November 25, 2023 – A

Dante’s View 04/23/2006 — Death Valley National Park, California
Discontent is good for the economy
and politics
as long as it doesn't spill over
into terrorist activity or war.

There is such a fine balance
between having it made
and having nothing at all.

Life itself is a fine balance.
And the pendulum is always swinging
between not enough and too much of something.
Enough is not a steady state of being
across the board
around the table.

Balance and harmony are forever 
coming and going like the tides
and the seasons,
trying our patience,
testing our will
until we cry out,
"Enough is enough!"
Of too much and too little!

We ache for things to be just right 
all the time--
and that, we hope,
is what heaven is for,
with hell being nothing right ever.

Learning to live between abundance
and deficit 
is letting things be as they are,
no matter what
for however long it takes
to get use to the idea
that this is it
and it is fine
just as it is.

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November 24, 2023 – A

Pamlico Sound Sunset 11/06/2006 — Cape Hatteras National Seashore, Ocracoke Island, Outer Banks, North Carolina
Waiting for the light to show the way
is waiting for the mud to settle
and the water to clear.

And is the essential feature
of the spiritual journey.
Which is not much of a journey at all,
merely waiting
to see what is called for,
what needs to be done,
in each situation as it arises
and then doing it,
no matter what, 
day by day,
our entire life long.

We can believe anything we want to believe
as long as it enables us to do 
what needs to be done
here/now
day by day.

Doing here/now
is being here/now
day by day.

The old Gnostics had a saying,
"One book opens another."
Action leads to realization
realization leads to action
and that is the spiritual journey.

Waiting/Seeing/Hearing/Knowing/Doing
all the way.

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November 23, 2023 – A

Moonrise 09/26/2007 — Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park, Arizona
Jesus was killed for 
calling out the establishment.
So was John the Baptist.
And the Gnostics.

The Taoists and the Buddhists
didn't call anyone out
and lived their life to its natural end
in the company of poverty and AUMMMmmmm... 

How things are is not how they ought to be.

What are we going to do about that?
Money gets to say what ought to be but.
There is in-fighting even there,
and wars are fought over who gets to say
what ought to be
with the winner taking all for a while.

Leaving us to fall into the Is/Ought To Be fracas 
as well as we can
given the nature of our circumstances.
Carving out our own sense of the Ought To Be,
within the options available to us
and letting that be that
because it is.

It would be different if it could be,
but "this" is always the best we can do 
with what we have to work with
within the times at hand.

It is called "Making our peace
with the way things are,"
in the sense of,
"This is the way things are,
and this is what we can do about it,
and that is the way things are,"
kind of way.

How are you coming along with that?
What would be helpful?
I think all I need is a sounding board,
which is a role you provide.

I get to talk things out with you,
but who do you get to talk things out with?

Talking things out is essential.
We have to articulate how things are with us
in order to hear what we are saying
and adjust our perspective and our perception
as necessary to take the allness of our situation
into account.

How do we see what we look at?
How do we look at what we see?
How does what we believe
impact what things mean?
How does what things mean 
serve/transform what we believe?

We have to talk things out to know.
We have to SAY where meaning comes from,
where our beliefs originate,
what our perceptions are
how our perspective fits into all of this
and who says so.

A sounding board is a vital aspect
of seeing/hearing/knowing/understanding/doing/being.

Who are you talking to?
Who is listening to what you have to say?
Make sure that you are!
And see where it leads, where it goes.

That's all we have to work with
in coming to terms with how things are,
and doing what can be done about it,
and letting that be what it is
because it is,
which changes our relationship with it,
and transforms our world,
just by talking things out.

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November 22, 2023 – A

Into Golden Canyon 03/19/2007 — Zabriskie Point, Death Valley National Park, California
The circumstances we have to work with
are just what they are.
What we do with them,
in response to them
is all that matters.

We have Donald Trump and his mindless masses
to deal with.
It is no worse than what Jesus
had to deal with.
Or John the Baptist.
Or Mother Teresa.
Or any of the Saints In Light.

We, like they did, get up each day
and do what is called for therein,
and let that be that
because tomorrow is coming,
and we have to let
"Each day's own trouble 
be sufficient for the day,"
in doing what needs to be done there,
day after day.

We can't bother about what our chances are,
or what good we are doing,
or whether it matters or not.

