A cape is a bay with only one side

Sitting in Stimulus Coffee House and Bakery in Cape Kiwanda,

It comes to me, watching the cape, that a cape is a bay with one side.

I mean if it had two sides it would be Kiwanda bay? Right?

If Depoe Bay had one side, would it be Cape Depoe? Yes?

How many times did you find yourself confined on two sides, wishing it were one?

Would you feel less confined if you were restricted on one side only?

Would you be free?

How would you use your new freedom while still respecting the remaining confinement?

Is it still confinement if only on one side?

Should you escape to the open ocean,

Or build a jetty to protect yourself?

Sit, my friend, and ponder as you enjoy God’s geophysics and

A stormy day on the beach

Near Cape Kiwanda,

Home of the dory fleet.

-Small town boy


I am an empath

Whatever you’re feeling,

I’m feeling.

I treat you as you treat me,

An emotional echo.

I don’t do this on purpose,

But by nature.

If you unload pent up emotions on me,

I will unload mine on you,

Usually full of Love .

All I have to give, all I have in me,

Is what you’ve given me.

I am timid, but become brave with your gift,

Willing to stand with you, be an ally, be your Paraclete,

By sensing your emotions and mirroring them.

I am an empathetic

All I have is you

And Him.

– Small town boy

On Valentine’s Day I will give all my love away

I will give you love on February 14, Valentine’s day.

I will give love to anyone and everyone I meet, until it is gone.

I have love to give my family, lots and lots.

I have love to give my dear friends, oh so much.

I have love to send to those I once loved and still carry in  my heart.

My love will go to my dog, a golden retriever named tawny,

Because she is a love sponge and will take all I can give.

Love one another as I have loved you, so

I will love the stranger on the road, the homeless in the shelter, and those without.

But I have love for the rich and powerful too!  Even he  who  must not be named.

I’m not sure how much love  I have, but I will give and  give untiil I have none left.

How much do you want? You can help yourself to as much as you want or need, and 

Thereby help me to empty my heart.

When I was 75 I gave love notes to 36 people, telling them “I love you.”

But that didn’t seem to diminish the love I held on to.

I have loved my spouse for 45 years or more, and while it wains and wans, it is just as strong as ever.

Tell me  anything else that grows as you try in vain to give away only grows and 

Maintaains the fullest  level you can retain.

It doesn’t work to give it away..

It only diminishes when you keep it, as in a bottle, corked, and unable to go to others.

You don’t have to hate others to lessen the love  you have, ignoring, keeping them at a distance,

Spending it all on yourself or things or closing your eyes and your heart,

Will decrease the love you have to share?

No, not even that, for as soon as you hold another in your arms, your heart burns brightly again.

So try as I might, whether on Vaentine’s day or otherwise, There is no end to the love I can  give,

As there is no end to the love.

So dear one, I love you, and hold you in my heart, forever.



Love is an ocean

Love is an ocean whose waves glide onto the sand shore,

Where Sandpipers dance.

In my heart there are waves of love,

Beating against the driftwood of my ego.

Your heart feels the tide, awaits the moon, and

Digs in the sand, deep holes, three of them,

To bury your losses.

Now that you have detached, you can join me

In welcoming the tide, high or low, that feeds our soul.

Your soul and mine,

Whose joint love has created others, children, grandchildren, and great graandchildren

Who are islands in the sea of our love,

Protected by the shoals of coral we have grown around them.

Free to make their own dugout eventually and escape

To the sea

Where they build their own lives 

On their islands,

Because of us.

I am a nudist. Can you tell?

Have you seen me?

Have you seen me nude on the beach?

Nude doing housework?

Nude on a hiking trail?

Then how do you know?

How do you know how much it means to my skin?

How do you know that I’m happier?

I feel that as a nudist, I need to be nude, as much and as often as possible.

I believe in social nudity, not just at the nudist club where I am a member, but

In public too, with you.

I have been in countries where public nudity is accepted.

The accommodation to nudity in public is the same as in a private club.

