Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
Blue Ridge Fall 2004 — Vicinity of Mt. Mitchell, North Carolina
Balance and Harmony, serenity and tranquility, at peace with ourselves and our situation in life...
These are the conditions required to access our intuition and align ourselves with it.
And they are concurrent with emptiness, stillness and silence.
The right kind of emptiness is contingent upon the conditions required for alignment with our intuition.
It all comes together to lead us along the way of life everlasting-- which is the experience of life in its fullest, most vibrant and vital encounter.
When then and there is experienced here and now, that's it. There is nothing beyond "to ask, or seek, or imagine"-- just the continuation of the Eternal Now of the bliss of being.
Which, of course is gone in a wink, and we are left with "the memory of its passing and the dream of its hoped-for return."
But we know it is there for the experiencing when the conditions are favorable for the rest of life and perhaps beyond.
El Capitan in Merced River Yosemite National Park, California, 2006
Living intutionally puts us in the center of the way that is the way, and relieves us of the burden of having to know what we are doing.
I have never known what I was doing. And I am five months away from stepping into my eighty-first year.
It feels as though I have been guided along through the entire maize of choices and possibilities.
I read the signs and opt for the choice that seems most obvious, given the alternatives. I wouldn't take this system to Las Vegas because I have nothing to do with places like Las Vegas, beyond flying into and out of on trips to Death Valley and Arches and Canyonlands, back in the days of seeking out scenes to photograph.
It also takes emptiness, stillness and silence to sense the intuitive route, and there is nothing quiet about Las Vegas.
There is nothing quiet about our life style, and it has been getting louder, more chaotic and ridiculous by each high tech spin machine.
Which is to say that we have to be intentionally intuitive, sitting still, being quiet, waiting for the guiding realizations emerging from considered reflections regarding what's what and what is called for in response to it.
It has been the path of the species from then to now, and is the route to the rest of the way for those who learn how to use it.
Sunset at the Point 2006 — Ocracoke Island, Cape Hatteras National Seashore, Outer Banks, North Carolina
I think we do it better with more of the right kind of emptiness/stillness/silence, conscious/mindful awareness and intentional affiliation with our intrinsic intuition.
Abandoning achievement/acquisition/accomplishment/productivity/etc. in favor of living aligned with, in full accord with, our intuition, would work wonders "right out of the box."
I am confident that the Buddha and Jesus did it this way, as have all those who have done/are doing it the way it needed/needs to be done throughout time.
Intuition is the way to the way, which makes intuition the way all the way.
Screws with our plans for ourselves but the person/people who came up with the story of the Garden of Eden knew that was the case all those years ago.
Carteret Ferry Mirror 2006 — Pamlico Sound, Ocracoke Island, North Carolina
The future is crammed with possibility, and we have to be ready for it all, though the likelihood of my being drafted into some war is less likely every day.
I will take a piece of blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream if one becomes available. It is amazing how difficult it is to whip one of those up. Possibility is never what it could be, which makes planning somewhat iffy.
Readiness in the surest sense of the word revolves around emptiness/stillness/silence and intuition.
With those in place, we can read--or listen to-- the weather forecast and be confident of at least knowing what to wear tomorrow, and probably the next day.
And with those in place, we will have what we need to do what needs to be done in any contingency that may arise.
That leaves looking out the window and waiting for what's on the way to arrive.
I like letting the future come to me. Conserving my energy is my plan for whatever the future holds.
All It Takes Is Time For Moss To Grow — Roan Mountain Rain Forest, Pisgah National Forest, Carver’s Gap, North Carolina
Doing it the way you think it ought to be done, doesn't mean telling anyone else what you are doing, or telling them what you think they ought to do beyond, "Listen to your own heart, and follow your own intuition."
If everyone listened to their own heart and followed their own intuition, the world would be a different place overnight.
We do our part by listening to our own heart and following our own intuition.
Big Creek Fall 2006 01 — Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Big Creek District, Waterville, North Carolina, Access
We are--or eventually will be--awash in circumstances which challenge our resources, will, and intellect in rising to the occasion and doing what needs to be done.
We can be swamped, in other words, and at a loss as to what to do, here, now, next.
The work is to empty ourselves of all anxiety and open ourselves to the stillness and silence and to our intrinsic intuition, our original nature, and our inherent virtues-- the things we do best and enjoy doing most.
And wait in the silence for direction and guidance to arise to lead the way from this moment to the next one, from these circumstances to those that follow.
Our intuition, our nature, our virtues are our "very present help in time of trouble," which "will not abandon us or leave us bereft."
It only takes trusting ourselves to them to know it is so, "One step at a time."