It is not our place to worry about such things.
Our place is to see what's what here and now
and to do what needs to be done about it
and let that be that
because another moment is already upon us
and we have to do it again, 
then and there,
which needs what we have to offer again,
here, now.

As it has always been done
by those who have gone before us,
and as it will be done
by those who come after us.

So, we step into what faces us
and give it our best.

Every day.
For as long as there are days.
As children of light
in the darkness that cradles us
and invites us to shine, boldly shine,
no matter what.

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November 21, 2023 – A

West Prong 10/26/2006 — Little Pigeon River, Chimneys Picnic Area, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Gatlinburg, Tennessee
Things aren't what they need to be
because somebody doesn't want them that way.
We all want things to be
the way we want them to be,
and we want them to be different ways
right now.

Arranging things the way they ought to be
would be a matter of getting rid 
of everything with an opinion
of how they ought to be.

Opinions get in the way.
In my opinion.

Living with no opinion in any matter
is the quickest way to contentment
and satisfaction.

Should be a law:
No caring about the wrong things!
In my opinion.

And, No opinions ever about anything!
In my opinion.

Opinions run,
and ruin,
the show.
Every show.

Theology is nothing more
than a collection of opinions
about hearsay.

The world is built on opinions.
They are the foundation of everything.
In my opinion.

I don't know how we get rid of them.
I'll show you yours
if if you will show me mine.
Maybe that would work.

Probably, it would lead to more war.

All war is over disagreements in opinions.
So are all denominations.
That list has no end.
In my opinion.

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November 20, 2023 – A

Beaver Pond Reflection” 2004 – Schwabacher Landing, Grand Teton National Park, Jackson, Wyoming
"The world is too much with us
late and soon" (William Wordsworth).
And, because of that,
we have to take extreme measures
to save ourselves from the impact
of the world
and restore our souls.

We have to take regular retreats
into the silence,
into the natural world
(Taking "Nature Baths," for instance),
into Art, Beauty and Music.

We are the hope of the world,
and the hope of ourselves,
but not automatically,
not "naturally."

We have to mean it,
intend it,
be deliberate,
regular
and routine about it.

We are nature's way of 
recovering the way of nature
and instilling it into the makeup
of daily life.

Native Americans
and indigenous peoples around the world
would understand what I'm talking about.
Everybody else, not so much.

It takes being still and quiet
on a regular basis
to hear and see what is going on. 

We have to withdraw from this world
that is too much with us
in order to engage the world beyond this world,
and know what needs to be done,
when, where and how,
about our alienation from the natural world
of wonder and beauty--
which is our natural habitat--
and restore our rightful place
in the natural order of things.

And live from there
in being stewards of the earth
again,
finally,
at last.

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November 19, 2023 – A

Death Valley 04/22/2006 — Death Valley National Park, California
Putting ourselves "in accord with the Tao"
and "living aligned with the Tao,"
are synonymous with "trusting ourselves to our destiny,"
stepping onto the path
and walking confidently into our future,
allowing it to do whatever it needs to do
to be what it is.

Spoiler alert: Our destiny
is to be who we are,
how we are,
where we are,
when we are,
here and now forever
no matter what--
doing what needs to be done,
when, 
where,
and how it needs to be done
here and now forever
as only we can do it.

Being who we are,
doing what needs to be done,
what needs us to do it,
here and now forever
is all there is to it.

Get that down and we have it made.

The only difficulties involved
with getting it down and having it made
are noise, complexity, drama and trauma--
which are offset by,
disappeared by,
the right kind of emptiness, stillness and silence
on a regular and recurring basis.

This is the story of Jesus
and of all those who knew what was what
and what was called for in response to it
and did it as it needed to be done,
when,
where,
how it needed to be done
for the joy of doing it
and the satisfaction of doing it
no matter what what forever.

This is our story,
our destiny,
waiting for us to step into it
and live it out,
day by day,
in each situation as it arises,
through all of the circumstances,
times and places 
we have to work with,
all our life long,
beginning right here,
right now.

Got it?
Do it!
It is your destiny!
And mine!

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November 18, 2023 – A

Twenty Mule Team Canyon 04/23/2006 — Death Valley National Park, California
Being well is a function of 
doing things the way they need to be done.
That's all there is to it.

All of the untutored sages
I have ever known are in full agreement here.

They also agree on the importance of
not listening to people
who don't know what they are talking about--
which is, generally speaking,
just about everyone you come in contact with 
in a day.

