family is near denali, while I work and ride my bike
July 29th, 2004
They are going …. 
Archive
Archive for July, 2004
Wireless Blogging
July 29th, 2004
Here I am blogging from the foothills of the California Coast Range. Now I need to figure out how to upload pictures from the device……..A
collective unconscious
July 25th, 2004
Have been reading an edited version of Jung’s work (edited by Joseph Campbell) and have spent the last couple of weeks wrapping my brain around the concept of collective unconscious. For me it is further confirmation as the keystone of what I have been looking for and seems to make sense. I come from a layman’s perspective so don’t bring a doctorate in to pollute things. It’s the idea.
The notion melds perfectly with the historical biological record – We all do come from the same place (Africa) and it makes intuitive sense that we would share the same mystery patterns.
cheap road bike – but it flies with a 220 lb man on it
July 17th, 2004
Gone are the days we would stop to decide where we should go …… we just ride
– Crazy Fingers; Grateful Dead
My Prayer ~ Completely Stolen from The Sons
July 3rd, 2004
I decided to tell you one thing or two…, but what did you do to make it so hard to talk to you?
Its wasn’t long ago you had it in mind; You were going to find what was slowing you down.
You found it.
Did you suddenly realize another thing?
Did you suddenly start all your wondering, forget to sing about a thing bigger than you?
Well you’re never alone but some stranger things are true – Wherever you go I’m right beside you.
I’m the good things that you do.
HEADWAY
tao ~ christ
July 3rd, 2004
With the West, man is immeasurably small and the grace of God is everything; but in the East, man is God and he redeems himself.
the funeral
July 3rd, 2004
Don’s funeral was on Wednesday. I have not gone to these in the past (my family just has memorials or “remembrances”; no coffins or ritual) under the the belief that the reasonable thing to do was to remember the person as best I could; meditate or project in my own way my feelings for the person usually when I was in some place of physical beauty (elevation or ocean). Don also had something on Tuesday called a “visitation”. There was a room in a mortuary where his coffin lay (it was closed). Many large flower displays and a large picture of him. It was good for me because, while I was there it was not crowded and I sat in the front pew and more or less fell apart. I think you have to do this as a part of it. Anyway I was able to then attend the funeral the next day and keep it together.
The large church where he had his service was packed and the eulogies were flat profound and consistent. This was a man who had many REAL friends, I being one, and now the question for me is how to fill the gap that he had come to fill on my life. I know how to do it – I am going to try to take the pieces of him that he gave to me and try to give them to others. The first step is to do what he would have done – stay in regular contact with his wife and mother, just to let them know I am there. I think its exactly where he would have started……..