And listen to our dreams.
I had a great one two nights ago. I was walking with a black bear on a leash.
"Well, now what?" I wondered. "What am I going to do with a bear on a leash?" "How hungry is it?" How am I going to feed a bear? How many beef roasts will it take? How often?"
I was dealing with these questions when I came upon an empty 18-wheeler trailer with bars on the sides and top, and I led the bear up the loading platform into the trailer where I left it, shutting the doors and securing them while I pondered the matter of what to do.
That led me to two realizations: 1) Why/how is this MY problem? 2) In what way is this bear a symbol of a burden that I am carrying in my own life?
The bear clearly was not my problem, and it was clearly a symbol of my life in its entirety.
My responsibility for my life is exactly my responsibility for this bear-- the bear is my life. In assuming my responsibility for my life, I am relieved of my responsibility for the bear.
And I eased into wakefulness aware of the need to be aware of my life and of my need to serve it with my attentive presence-- as though it were a bear on a leash.
We wait for the right time to act, in the right way and the right place, then we offer our best in the service of what is called for.
How do we know what is right, when, where and how? Ah, that is where our intrinsic intuition comes in.
Our place is to invite/allow/permit our intuition to guide our boat on its path through the sea-- putting us in position to act in its service when the time is right.
Our place is to stay out of the way and let our intuition act through us in a "It is not I who live, but my intuition who lives through me!" kind of way.
Sunset on the Sound, 2005 — Pamlico Sound, Cape Hatteras National Seashore, Ocracoke Island, North Carolina
We live and die as though we are individuals. But It gets all blurry and slushy like a blenderized fruit medley in death.
All our lines are erased.
We look around as single malt liquor might in its curing barrel, wondering if we just made up individually, and if we didn't, how did it all disappear so quickly?
But really?
I have a 1 year old great granddaughter, and a 29 year old oldest granddaughter. Neither are anything like they were at birth, and are nothing like they will be at eighty. So, who/where/when is this "individual self"?
It's a fiction. There are no individual selves. We blink and we're different. We are a lifetime of different selves thinking we are one eternal, unchanging, self.
Then we meet the curing barrel and are stunned.
The whole self-thing was just a warm-up. The after life extravaganza goes on forever, with us forming new and different shapes and patterns, liquid and solid, light and sound, spinning and flowing, through gravity and time.
Rainbows and northern lights, Supernovas and dark matter... The cosmos is our playground, and we are just getting underway.
Until we die, heaven is the best we can do. But what waits is a completely different world without end. Amen!
The Stump on Roan Mountain 2004 — Pisgah National Forest, Carver’s Gap, North Carolina
Knowing the difference between Stop - Go, Yes - No is important knowing.
Managing dualities correctly, not incorrectly makes all the difference.
And dispensing with duality in a cavalier, "Enough of that, it's only appearances" kind of way leaves us in Limboland, not sure if we are here or there, or somewhere in-between-- neither here nor there, both here and there.
What's for lunch? Where is the checkbook and the car keys?
Those who know and those who don't know unite in becoming everyone.
For what that's worth.
I'm waiting to see what difference it makes.
What matters most? Who says so? In light of what do we live? What guides our choosing? What do we stand to gain? What do we stand to lose? Where are we better off? What are the trade-offs? The compromises? What determines when we do what and where we draw the line? Do we think our way forward, or wait to know?
"Those who know don't say. Those who say don't know."
Controlled Burn 2004 B — Glacier National Park, Montana
I am for throwing out theology, doctrine, dharma, dogma, creeds, beliefs and opinions-- and devoting ourselves, routinely and regularly, to emptiness/stillness/silence, opening ourselves to our intrinsic intuition, our original nature, and our innate virtues-- the things we do best and enjoy/love doing most.
And seeing where it goes over time.
You will not find a better, or more timely, suggestion in the entire world of ideas and talktalktalk.
Lake McDonald 01, 2004 — Glacier National Park, Montana
The waitress at the Glacier Diner said, "Honey, if it isn't raining, its burning. And rain is a lot better."
So we took the rain with a smile, happy it wasn't worse, for a week of seven wet days without a mountain top in sight.
We were regulars at the Glacier Pie Place, with their "Pie for Courage" hats and their menu with more pies than I thought were possible, making seconds an attractive option with the rain coming down.
Going to the Sun Road was terrifying in the rain and fog, with no guard rails and an infinite number of drop-offs into infinity, so we took the long way around on the return trip and haven't regretted it yet.
But I do think about the pie from time to time, and got the Courage connection with driving to the sun. It's a definite requirement for the trip.