And is the particular purview 
of those who know best and must be pleased.

Children generally make the best companions,
and the more childlike we can be
without being childish,
the better our chances are 
of being well
on all levels of existence.

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November 17, 2023 – A

Hatteras Sunset 10/29/2006 — Cape Hatteras National Seashore, Outer Banks, Ocracoke Island, North Carolina
It is 5:33 AM.
I woke up at 3:31 thinking about Nikki Haley.
If she becomes president, she, 
like Trump if he becomes president,
(and in saying she will do what he does,
she isn't playing her voters to vote for her,
she is playing Trump to name her as VP,
because, Tra-la-la, it's all a game
to get what I want and have my way,
anyway I can,
and it is sick to the core
because it is fascist to the core
and fascism is the disease that ends the world)
would end all association 
with all people in the world
not like she is,
which is also not like she wants the world to be,
and with withdrawing from the world
is more practical than killing the world,
which is the quick way to rid the world
of everyone not like she is,
which is what she would do with everyone in the U.S.
not like she is--
she would rid the world of us
by ending all the "entitlement programs,"
(And don't tell me that tax cuts for the rich and powerful
isn't an entitlement program!),
ending Social Security and Medicare
(Which she also thinks of as entitlement programs)
and thereby throwing most of the people who vote for her
on the trash heap of those unworthy
of being her kind of people,
but don't get me started.

And I moved from here
to thinking about Native Americans,
and how we all would be better off
if they were in charge of things,
and how I would be glad to pitch my tent
in with them,
just to see, if for no other reason,
how long it would take for them
to fold their tents 
and disappear into the night
to get away from me.

They would never kill me, or ask me to leave,
like fascists would,
they would just pack up and move away in the night.
And I would like to see if they would do that,
betting that they would not.

And that flashed me to my friend at the time
Bailey Phelps
who told me,
"Jim, you are like someone jumping out of the bushes
exposing himself to people
to see who would abandon him
if he exposed himself to them."
And I told him it comes from having an abusive father,
and needing to know who I can trust
and who I can't trust early on,
because I don't have time to waste
and don't want to drag things out
wondering who can take me and who can't.

And that flipped me over into the Opposite Game,
in which we all identify ourselves
by choosing which side of polarities
we would choose to be on.
For instance, between celibacy and promiscuity, 
I would choose celibacy, 
and between teetotaler and alcoholic,
I would choose teetotaler, 
and then it got sticky
because between light and dark
I realized that is a false dichotomy
because light if it is bright enough
is darkness because you can't see anything there
just like you can't see anything if it is dark enough,
and I would choose enough light to see what I'm looking at,
but it is not an opposite.
There is no opposite to light or to dark,
just a range of too much and not enough.
And THAT is where we all need to be!
And why can't we realize that,
which is what I think Native Americans all do!

They make room for all people to fall out 
along a continuum from too much to not enough,
and allow them to be wherever they are
for as long as it takes for the to adjust 
their position to somewhere else along the continuum,
knowing that we all have to work out for ourselves
where we belong at different stages in our life,
and no one has to say "Here I am! THIS is ME!" 
because not one of us is capable of being ME!
just like I AM NOW forever.

And then, I said to myself, "I'm going to lose all of this
if I don't get up and write it down right now!"

And that is how we got to be here/now.

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November 16, 2023 – A

Smoky Moon 11/24/2006 — Clingman’s Dome Parking Lot, Cherokee, North Carolina
We live in the service of what?
Money is the thing of highest value we can imagine.
And the high rate of addiction 
and suicide among the wealthy
suggests that money may not be it.
And to miss the point of our life--
living in the service of the wrong things--
is the worst kind of hell
forever.

No do-overs.

The wise among us 
spend their life finding out.

The Search for the Holy Grail
is the search for what we are here for.
What is the source of vitality, exuberance, bliss?

It is not drugs/sex/alcohol/shopping/partying or money.

The spiritual quest comes down to
finding what it is
that is life itself for us.

What have you ruled out?

What do you think it might be?

What are you doing to know?

Here's my best hint:

Attend your nighttime dreams.

And your pile of rejects.

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November 15, 2023 – B

Cades Cove Methodist Church 10/15/2007 — Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Townsend, Tennessee
Relax into the Now! Take care of the moment!