One is not excited about anyone who is without clothing.

It is a common thing, and reasonable since we are all nude at sometime.

So come be with me when I’m nude,

And maybe you will want to too?

Or at least get used to it and relax,

Because you will be seeing a lot more of me!

In the dark of the night

In the dark of the winter night

I lay awake, thinking of you and me.

I remember sunny treks in the Rockies,

You far ahead,

Me watching thunderclouds.

I remember when the rocks around the fire

Blew apart.

Fortunately we were higher up

Picking dandelion greens and miners lace

For our salad.

I remember hiking back to our 4WD,

Only to find a dead battery, miles from a road.

But we also found a hand throttle, a hand choke, and a hand crank!

The 67 Nissan Patrol was well prepared for just such an emergency.

We drive that way, starting with a crank, until we reached Gunnison where they fixed it (though the generator would plague us for the time we still owned it).

What an adventure

That I relived


In the middle

Of the dark night

Thinking of you

And me.

Thanks for all the memories.

– Small town boy

Why can’t Christmas Gorilla go to the Beach?

The little gorilla loved Christmas at the beach, but he wasn’t allowed to go down to the sandy beach.

The little gorilla had on his red and white Santa hat, and

The little gorilla had on his bright red boxer shorts, but

There was a winter storm out there.

Rain and 13 mph winds out of the SSW.

The Christmas Gorilla didn’t want to get his special Christmas costume wet and sandy.

So, he sits on my desk with that look in his eye that Tawny (my golden retreiver) gets when she wants to go outside, eyebrows and all.

See what I mean? How can I ignore that silent plea?

This is Tawny waiting for me to take her down to the beach.

And that’s where the problem lies, with Tawny’s obsession.

Rocks. Rocks the size that would fit into your hand.

Tawny has a game she plays with these stones.

She finds a good one on the gravel road in front of the beach hoouse and carries it happily in her mouth the 50 yds or so to the sandy beach.

Whereupon she runs out on the playa, stops, and tosses the stone into the air.

And then digs, spraying sand out behind her like snow from a snow blower.

My grandchildren love this and encourage her.

She needs little encouragement.

She makes a crater, and then another one a little further down the beach, until a trail of craters is left behind us, marking our path home.

Finally, she carries her stone back to the beach house and hides it in the beach grass withher other stones and an occasional tennis ball.

She also does this in our backyard in Corvallis, until

We put in garden boxes.

So, how is that the little gorilla’s problem? Well let me tell you:

1 – Tawny gets sand all over the Christmas Gorilla

2 – The Christmas Gorilla wants to dig too

3 – Water (rain and ocean) are not good for a, pardon if I say it, a little stuffed Christmas Gorilla

4 РThere are birds on the beach,  crows and gulls, that would like to snatch the little guy

5 – I’m afraid tawny, in her frenzy, will bury the little gorilla.

See, my arguments are well reasoned.

Oh, well. Let’s go.

– Small town boy

PS – to my Australian friend, since I graduate from both OSU and UofO (masters @ Beavers and doctorate @ ducks) my daughter says I’m a duckbill platypus!

Christmas Gorilla 

Once upon a time there was a small gorilla who believed in Santa Claus.

And so every Christmas he would put on his Santa hat and his bright red boxer shorts.

Each evening during Advent, he would sit down with his iPad and write a letter to Santa:

Dear Santa, (He would begin)

I am writing you a letter on behalf of someone I know who really needs a Christmas present.  She has everything she needs of course, but I”m sure you can come up with an appropriate gift.  Look into her heart and see what she has always wanted, please.


The Christmas Bear

Santa was confused, of course.  He was used to Christmas letters requesting toys, video games, bicycles, dolls and such, but this was a new one. The Christmas Bear? (He looks like a little gorrila in the picture above) And who was this little girl who was to receive this precious present? where does she live? How do I find out what she dearly wants?

So he wrote him back asking these questions.

