A Wondrous Universe

A Facebook friend recommended I write about deafness. I think of Helen Keller.  I saw this play in high school.  I remember the actress very clearly.  She was very dramatic!  I know she worked so hard to achieve what she did. Being deaf, as a state of being, is living without one sense, hearing.  I wonder what it is like to not hear the external world  but only hear your thoughts?  I wonder what it would be like to imagine what a dog sounds like barking having never heard a dog bark.  It is like a silent movie and you have to imagine what the sounds might sound like.  Or maybe you do not think about the sound at all. It would be interesting to get a person's who is deaf take on what it is like to not have that sense. Here is a short video I found on what it is like to communicate while being deaf.  The primary narrator, Rachel, says that communication is never a given.  Interestingly, that being deaf may be somewhat analogou...

I am writing this post in response to a friend who inquired about reiki and how I first experienced it. It started when I began my post-college journey.  After being denied twice into a college teaching program for social studies I started to look elsewhere for my next life journey.  I was in a relationship at the time but looking for the next thing, and not our next best thing, was on my mind.  Or maybe it was but my partner at the time, which I called a girlfriend, was not interested in hiking the Appalachian Trail (AT).  She did support me though and did a wonderful job in doing so.  It was very hard for her to see me go and be gone so long but we made it through and we made the effort to see each other along the way. My first entry into the world of the AT was through Bill Bryson who wrote the popular book A Walk In The Woods.  Most hikers know this book.  This time period was in 2002/3.  I was hooked when I started to read it.  The A...

Sheet metal screws .  That was the suggestion from my Facebook friends as a topic to write about.  Here goes nothing! I really have no clue, I don't think, about sheet metal itself.  I'd imagine one could make a really hot, reflective box out of sheet metal and perhaps cook a turkey in or boil an egg if it were hot enough outside.  Sun-driven solar power.  If it were cold enough, I'd imagine that this box would be good for keeping things cool and for holding fast unsuspecting little-boys double-dared tongues! This topic is not about sheet metal itself, it's about the screws that fasten sheet metal.  You know, without a good screw we'd be stuck with just nails and, we'll, nails just don't have the same kind of holding power that a good screw does. With a good screw one might build all the metal boxes in the world and sell them with a turkey inside ready to be roasted for Thanksgiving. I imagine that the tips of those screws are rather sharp, sharp en...

Today I am going to write about balance as suggested by my Facebook friends. One thing that comes to mind is a scale.  There was an old scale at my step-grandfather's house.  There were round gold looking weights on one end that were stacked up in a nested fashion one smaller then the one underneath it.  On the other side there was usually some nuts with a nut cracker beside the nuts so that one could could crack open the shelled nuts, usually walnuts if I recall correctly.  This was is Stone Mountain, Georgia where they throw lights on the mountains of the Confederate generals in a display of celebration during summer light shows set to music. Balance is something of the mind.  I notice when I am out of balance I am not feeling very well.  My thoughts are jammed up and scattered and I may be worried or anxious.  This is not fun.  It happens quite frequently too.  Some may say, go see a doc.  Well, I may, but here I am writing, whic...

I put a call out to Facebook friends for words, themes, quotes, subjects, objects to write about.  This word came up: love .  So I'll write about love!! Love is really rather simple.  Some know it really well!  Listen, this is the word that comes to mind. During my day today there were lots of loving moments, even in the news.  It is loving it all, loving the unfolding. We are all in a place where we are at, all learning about this love that we are gifted.  Love is a choice, to be loving or not.  Underneath all that not loving is all our loving.  Underneath it all is that which we really are, love. When we tap into love we are truly listening.  Some are really keen on this.  Miracles happen when we listen. there is so much to say about love and love has little to say but more to do more to simply be happy with the way things are just as they are love moves us to do it feeds us it feeds our desire to be more loving i s...

I sit at home making use of my desk and WiFi Hotspot from my phone.   Thank you mother. I asked my friends via Facebook if they would give me a word, phrase, idea, object, subject, theme, quote, and the like, to give me an idea of what to write about.   One of the first words a friend posted was indigenous .   For me, indigenous means native.   Native means the people who have lived on the same lands for hundreds and thousands, more like, years.   They are people who have learned to work with the land.   They work with the land in such a way that does not pollute it.   Indigenous symbolizes a way of life where one lives with the land.   When one lives with the land by listening to it one’s mind becomes clear and calm.   Some are afraid of the woods.   There are all kinds of things that might harm us if we do not know what we are doing.   Indigenous peoples are people who know what they are doing in the forest.   T...

There is so much art in the world.  We wear it.  We see it.  We are it.  It is the creative mind coming to life.  When we speak art comes out of our mouths.  When we dream we dream in artistic fashion, creating.  I dreamed that my hair was dread-locked on one side of my head and long and straight on the other.  Perhaps my dual nature of the wild side of me that wants only to live in the forest and the other side that years to explore the world we have created as people.  Interesting the dream would be my hair.  I have been wanting to get a hair cut.  It is getting long (and perhaps with split ends) like the man in the video I saw yesterday playing and singing.  His name was Reverend Hylton.  He seems to be something of a grassroots artist coming to fruition.    In this holiday time we are reminded to be thankful.  I am reminded of Christ.  And the bible.  There was a fruit plucked by Eve in the s...

Here I am at my "favorite" coffee shop.  It is like home.  In the vast wide world, learning to be in the material.  I love it.  All this talk around here in the coffee shop, travelling and wide wonders, study.  It is clear that this space is populated mostly by students and even professors.  I dream of my dragon.  And the other.  Nature is all around us.  My breath is always here.  In the quiet and peaceful place in the woods is when she came to me.  The other came later, and is a massive he.  These dragons.  Yes, indeed. Nature is all around, yes indeed.  In the quiet on the mountain is where we found each other.  Often when I am alone in the woods or with my pups is when I go within.  I do not stay long.  I get anxious as if I need to be somewhere. If there were a hut nearby with a fire that I could retreat to.  There I would stay in the woods near the trail and passerby's may visit.  ...