We are being carried along by forces quite beyond us.
Sit back.
Pay attention.
Be aware. 
Be present.
Enjoy the ride.
Saying the things that cry out to be said.
Asking the questions that beg to be asked.
Doing what is called for,
as it is called for,
in each situation as it arises.
No one could do more,
and that is all that is asked of us ever.

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November 15, 2023 – A

Mt. Moran at Ox Bow Bend 07/15/2005– Grand Teton National Park, Jackson, Wyoming

I spent the last seven years of my ministry participating in the creation/development of “the church as it ought to be.”

It was called simply, “The 9:20 Service,” because we met at 9:20 on Sunday morning–9:20 because that was late enough to allow the people who needed to sleep-in to feel like they had, and early enough to keep the 11:00 o’clock service undisturbed and in place.

It was started with a gift of $4,000 and a “See what you can do with this” from a person who didn’t understand why more people weren’t coming to the 11:oo o’clock service.

I gathered a group of six to eight people of “like mind” to think out seeing what we could do with it, and agreed to ask all of their unchurched friends, “What would it take to get you to a church service twice a month?”

The answers were wonderfully revealing: No sermons! No prayers, particularly prayers of confession! No bible! No hymns! No creeds or confessions of faith! No organ! No offerings! Etc.!

In other words: “No Church as it currently is!”

“Okay,” we said, and crafted a series of ads in the local paper, paid for with the $4,000, around the theme of “No Bible, No prayers, No hymns, No offerings, No kidding!” with the location, time and place for the first meeting.

We used some of the $4,ooo to hire musicians–local singer/songwriters and individuals/groups who were paid $100 a “gig” to play their kind of music with “no religious music allowed.” We had pianists doing their thing, cellists doing their thing (Solo Cello is super), blue grass quartets, doing their things (Wonder of wonders, this sometimes included Rhiannon Giddens–Laurelyn Dossett/Pole Cat Creek and Steep Canyon Rangers were part of our Saturday Night concerts, but that’s a story of its own). It was a truly magical time over a period of seven years.

The service opened and closed with ten minutes of music. Ten minutes of silence followed the opening act. A time for “community sharing followed that and I followed that with a loose arraignment of thoughts like those I post here. We were done within an hour to make way for the 11 o’clock service and that led me along the path of “re-thinking church,” which I am walking to this day, and beyond.

Which gets me to this: There is nothing to “being the church,” but. There is a catch. We can’t “be the church” and pay the bills. My salary was a significant bill. A building to meet in with heating and cooling, repairing and painting, etc. were significant bills.

The early church for the first 200 years or so didn’t worry about paying the bills. There were no bills. Organized religion came on the scene as a way to “save the world” with a catch, “Organized religion exists to pay the bills!”

It took two centuries for the priests to take over religion and sell eternity for the low, low price of tithes and offerings. And in that moment, the church as it had been, and needs to be, ceased to exist.

So, I’m rectifying that situation by throwing out theology, creeds, doctrine, the Bible, hymns, offerings, etc. and offering in their place the right kind of emptiness, stillness and silence (and music).

I carry in my shirt pocket a few business cards which I pass out to people I feel would be open to the idea they represent. They have a photograph on one side, with my name, my ClickASnap link and nine words: balance, harmony integrity, sincerity, spontaneity, vitality, emptiness, stillness, silence.

I tell the recipients that the card represents a three-fold meditative process. The image and the link are connections to the natural world, and they are a part of that world, and are to explore their own original nature and innate virtues/specialties/interests, the things that are natural and automatic with them, and they are to look through my images on line, and become sensitive to the scenes they walk through each day, looking for what catches their eye, and look closer, examine/explore fully meditatively what is there that attracts them, that connects with what is “in here,” within their own heart/soul/self.

And they are to do the same thing with the words–adding to the nine terms on the card their own words, like beauty, truth, justice, equality, etc. and meditate on the meaning these terms have for them and how they might adjust their living in order to serve/express/exhibit those words in their life.

In following these three avenues/paths of meditation/awareness, they will be opening themselves to themselves and to how their life needs to be lived to exhibit/express the truth of who they are in ways that are appropriate to each situation as it arises throughout the time left for living.

And, in so doing, they will be being the church as it ought to be, without the hymns, doctrine, theology, etc. And they will be creating/discovering their own symbols which will serve them as guides on their path through the sea of life and being. Which is all we need to find what we need to do what needs to be done. Which is all that can be asked of any of us ever.

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