“The most sacred and ancient traditions remind us that beauty exists in all things, regardless of how we interpret them in our daily lives. Beauty is already created, and always present. While we may modify our surroundings, create new relationships, and move to new locations to please our ever-changing ideas of balance and harmony, the building blocks that go into such beauty are already there” ~ Secrets of the Lost Mode of Prayer ~ [ Gregg Braden]
Monday it is already. Death Valley is not happening this week. I do not care for a repeat performance of a couple years ago when through snow and ice we had to wait for the passes to open and the unpaved roads being closed as we basically had a miserable time going and coming including a couple motel nights at what I would call, an extravagant cost not ever counted as such in my budget. An extra day has been spend in Tucson with a short hike and lunch into the “Catalina State Park”, and the decision was south, warmer, heat. Yet, over and over I am finding the same scenario, the same talk by the locals, border patrol which I have by the way never seen so many, even the local Law Enforcement when chatting a bit “avoid primitive camping in the area”. No problem it has been as I found a quaint little and quiet RV Park near Patagonia that also has some space in the back for tenting. It is where I am writing this from. I will have to pay for this peace of mind that will allow us to explore the area and not worry about what I leave behind during the day. Luckily this threat does disappear when the route starts pointing north.
Yet, what do I really know about what day it is? We are here, but I only feel being present physically. I read in this Journal of ours all these beautiful “quotes” I find, the many I apply within our Lives, ones maybe would be helping others, but my guts are torn today as I received the news that my Friend Bill has been checked into a Hospice. There is so much support in words written, read, there is so much reinforcement from Robin in these times, my “Kindred Spirit” I always call “My Sweet Lady” who never ever misses a beat, but the mind wanders in this free fashion I cannot too often control of it’s emotions.
I spoke with Kammie today, they have been High School Sweethearts, there were questions asked on how myself I can handle this page lost in this turmoil Life at times turns away with such force the mind can only find incomprehensible. There is truly no easy answer, if there ever was one. After my own years of my own loss I have only found “acceptance” being sometimes a path needed as no other passages has ever allowed an understanding one needs to find. And what “understanding” would that be ? myself I so often think. Seemingly the circle of thoughts always comes back to “it is what it is”. This is the mold Life has been created with, there is no approval, who “would ?” in their own right mind. There can only be “acknowledgment” if ourselves are willing to keep some sanity going through these remaining years we will be allowed to consciously animate those nights and days and all in between.
The priorities governing my taken avenues have so much changed these past years. Everything that counts has been as transferred from an outer space to an inner one enriched from this traveling, my Friends, Mother Nature, Spirit, my own words written here for myself to myself and now harmonized and heightened to this, in past times unknown, level with Robin as we continue sharing our daily present. It is and has been only the big screen that has mattered, the petty channels have been of no importance, as previously said “there is nothing without Love” as such Love itself is so filled with so many ingredients which without would not be what is suppose to be. Love for your Friends, acquaintances, neighbors, the critters we take care off who in turn so much take care of us, Love for a “Kindred Spirit” which I know only happens once in a Lifetime, Love for all with respect, understanding, compassion, honesty, kindness, trust. We can only try as when such a Dear Friend as Bill comes to the end of his own circle the need to carry on is always of such importance and value into everyone’s own Life.
I am reading right now, amongst other books “Secrets of the Lost Mode of Prayer” by “Gregg Braden”. It is about the “Hidden Power of Beauty, Blessing, Wisdom and Hurt”. I find the words blending in with what has taken me these past years searching. There are more chapters ahead which I know will open up many doors that have been shut or even maybe never entered, but I have found so far my main ingredient “Beauty” being at the foreground of it all. I am trying to come to terms with it all today as I see the beauty of the trees surrounding me, the birds chirping, the rabbits running around, a warm sunrise, yet, my close and dear Friend Bill laying 1300 miles away is slowly loosing his consciousness toward it all. “Beyond an appreciation for the things that are simply pleasing to our eyes, beauty is described by wisdom traditions as an experience that also touches our heart, minds and souls. Through our ability to perceive beauty in even the “ugliest” moments of Life, we may elevate ourselves long enough to give new meaning to our hurt”.
Much to ponder, and yes my Friend, we will always have our memories of past times wherever you go.
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