Forty degrees f

Frozen pond white snow

Oak leaf skittles across ice

Sun glare squint warm face 

Clear water in ice

Beaver lodge covered in snow

Woodpecker hammers

Melting snow like rain
From oak, maple, hickory
Drips on, down my neck

January thaw

Melting snow makes dripping trees

Sunshine on my face

White snow no tracks yet
My boots slide on mud beneath
trail of slush and muck

Forty degrees f

Four point four, four celsius

blue sky yellow sun

Snowy path

We got about 4 inches of snow here in the woods last night.  It is really lovely.  Walking down to the pond I noticed that we were the first to disturb the snow.  No squirrel or deer tracks and certainly no people tracks.
The path down to the water's edge wanders.  it goes over one downed tree and under another.  It also changes slightly, now that the ground is covered with snow, as a path should.
A path, changes according to the needs of the moment, the conditions, the mood.  Unlike a road, it is not put upon the ground as a straight line that doesn't get changed.  It is born of the ground, the rocks, the trees, the snow.  It could be said that it is alive.
Lives can be set, unchanging and in defiance of the needs of the moment, much like an interstate highway, or a sidewalk.  Or they can be changing, evolving, and constantly aware of the moment in which they exist.
The path in the snow is now there to be followed but will either melt away or be covered over by the next snow.  This will leave the path to be discovered anew the next time.
This is also one of the things I appreciate about sailing.  There are only rough guides to the direction to be taken and the wake behind the boat smoothes out and fades away, leaving it for the next who passes there to discover on their own.

7696 miles

Home again, home again, jigity, jig!

Two weary travelers,

 and dog called "pig"

We lighted out for the Western Territories. 

We travelled many a mile, 

now we'll just sit by the fire and rest a while.

It was our goal to see loved ones we hadn't seen for a time

and to meet the new young Logan, that was sublime

The Turtle Island Traveller got us out there and back,

and it made up with comfort for the power it lacked.

It now bears a sticker of a rainbow turtle,

that we got at the beach in South Carolina, Myrtle.

Some think that vanagon is rotten to the core,

but Arman fixed that radiator and it ain't rotten no more!

We dipped our toes in the Atlantic, and the pacific and again the Atlantic.

The walks on the beach were a cure for the frantic

drivers on the interstates, both 10 and 95

At times it was scary, but we made it thru alive.

We met a cow named Blondie, the leader of her pack,

and when a calf was threatened, she made her attack

she got the whole herd to chase down poor Chilly,

12 cows chasing one dog is a sight so silly,

that you'd laugh 'til you shot your milk out your nose,

or in this case, your udders, I suppose

The sand storm in west Texas, was the coldest night we spent,

But the warm, natural pool and the campsite at Balmorhea were well worth

the rent

We visited the great ranch, called the "Speakeasy",

where everything was nice, with nothing done cheesy.

The lady there's an angel, and the gentleman, well he can be the devil,

but he keeps his place and his life to the highest level.

They gave us great food, the meat of an Axis

they gave us a very nice room, and gave the dog access.

Harley liked Chilly, he thought she tasted just right,

he didn't hurt her none, just gave her a good fright.

That ranch is a bit of heaven, with a river running thru it

I'd go there again, if the vanagon could do it.

We saw friends in Houston, who we love and wish well,

They are so far away now, and we miss them like hell

We hope they stay safe in that east Texas city,

New York has lost them and that is a pity

Our time in Silver Lake is always to brief,

to hug our loved ones there is such a relief,

from the thousands of miles that keep us apart

and keeps up this aching deep in our heart.

We got to see Kathryn shaping her men, and shaping her clay,

she seems to keep busy all night and all day,

Her art is real beauty, both the bowls and the boys,

We got to see T as he watered his violets, he feeds them real good, 

but he holds a bit more stress than he probably should.

Don't sweat the small stuff and keep yourself real mellow

Your the best kind of brother, father, husband and fellow.

Dinners with us packed around the table in the kitchen,

had the best kind of family feel,

food shared with loved ones is the best kind of meal

We stopped to see my family

in the valley of the Sun,

Where I got to hug my Mother, 

and her second oldest son.

We decorated their tree with ornaments and some light,

and Mom shifted it all 'til she had it just right

Jon dear Jonny, we love you it's true,

but can't figure out some of the things that you do.

focus on you studies, your family and on your guitar

they'll carry you much farther, than some stupid car.

We stopped at a hole in the ground, a big copper pit,

that caused a little town to grow around it,

I suppose that mining caused some harm,

but I guess from it also came the little town's charm

it's little houses, and it's people's faces.

It's one of the lands friendlier places.

Here lives my oldest and dearest friend

it's just so good when I see him again.

He showed us the shops, old and new,

and from his studio, he showed the great view.

He's taken up painting, a Michelangelo, he ain't,

but I think, and Liz's thinks his paintings are great!

