Monthly Archives: February 2018

It’s Now Or Never

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“Wake up! If you knew for certain you had a terminal illness–if you had little time left to live–you would waste precious little of it! Well, I’m telling you…you do have a terminal illness: It’s called birth. You don’t have more than a few years left. No one does! So be happy now, without reason–or you will never be at all.”

Dan Millman

This quote sends a very powerful message. One that not many people think about it. Whether you like it or not, you are, in fact, dying. The process began the second you were born. I can tell you that in my twenties, thirties and even into my forties, I was so wrapped up in the intricacies of every day life that I never gave death a thought. Now that I have ventured into my fifties, I have come to the realization that I have much less time on the earth than I have spent on it.

This is an odd feeling. I find myself thinking about my mortality and how it has laid claim to how it plays a role in the decisions that I make every day. My priorities on what it means to be happy, and how I can get to that level of happiness have evolved and is now paramount in my life. It also continues to be an ongoing exploration of seeing that being happy is much easier than we think it is.

I’m not talking about gaining material goods to see if I can make myself happy, it’s more of a choice of how I interact with everyone around me. These personal interactions are what I consider to be true measures of happiness.

Being happy is a choice made by every person every day and should last until our last day.

A Little Blues To Get You Through Your Day

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Unless it has been gear reviews, I really haven’t recommended much on this blog. But as I was checking out another blog, Living (https://mylifewithoutreligion.com/about-me/), he had a post about Seasick Steve, a musician and surfer from California. Of course I immediately watched the video he had on his page and then went to you tube.

My advice to you-check him out. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-upKgaHh3WE

His bio is also quite fascinating. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasick_Steve

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Ward Pound Ridge Reservation

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Overlooking the Cross River Reservoir

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On the AT in Harriman State Park

When I complete new hikes (and even old ones) I try to include these two things in at least one of the pictures. My partners and tour guides, the ones that have been with me during every hike over the last 17 or so, are my day pack and hiking poles. They are true tour guides that have never complained about the length of a hike or the severity of the weather.

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These three photos were taken at Ward Pound Ridge, a place where I have spent many, many hours hiking since this past summer. Located about 20 minutes from my house, it offers a multitude of hiking trails that offer a sense of peace and tranquility to either start a day or end one. 

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Mind Control…

“Television is by nature the dominator drug par excellence. Control of content, uniformity of content, repeatability of content make it inevitably a tool of coersion, brainwashing, and manipulation.”
―Terence Mckenna

Dare I say we add Netflix, your cell phone and any other device where you can binge watch to this quote?

Arrival

“Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters the most.”

-Buddha

WP_20180213_001 I have used this tree to guide me into my parking space for the last 18 1/2 years. It is true that I usually don’t need it, but during the winter months when we have snow, it does come in handy. I know that all I need to do is center my Jeep on the tree and all is good for the day.

As you can see by the picture, you can sometimes get a glimpse of a decent sunrise.

 

Dreaming

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I dreamed that I was on the trail. 

Daypack cinched tight, boots firm on my feet.

Sun slipping through the trees, sweat running down my bearded face. 

I dreamed that I was on the trail.

Feet falling, one in front of the other, the breeze bending the trees.

The trail undulating, leaving its mark as I breathe in the warm air.

I dreamed that I was on the trail.

Snow and sleet falling, I knew it was too soon.

I dreamed that I was on the trail.

My Furry Friend

Sitting on the couch, my furry friends soft breath reassuring,

The snow falling outside, his head resting on my leg, soft eyes looking for confirmation.

Like every snowflake, each glance is unique, telling a story.

As the snow settles on the earth, it won’t move, much like my furry friend.