Dear Christmas Bear,

I received your letter filled with warmth and love, but who is this little girl? Is she someone close to you? Someone you obviously care for and have empathy and compassion for. I must know more about her to be able to identify what she has always wanted.


Santa Claus

The little gorilla pondered this letter from Santa and worried about how to tell him about this wonderful woman (50 years old) who had suddenly made such a difference in his life.  She was 9,000 miles away. She was a single mom of 4 children and took time to help the world on YouTube!

She knew about fitness, sleep meditation, yoga, healthy diet and much more that she shared in her YouTube vlogs, her blogs, her books and herself on several social internet sites.

She was like, OUT THERE!

So he wrote back,

Dear Santa,

It’s me, the Christmas Bear again. In answer to your questions,

Yes, I am intimately acquainted with her through something called ASMR, a whispered meditation, and she always talks directly to me; never too busy to ask how I am doing: how I’m sleeping; how I’m getting along in my relationships, how I’m decluttering and setting up happy rituals at bedtime.

She has come back from a traumatic divorce, takes care of her kids like a guardian angel, and still takes time to talk to me.

I live in Oregon. she lives in Australia.


The Christmas Bear

Now Santa was intrigued. He was having some fitness and diet issues as well as some trouble sleeping. Again he wrote back to the Christmas Bear,

Dear Christmas Bear,

Boy Howdy, does your friend sound like someone special.  Yes, I can deliver to Australia. If you tell me her name I will watch some of her YouTube videos so I can get to know her too. 

Could you tell me her name?


Santa Claus

The little gorilla felt like he was manifesting a Christmas surprise!

Dear Mr. Claus,

Her name is Lauren Ostrowski Fenton, wait let me check the spelling. No, it’s correct (I often get it wrong).

We are close personal friends, I just know it.

Thank you for all your help. It’s in your hands now.


The Christmas Bear. 

PS I just hope she will come to America sometime.

– Small town boy

Self Reliance

One of the principals of Burning Man is

Radical Self Reliance.

I want to rely on myself more.

For approval, for direction, for completing tasks.

No more, Is this OK? Or Does this look good? Or You decide.

I can validate myself, if I only focus and intend 

To be myself.

To find out who myself is I meditate and sit quietly and pause.

Beneath my mental rantings, my insecurities, my ‘please others’ stressor,

Lies myself, waiting to be.

He is a shy fellow, not used to be consulted in these matters, but

With use and exerise he will strengthen in his resolve to be.

To be felt, acknowledged, relied upon.


Intuition is the key, along with lack of expectation.

Arrive at the moment and listen.

What happens next is miraculous,

Small surprises, great moments of happiness, joy d’verve.

Looking back I see what myself can do

Cooperating and enjoying the universe moment by moment.

Simplifying life, one sense at a time.

I think I will eat a strawberry now.

Tht color, the texture,, the smell, the taste,

It is all too much.

Sensory overload.

I think I will enjoy my strawberry one sense at a time.

See how beautiful it is? Look at the seeds, the leaves, the variation in colors, the texture.

Wow, even one sense at a time overwhelms the soul.

Myself grows.

– Small town boy

In the Dark of the Morning

In the dark of the morning,

In the cool of the night,

My life begins anew each day.

My heart searches you out

To be reassured that you will

Be with me today.

You are not a morning person, I know,,

And I believe in early to bed and early to rise

Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

So your day ends after mine,

And my day begins without you.

Be that as it may, I enjoy the dark morning,

Hoping the sky is clear and the moon is out

And Orion is walking the skies.

I am alone now, but soon

You will wake and ask for coffee

And a NutriSystems little bag of granola,

And my day will begin again,

With you in it.

A touch, a smile, a joke, a text,

Or an update on world events,

And we are synched again,

My heart beats with you,

And I feel you with me

As I go to Fitness Over Fifty

For my morning exercise,

Leaving you to see the grandchildren off to school.

I’m not with you tonight,

But this dark morning, in the cool of the night,

My heart finds you,


And dreaming of when

We’re together again.

– Small town boy