This trip had a purpose,

for Liz to see Loy,

and that time spent with her Mother

brought them great peace and great joy

It's hard living so far from the ones that you love,

from the ones that love you, beyond and above

any means of measure

To be in their company is the greatest treasure.

The best we can do is to keep deep in our hearts,

wishes of peace and health and love,

and to write the occasional letter, send an email or text

or pick up the phone when we think of them next.

We can build up our courage to cross over the land,

over the rivers, and over the sand.

to drive thru the day and then thru the night

over and over until in our sight

are the faces of the loved ones we've journeyed to see

We'd do it again, but for the fuel we did burn,

traveling so many miles, one can't help but learn 

that it's the people at the destination

that turn a journey's hard earned miles into a vacation

Maps and Keys

I have just finished reading three of five books written by author, philosopher, neuroscientist, Sam Harris.

The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason (2004)
Letter to a Christian Nation (2006)
The Moral Landscape: How Science Cn Determine Human Values (2010)

I read them in the order he wrote them and have yet to read "Lying" or "Free Will", the last two book he has written thus far, but plan to get to them soon.

I suggest reading his books.  The idea of honesty comes to my mind.  Or maybe dishonesty, with regards to our own, with our selves and those around us.  Fear also comes to mind as well as just plain laziness.  This fear and laziness that each of us clutch on to in order to avoid thinking for ourselves and making real and honest observations and assessments of our situation in this world, in this life.

I gathered that Harris would have us decide our morals, rules for society and laws by way of reasoning out what is best for attaining, and what is, human well being.  I am all for it, but I would go a step further.  In a step that might be dismissed as just a matter of semantics I would say that we need to base our values, morality, and governance upon what is best for attaining the well being of the "living community", or of all things, if you don't want to include the planet as part of the living community.

I perceive that much of the suffering and struggle and strife that is beset upon us and the rest of the world is the tendency to separate out humanity from the rest of the living community, as if our well being alone could be achieved without the well being of the very community that supports us.

Much of religious belief says that the world was put here, by God, for the benefit of man, or at least, for man's usefulness.  This idea, or at least our interpretation and implementation of that idea, has set upon us most of our troubled situation.  Wether we are defining the minerals of the earth or other human beings and animals, as being for our usefulness, we are subjugating all of the world to human needs and cravings, and weakness, all in isolation, and justifying the destruction of the very relationships that support us.  We do this with a divine justification.

Even as Harris points out the liabilities in basing our morality, and thus governance, on religious principal and dogma, he has led us into an equal but different trap of creating our value structure from a point of human well being that removes the human being from the physical world in which it exists, from all the life that makes that world and our existence possible, and good.

I am well aware that most religious doctrine would have us devalue the physical world, and value only the spiritual world, that we have yet to know in any way, shape, or form.  The conflict this creates in us, between us and the rest of the living world and amongst each other is what we are facing as the source for our very destruction of our race, at best, and the end of what is known life at worst.

We look out now, with this amazing state of technology that we are in, and see into other time.  Even with such range of vision we have found little if any signs of anything that we would call life.  We, this planet, this community of living organisms is unique as far as we can see.  Yet, for the sake of greed, and sloth we corrupt and destroy and extinguish life and relationships around us at a rate and level that is simultaneously impressive and horrific and stupid.

We each do this, every day of our lives, many times over each day.  We can observe that rivers flood and drowned fields and that fires burn forests, that animals of the forests, jungles, oceans kill and eat other animals of the forest, jungles, and oceans, but if we look honestly at ourselves, what we are doing is not at all comparable.  We use this as evidence that we are different from the rest of the living community and to reinforce our belief in a divine plan for salvation.  But what we are looking for salvation from is what we are making of ourselves and our world.  It is a self manifesting destiny and an ignorant and stupid choice of situations.

We could go back to hunter gatherer lifestyles and turn our backs to industry and technology and wait while the systems that support us regain some balance and health.  We could do away with possession of lands and monetary systems and live more as the rest of the living community lives.  Actually, we probably couldn't, and why would we?  But, we can pick a more reasonable path.  A path of honesty about what we know, and what we don't.  A path that allows for what we need to be really happy, not just occupied with the pursuit of supposed happiness while never actually attaining it.

I think that a path to real well being can't begin with anything less than the perspective that our well being is completely dependent on the well being of the rest of the living community.  If the world, the earth, the animals and plants that are our food and sustenance, the water that is unique to this planet, the climate that allows all of this to flourish, if all of this is not in a state of well being first, then we are going to find if very hard, if not impossible to attain well being for ourselves as individuals, and as a species.  This perspective leads us to understand the need for well being that goes beyond the individual, the family, the neighborhood, the town, the state, the country, the species and opens our minds to the need for compassion towards all life and being.

Having said all that, I am grateful to Sam Harris for his work and articulation of thought and highly recommend his books and lectures/debates that I have found on Youtube.