Bears

From Alabama to Vancouver and Austin to Wisconsin:

It’s a fascinating world ” out there”. But it’s not “out there” at all is it? At least in some sense we only do battle within our own mind.

I caught this Lasar Beam sucking up Earthlings
I’m somewhere out in Yellowstone  walking along a trail, I was giggling to myself and here’s why. A few weeks ago I met up with my daughter and a friend of hers. This friend lives in a remote part of Oregon by himself. While asking about this lifestyle he mentioned being afraid of Bears. I recall thinking this humorous at the time.

Over the last week I noticed on the local news that a hiker with some thirty years of experience while out in the Forest was completely eaten and of course killed. Interestingly several people had taken interest to discern all of the things he had incorrectly done for example; he was standing near a berry patch, was hiking by himself, etc.

Another Bear attack occurred on the front porch of a Indian mans home. There he was on TV in the Hospital with his face and arms stitched back together.
And so now on to where I am, out in the woods with no Bear spray in which I was highly advised to carry. One man I passed had little jingle bells tied to his pack to alert the Bears. I must inform you that I haven’t seen anyone in some hours. The fear of Bears is not so funny now. This word ” perpetuity popped into my head. Now I’m not sure what that means and no, I’m not looking it up. I like to assign my own definition to words. It must mean something to the effect of perpetuating the memory of someone. Oh well,  not such a bad way to go I suppose. The thing is I can’t see for all these God Blessed flowers and rocks. He must be waiting right around this corner.

My friend Chris from Pheonix, AZ asked me yesterday “what have you been doing all day for 17 months”. Well I have to do laundry , I replied, cook, take a shower, clean and maintain my Motorhome, shop for food,  (I don’t do any of that). The truth is I play my Guitar and get lost on back roads listening to Bob Dylan and Neil Young as well as walk these trails. Most of all I like to meet people. I have new friends all over the country. I like to hear thier story’s.

I was a long time coming, I’ll be a long time gone.      – Bob – Dylan

I can’t describe the excitement of being out in some incredibly remote place, by yourself, sitting out by the fire. And so I say this only to encourage another.


Alex in Wonderland

I was born free, and that I might live in freedom I chose the solitude of the fields; in the Cathedrals of trees of the mountains I find society, the clear waters of the brooks are my mirrors, and to the trees and the waters I make known my thoughts and charms.

-Don Quixote of La Mancha

As far as perpetuity goes, I heard that Joe Cocker died. I remember this song of his. I was going to say it’s corny, but I’ve always been.

Who knows what tomorrow brings

In a world few hearts survive

All I know is the way I feel

When it’s real, I keep it alive
The road is long

There are mountains in our way

But we climb a step every day
Love lift us up where we belong

Where the eagles cry

On a mountain high

Love lift us up where we belong

Far from the world below

Up where the clear winds blow
Some hang on to used to be

Live their lives looking behind

All we have is here and now

All our lives, out there to find
The road is long

There are mountains in our way

But we climb a step every day
Love lift us up where we belong

Where the eagles cry

On a mountain high

Love lift us up where we belong

Far from the world we know

Where the clear winds blow
Time goes by

No time to cry

Life’s you and I

Alive today

Love lift us up where we belong

Where the eagles cry

On a mountain high

Love lift us up where we belong

Far from the world we know

Where the clear winds blow

Love lift us up where we belong
And so may the Love, Light and Wisdom of the Divine lift you up Now.

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