“When did friendship become an intrusion? Allow us to share with you.” ~ Pam and Dean ~
Of course there is a story behind it all. Always is as long as one can navigate it’s own path with awareness and join in within other’s to blend in memorable moments, highlights of our “Journey” I say. Dean and Pam and I have been trying to meet at their indescribable Home for a few years now. I met Dean on one of those back roads about 7 years ago when I left my business behind after Lance passed away, when I just wanted a job with no responsibilities, as I use to say “I just want to flip burgers”. It was not far from here and up to a couple or three evenings ago I still was not aware about our meet. I was looking at the map while in Globe after leaving Tucson in cooler times, and the town of “Show Low” jumped at me, I knew there was some kind of memory associated with that name. The story does not end here though, yet.
I like “nice”… I like “nice human beings”… the true ones with no agenda, with respect, with a friendship adorned with open arms, a hug, sincerity, honesty, as all I like to reciprocate. “I like” because I feel as there is nothing else left but. The material world is gone, much is lived without it’s needs. As much as “stuff” can be nice however replaceable or if not, do without. All is within, all that cannot be purchased, rented, leased or borrowed. Such priorities are decisive. Dean and Pam have both so reminded me of it all as yet sometimes one such as I can set foot a bit too deep in the mud of Life surrounding present aspects and from outside the box, through that window which at times remains shut, smiling faces can be seen and enter the depth of one’s heart. As they have.
But there is more. When I set up years ago to write these pages as I still do for every time I click on that “publish” icon, it was and still is “for my own well being”. Today as these pages entered another very busy site, were a link was published, the outside words poured in. I cannot yet describe the feeling, all too powerful as I choked reading on such incredible messages about what “we are doing”, how much these pages have helped others, as yet, I just know we are just living another Life, only pronounced with much awareness, all which has entered in the public eyes, in my Friend’s eyes. What I left behind I gained it ten fold ahead. More.
I thought so filled with a such and new unknown aspect of it all while riding toward “Valley of the Gods” today. The landscape was a present even if later on I had to turn around and backtrack close to a hundred miles as the storm ahead of us, menacing, so powerful with it’s full strength blowing it’s gusts almost lifting the sidecar and Spirit dropped on us, and yet I could not help stopping for more photos because I wanted to remember this day. This is one when more then ten thousand readers stopped by and themselves opened up their own hearts with their own kind words uplifting me as if the storm suddenly did not exist.
How could this ever happen. How could I have met as such Dean and Pam, how can I read the present reality from those words send to me, how can all this take place when only a few years ago the roads and the skies and all was so dark as if nights had suddenly taken over the past present moments. Everyone met has been a spark igniting today’s sunshine, so bright and so glaring providing an energy unlike any other. How lucky can I be and so, this is to “Thank” and a “Hug” for everyone that has crossed our path making it possible to go on for another day, and another day, and on forward. This is for “Lance” who daily rides with us sending always his such positive energy, my true “Love” which will never vanish as only gains it’s intensity from the days dwindling away.
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