Spirit

I have a vision. It’s nothing huge. The phone rings twice, I answer. It is the same again, but I am not. “Right…” “Right…” “Of course!” “Yes…” “I know…” I used to think I had to wait. (Sooner or later, it all goes away.) Oddly, this is not the case. “Yes, Mother…” Lightly, leave it, [...]

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As my wife was cleaning up, she eyed me warily to ask if I was “antsy.” I assured her I was not, and it was true. I didn’t want to recognize time. Stop every thought, let the moment expand to fill the whole damn canyon and every void inside my soul. I wasn’t getting out of this alive, and so I’d better take it with me.

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Behold the fresh new energy! Most days I go off on my 2.2 mile exercise hike up the mesa. Every detail of Creation is etched into my eyeballs in the cool, clean air. That and 7,000 feet change how the sun feels on your body and the way the light breaks over the land. The [...]

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About then I got up to head into the house. She saw me and knew the front door would be opening, so she ran to the doorway with the remainder of her meal. “Oh no, you don’t!” I said, shooing her away from the carcass with my foot, “You’re not taking THAT inside!” (She’d already eaten the head and front legs.)

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Just in case there’s any doubt. Bring it ON, bitches! Hell, if I’ve survived my own life so far, I can take anything. [Audio clip: view full post to listen]

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First there was the incredible afternoon in the rain at Taos Pueblo. I could tell you what happened to me, but without the context, it would only sound ridiculous, and the context is considered sacred, so I can’t reveal it. But as far as San Geronimo day is concerned, you can say I was a [...]

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The only truth that counts is hidden in Nature. As noted earlier, living in the 21st century is hazardous to one’s health, by which I really mean spiritual well-being. And doesn’t everything flow from that, anyway? Accordingly, this past weekend, I decided to do nothing. To just be. I sat and watched my thoughts, then [...]

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The year was possibly 1973 or ’74. It hardly matters, though. My lady friend and I were spending the night in a cheap motel in Fayetteville, Arkansas. We’d driven up from Austin to look at some land I was part owner of (supposedly), possibly to have one last look before I decided whether to sell [...]

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It’s been pretty busy around here of late, which is why I haven’t been posting very much. But someone I know sent me the following Pablo Neruda poem, which very much reflects my own sensibility at the moment, so I’d like to share it with you. Oh Earth, Wait for Me Return me, oh sun, [...]

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