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Friday, March 12th, 2010

“Don’t ask what the World needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the World needs is People who have come Alive” ~ Howard Thurman ~

The Oasis  

Today was another Dentist day, the photos are from here “The Oasis” and “Valentine” where we arrived a bit too early.

The winds have been brutal. The Desert has retaliated these past couples days. “I am here and I can be rough and tough don’t forget it”… the message continuously has been. “Respect me as you are the stranger here”, all else has endured for eternity, the rocks are being slowly ground down by the sand thrown around, their colors polished by the centuries passing on, the greasewood and the cactus is enduring in silence and for myself the word “outdoor” has been suddenly a gift and not just the facet taken for granted throughout the past times. How quickly I forget when I have in previous courses aimed my directions aimlessly sometimes loosing sight of the allowance given. I get right back to where I started appreciating ten fold what lays now in front of me, ahead of me. Brutal or not as I know this too shall pass even if the hours have seen as such everlasting times. What to do but think, sit, try, and then stop thinking when the blasts stop only for a moment, only to remember how it was when I could again hear myself. Those stretches are short, hope is that they will last longer, but to no avail this invisible force comes back laughing at my petty hopes. 

Valentine  
Valentine  

Last night as the wind gauge took a rest, as the Stars lit the blackened skies, standing tall and gazing at the infinite away little beacons glittering deep and reflecting into my own Soul, the phone rang with a miraculous voice on the other end. My Dear and so Special Friend, my Kindred Spirit… Tyler. July 23rd of 2009 is when I go back, when with eyes moist of her news and a lump in my throat I wrote the few words that I needed to express. There are none to enunciate how I felt last night, the greatest gift I have received in a long time, listening to her voice, yes, that same one, lets see… what would the word be? One needs to meet Tyler to understand the uniqueness of Tyler. I was floating suddenly, Life showing me that indeed “miracles” do exist as this Lady is back up and on to work. I am glad she did not see me, but maybe she did hear my teary eyes and that same lump which has never left for all the times I think about her.  

Valentine  
Valentine  

Tyler Risk. Scars have made their way into both of our Lives. From every direction, outward and inward. The staircase suddenly built itself up like pieces of a puzzle non existent in our previous existence. We share those scars, I am ahead of her in years, climbing, falling, ascending again, but that matter is neither here or there as we now both as we should “all” if I may humbly write so, have the need to “live for now”, as even if so important the past is or thought of the future, the reality of it all is we can only feel this instant we are now lodged in. Easy to say, easy to express such thoughts and oh! so ever difficult when the mind suddenly takes over to innocently set us back. Tyler is a fighter, maybe I am too, I never thought about myself in those terms, a new notion, but she will reach the top of that Mountain staring at her with glamour, charisma and a romance toward Life itself.

Valentine  
Valentine Valentine
Valentine  

I will see her this summer, there is not doubt. We might finish unsaid thoughts, words not yet pronounced, and yet we might as we each know and will know better of this stage we are on with it’s always, as I learned from my Friends, the two sides of the coin, exchange long coming hugs and eyes understanding each other’s deep depth of what is inside of us. We cannot escape “that reality” as much as we would want a smooth path always lined with the goodness we might have thought one day past would be a true authenticity, but is not and will not be throughout our existence. Tyler was there for me when we went back to San Francisco, a pilgrimage I wanted to take as hard as I knew it would be seeing and feeling Lance on every corner of every street we had together set foot on. She now knows, has known, I am also here for her, an ear or two, a thought or more, “pass it on” is what our presence here is always about, should be about.

Valentine  
Valentine Valentine

It’s the Journey, a rich one for sure, a filled one to the brim, a cup never empty, as even if held in every which way never escaping certain shadows, it’s fullness will always reverberate a splendor, a radiance that indeed as within all of us shines through. It is and has been lately the Human experience as the winter days slows us down allowing us to reach deeper into ourselves. It will be our outer surrounding that will keep us engaged with the days lit till the late hours of a clock still and more than ever non existent for us.

Till next time, you be well, always, it is our best choice.

Ara & Spirit

Valentine  

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The Oasis  
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