right”.

My thinking may be a little

twisted but I don’t like to be

let down.

Not always are my expectations

low or apathetic because I

create what I think about.

I would like my life to go “well”.

Yet, sometimes it’s hard to

see a successful outcome without

feeling like I’m and imposter, a liar!

Faking it is not being “real”, really

how I’m thinking, what I’m believing.

I guess I could go against myself &

pretend things ar going to turn out

well–even though I know better!

I think my brain needs an

overhaul/makeover/or whatever.

Or, I should just give up pessimism

and take my chances!








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On the Road

Once the outer rim of reality

is breached

you wonder where you were

your perception jaded

lashed by feelings

run amok

your body contained.

Brain fog doesn’t

announce itself.

When you’re in brain fog,

you don’t know

you’re in brain fog.

Only after,

it’s clear.

Still, a path

is traveled

to freedom.

An island of

peace that says

you earned it

from your travels

along the way.

Everything’s ok out

there.  You just have

to see it that way

and give up your

cockeyed outlook on

how you think it’s

all going to come












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