Lark

My buddie

                                     My skiing ,hiking buddie and true friend and I
                                   went to Ontareo to ski  this last weekend.

My friend being a far better skier than I, left the choice of
determining our coarse to me.
I being somewhat of a whimp knew that they would prefer the most difficult and challenging
coarse. I debated this for a moment, then taking a deep breath , choose the most challenging trail.

It was indeed a challenge  . . .  Alot of up and up and up and doooown  . . .
I did well. I was surprised .

Though this had much to do my friends encouragement and training.
The trails were spectacularly beautiful, with mountains all around us.

I fearlessly hugged the hills toward the end of the day ,
poleless and clueless as to what I had been so afraid of before.

What a metaphore for life . . .
When I left Ontareo, I'm not kidding , I was a brand new brave me.

When I skied today ,at one of my usual ski places ,
 always slightly confronted by'' THE HILL '' . . .

I stood a top it and thought , is this actually a hill  ? THE HILL ????
OMG .. . .  IT'S BARLEY AN INCLINE . . .  .
What a metamorphosis !!!!

There was no falling except when I stopped to pee , I slid on the ice, pants down .
And found myself completly tangled in my skis in the middle of the path . Nice !

Finally through my struggles and after what seemed eternity, I got to my feet with a
sprained wrist , only to fall again ,  backwards this time . . .
Bare assed mind you , into the very TALL snow bank,
while hearing the approaching skiers ,
still . . . . with a full bladder and pants literally FULL of snow !!!!!!

I finally managed to pull myself into an ''upright position'', uprighting my pants as well.
feeling quite humiliated , but knowing my secret was safe
with the boys, me  and  . . .you . . .
So I  went on my ''MERRY WAY'' to the end !

Yet another notch ( with snow ). . . .

 In my . . . . End !!!!!

Lark

Blossoming into Wholeness

Life can't bring you the sublime gift it has for you
until you interrupt your pusuit of a mediocre gift . . . .

Labyrinth of thought

I read something a Zen poet wrote ,''  truth is not found in words'' .

Words are formed from thought.

Thought is a labyrinth.                                                                           
On going. . .

It goes around and around
until it finds its momentary destination of truth.
How do  you capture something that is in constant motion ,
 and give words to it?

There is a lot to be said , in no words . .  . Silence can speak volumes.

And yet I know for myself I take great meaning in words.
Perhaps too much so.

They sometimes have a mind of their own,
 and act upon their own accord.

Words can be decieving ,  misunderstood , manipulated , conjegated,
 consecrated , contemplated. . . .

Depending on who is thinking ,speaking ,writing and listening .

How is it that any of us converse , trusting that our thoughts and words are ''truly''
recieved , understood and respected ?

It seems to me that it is the ''spoken word'' that gets ''complicated''.

Maybe if we went back  to primordial language , perhaps the beginning . . .
like grunting . . .
We would have a better sense and meaning of truth.
It might match the behavior best , in certain cases !

That WOULD be sad.

There are so many beautiful and profound words written and spoken that say
what we need /want to say .
It's hard for me to understand not using them.


I myself , may just stop speaking words all together and choose just to write.
It feels the best , it feels thought out, tender and true.

But then again , they are my words and I know them well.
I like to retreat inside , and surround myself with them . . .
where the words of my soul have been tried and i know they are true.




Lark