Srsly, two ads to skip through on YouTube? And blog platforms selling space to third parties on your own site. I think back to living on the road 2004. Brown sign road trip dropping out in the high elevations outside the Flatirons, west outta Boulder, Colorado. We didn’t have internet phones then no one did. We got around North America–south across Canada in the midwest, down Baja, Mex, in the south south west–all with a map. And much instinct. We learned about the metal tenseness at the base of the neck, that blinging pulse in the temples as signs: DO NOT. GO. HERE. NO.
This is when I discovered how good it is to be your bare self out there, how and why to lose your cleanliness to Nature. How important this is. Power of fire against body that’s being made fresh by running snow water and from sleeping beneath stars. I was ten days at least up there bathing from tupperware tubs and cooking on the grill or propane burner or in live flame, and before that, there’s a river out of Fort Collins I swam in daily, and few showers between all this. Sounds gross maybe to you but I am telling you, this part’s key.
It is Wednesday when I start this post, early morning. I wake up to an unexpected cancellation and the space of S P A C E, ol Catfish got Van Morrison calling me you know, all sorts of Irish mist on the air and random internet radio or youtube music to match. Tich nat hahn finds me, then, same flow. It is right, aligned with the living heart that’s living its way out through me. Now it is Monday and I will delete most of what I wrote Wed and Fri too. Or not delete, just, file. I am grateful I am writing this much again. I have soo freakn much cooking now under the surface, lots of hot coals baby and how coals what keeps the fire burnin all night long. And it’s been a while for me since the pitch of all that is pinned in place by the W o r d s and ohhh, the sea…
Roosevelt National Forest, Colorado, at a campground called Kelly Dohl is where I learned of the relationship to the W O R D S and nature, I dropped out and learned to speak e a r t h You carry Mother Earth within you. She is not outside of you. Mother Earth is not just your environment. In that insight of inter-being, it is possible to have real communication with the Earth, which is the highest form of prayer. In that kind of relationship you have enough love, strength and awakening in order to change your life. Fear, separation, hate and anger come from the wrong view that you and the Earth are two separate entities, that the Earth is only the environment. That is a dualistic way of seeing… Tich Naht Hanh
After TNH and Van Morrison and catfish who run the same songs often, well then I found a pic from my homeward journey across Gateway 50, 2015. Little two lane that runs from Sacramento to the Atlantic. I grew up eyeing the sign in my little beach town that says Sacramento, CA 3073. So for sure I drove it home when the winds picked up there in Laguna Canyon and told me to go. Which is not the same story as this.
I went back to my sacred space today! and guess what no one was there! Haven’t been there all summer blughhh. Except four did come ambling down with this awful telephoto lens camera and all the all the all the tourists showing up like this, these days. But I heardfelt them coming then sensed at the birds and eel grasses thick as rope and slick got away and hid among the tidewaters where they could not see and then they, like most, decided ah nothing to see here and ambled off back from where they came.
I cannot believe how fast the summer went. I lost time, a bunch of it, after Gretchen and Joey though. That just only now feels like it’s making some sorta space and sense in my heart, to be honest. Like the sweet burn of breath when I am alone and confront September, the grey tones and blue green grey of only in Maryland in this certain place shade of blue green grey.
route 50 east, Colorado, 2015
On my way across 50 in 2015 coming home I had a spiritual experience again in Colorado, this time at the Continental Divide. On that trip, knee high in snow, standing among the fourteener’s I had this pristine reckoning with how much, how quickly, can change. Then the next day how I watched the terrain slowly, steadily flatten out, and surely, I was east.
I knew because I know her speak.
So to breathe in and be aware of your body and look deeply into it, realise you are the Earth and your consciousness is also the consciousness of the Earth. Not to cut the tree not to pollute the water, that is not enough. We need a real awakening, enlightenment, to change our way of thinking and seeing things. When we recognise the virtues, the talent, the beauty of Mother Earth, something is born in us, some kind of connection, love is born. That is the meaning of love, to be at one. Tich Naht Hanh