What If? (Thoughts on an Interconnected Life)

By Poetry, Writing

What if… Freedom meant truth. Truth meant contentment. Contentment allowed sleep. Sleep meant rest. Rest meant communion. Communion meant intimacy. Intimacy meant peace. Peace meant balance. Balance meant growth. Growth meant life. Life meant light. Light meant everything… What if…?   – Lynda Meyers, 2011   This is is a series of thoughts I wrote back in 2011. It’s interesting, looking back, reading back your own thoughts and trying to remember where you were at

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Going Toward The Mountain (Or, an ounce of reinvention is worth a pound of cure…)

The idea of reinventing myself is an interesting concept. Invention refers to creative ability, but to “reinvent” means to change something so much that it appears entirely new. Entirely new? Is that even possible? Most of us try on new things. New clothes, new voices, new “favorites”, new friend groups. We try things on for size. To see if they fit. To see if we fit. And if we don’t, we move on. It’s not such

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The Time Has Come. The adventure begins.

Tomorrow I will load out my bike with all the camping gear I have slowly amassed over the past year. I will undoubtedly overpack, then set out on an overnight “dry run” with my friend Shannon. The two of us are planning a 10 day bike trip later this summer that will take us through Oregon, Washington, British Columbia and Alberta (Canada) then back through Montana and Idaho before returning home, a total of just

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Madrid Day 3 – Life Is Art

By Writing

  Standing in front of Picasso’s Guernica at Reina Sofia, I became a different person. And I don’t mean that in some cheeky, self-indulgent way. I mean it in the truest sense of the word. This change was not subtle. It was startling. I have never been a lover of modern art. With its seemingly simple brush strokes, violent streaks of color, deformed faces, stick figures, and incongruent structure, it has always grated against my

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We were together, and this was just a part of our life…

We were sitting in a cafe last night about 11 pm having a little pastry before bed (because in Madrid you can do that, and because when you’re on vacation, calorie counting is sacrilege) and my daughter asked me what the most memorable part of the day had been for me. I had to think about it. I’d had very little sleep in the last 48 hours so my brain felt fuzzy and even the

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Day 1 Madrid – My Own Year Of Magical Thinking

And so it begins. My own year of magical thinking. Not exactly like Joan Didion’s memoir, but yes, grief is a part of it. I don’t think you ever get to the middle of any story worth reading without encountering some degree of conflict, some measure of pain, some leggy seedlings of wistful regret. But this isn’t a time for nurturing regrets. It’s a time for putting the past in perspective, and then leaving it

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“You want to go home and rethink your life”

Many people spend the first part of the New Year sort of rethinking their life, and it doesn’t take The Force to convince us to do it. It comes fairly naturally. I’m pretty familiar with this ritual. Each year I take a walk on New Year’s Day and write down my impressions about what I see in my journal, then I use those themes and images to help me think about the coming year. But

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That Time I Bear-ly Escaped With My Life…Or, How to Attract Bears to Your Campsite in One Easy Lesson

Buddha said: “There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth… not going all the way, and not starting.” So, I have this dream. An idea really. I want to take my motorcycle and ride all over the US. But all marathons start with a step, right? The other night at work I decided, somewhat on a whim, that two days off was enough to do a single overnight camping trip with

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And now, back to our regular program…

We interrupt this 30 day writing challenge to bring you an important message from our sponsor: She’s out riding this: In fact “this” is the pictorial illustration of day 13’s writing challenge: When was the last time you lost it and let your wild out through a ridiculous, crazy or what seemed like a “stupid” move or reaction? I bought a Harley. Stay tuned. Story to follow…    

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Blackout Day (a.k.a. Day 10)

By Poetry, Writing

Today’s assignment: Take a random page from a book and create a blackout poem from it. I chose The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho, and randomly selected page 131. Here’s what I came up with: The boy slept deeply. His heart said that happiness is a moment of creation. “Create it” his heart said. “Treasures go in search of children. Simply let life proceed.” Few follow the path to happiness. Hearts don’t like to suffer. I

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Moments Like These… or, The (Hor) Crux of the Matter (Day 8)

Moments are lost every day. Like words that escape from our mouths, chased by regret, some things can never be recaptured. Moments alter the fabric of reality, and yet we let them slip by, unnoticed and largely unappreciated. Dwelling on our pasts and longing for an unknown future, we are like the west coast, sitting atop our rocky cliffs, being pounded by a monotony of waves, just waiting for The Big One. If I had

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Day 2 – A Letter To Me

I’m not sure who I should have been, or if that’s even a thing, providence and destiny being what they are–or aren’t. I know who I was, have a vague idea of who I am, and no idea who I will become. And, I suppose, that’s about how it should be. But every so often I do get to wondering, in a pensively muddled Robert Frost meets Thoreau kind of way, what might have been

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Thoughts On Identity

It was bound to happen – a human can’t possibly move that many times in that many years and have that many major events and job changes and life transitions without, at some point, collapsing under the weight of it all. So, I’m not sure I should be surprised at the fact that my life began to crumble, slowly losing pieces of itself out from under me like a Jenga tower, waiting for that fateful

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