April 26, 2015 10:50 AM
The owls call to each other as the sun rises. The wind picks up and the sound, like a truck rumbling on a dirt road, causes me to look out the window expectantly for a ranger. But no, it is just the wind.
Far from civilization, I’ve not seen another soul for two days and the grip of human interaction eases as the connection with Nature—with God Herself—becomes more intimate and spontaneous. … Read more…
April 24, 2015 2:50 PM
As I was preparing to leave camp yesterday to do some laundry in Eagar, AZ, I saw a post by my buddy Glenn Morrissette who was camped in Alpine, AZ. Thinking he had left the region to prepare for his music gig, I was surprised to find him camped so nearby. As it so happened, he was breaking camp that morning and Eagar was right on his route, so we met up for lunch in town. Glenn then told me that Boonie was camped outside Alpine—an area I wanted to explore anyway—so we parted ways and I headed to Boonie’s spot for the night. … Read more…
April 22, 2015 1:32 PM
I’ve found a nice camp nestled within some ponderosa pines, but I’m not going to stay here long. It’s within 50 yards of a paved road leading to a popular lake… which translates to more traffic and less privacy than I prefer.
I’ve not re-started the book yet simply because I want to commune more deeply with my Muse. Where I was going wrong before, was that I was writing too much from my head and not enough from within—not enough with Her. Every artist knows that their best work comes from their Muse, so this time spent together should be beneficial.
Which brings me to an idea I’ve been kicking around for over a year now: of starting a mobile artist colony. For whatever reason, I’m not as drawn to “creating in solitude” as I once was, and it would be nice to be surrounded by other creatives—other artists (and artist wannabes) who wish to awaken and nurture their Muse within.
We’ll see. Maybe I’m just procrastinating.
April 21, 2015 7:25 AM
This spot isn’t going to do it. Not that there’s anything wrong with it—it’s a free, developed campground with a decent Signal—but it just doesn’t feel right for writing. Am I procrastinating again? I dunno, but I think I’ll move on.
From the Vastness, there is no center to “You.” There is a point where everything is seen from, but the sense of self seems to be missing, it’s expanded to infinity so there seems to be no felt centuralized location for it. … Read more…
April 19, 2015 3:12 PM
I awoke at dawn at a roadside rest stop in eastern New Mexico—still on the edge of Limbo—with a mind flooded with new insights. Overwhelmed, I dictated what I could into my voice recorder, shot a quick email off to Michelle on seeing herself as a cartoon character (to distance herself from her personal self ala the Hortons) and got the hell out of there.
I don’t know if it’s the area—the Limbo-like quality of the Great Plains—or just the cycle of insights that I seem to get flooded with about once a month, but I wasn’t taking any chances, I wanted them to stop, so I drove and I drove and I drove. … Read more…
April 17, 2015 9:09 AM
“I am mad at you.”
How often do people say this? How often do they think it?
When our body dies, we (as a Soul) detach from what we used to think we were: our body and mind.
April 16, 2015 8:08 AM
My buddy Glenn Morrissette seems to be having a bit of an online existential crisis. He’s feeling the need for a clean slate—maybe a new message—but in trying to address his readers’ concerns, he’s finding it difficult to actually impliment it.
Obviously long-time readers know how I dealt with this change of focus: I just created a new blog.
But what exactly changed so much as to deserve the online equivalent of the nuclear option: the change of a domain name? … Read more…