A Walk on the Wild Side

Walking nude through the woods

With sister breeze egging me on

Tawny pulling at the leash, nose to the ground

Above is the canopy of firs in congregation of prayer

Birds sing. Birds caw. Birds chatter to celebrate the day

Legs not as strong

Heart laboring

Toes numb

I parade with the help of my bamboo walking stick

Thoughts flee

Stillness comes

Peace comes

Gratitude comes

My spirit soars

– Small town boy

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A time of decay

There is decay everywhere

Beneath the trees in our rain forest are trees in decay.

Politics and politicians have decayed beyond belief

Schools, countries, churches, all in decay.

Do you see?

My mind is decaying: dementia, I take pills for it and wear patches.

My heart is decaying, laboring up the hill, losing loved ones, no longer ‘necking’ in the car as I did in my teens.

My body is in decay as I notice my legs, hips, and feet suffer the slightest incline, not to mention internal organs.

My spirit has decayed. Once Interested in liturgy, ceremony, church, now its meditation, mandalas and medicine wheels.

It’s a fact of living: as we get old we decay, yes!?

But I have studied systems and cycles.

Decay is only part of a cycle.

A cycle, especially in the rain forest, that includes birth, life, decay, death and rebirth.

Also in my life.

Nurse logs provide the perfect place to start a new forest, in a straight line even.

Mulch is going on everywhere, death feeding the living.

The purpose of decay is to feed the next ones, and the next.

Decay brings obligation, to offer sage wisdom, comfort, and encouragement to the new growth.

My wife is great at this, nurturing children (ours and other’s), grand children, and great grand children. And me.

So what am I to do.

I think I’ll go mulch.

There’s still a lot of me left to decay, recycle, repurpose, reuse.

I still carry all the love they have given me, and it’s stronger everyday.

Peace, love and life.

– Small town boy

If you’re up now

It’s early and everyone is asleep:

Mamaw, daughter and her children, son and his son,

And Tawny, the golden retriever who just returned from an early morning walk in the park.

But, if you’re up now, we can talk.

How are you doing? I’ve missed spending time with you. Are you well?

I’ve been working on lots of personal stuff in my four month hiatus at the beach.

I’ll share a few of my insights:

First, the Medicine Wheel which combines as many as 7 of my recent personal, spiritual, and ecological insights. I suggest you go to YouTube to learn more and follow the path.

I have built three of them for meditation and inspiration.

Next is the mandala, drawing while meditating and interpreting the results to see what your subconscious has to say, your higher self.

I have learned that I have a strong, solid, crystalline (rigid?) core and a soft loving empathetic, compassionate exterior.

That’s good, right?

Well it’s been great talking with you. Let’s go have breakfast .

-Small town boy