All posts by The Hippy

Living in northern California, as best I can. I try to live a life of compassion and awareness, in service to the idea of humanity elevating the shared concepts of decency and respect. I am old enough to know better, but I am young enough to keep trying to live fully and honestly, embracing vulnerability for the sake of growth and happiness. Seriously!

You Don’t Need Permision

Trigger moment: I see a random post on the social media, some person asking if they can “just make up” a name for their band…

Seriously? How old are you? Do your parents know you’re on the Internet unsupervised? Of course you can! Why are you being so silly?

I noticed this wave of feelings, and I realized I had forgotten what it was like to be so afraid of revealing yourself, to claim your individuality from the herd. To be so young and uncertain of exhibiting any sort of creativity under the gaze of a cruel and mocking public.

I imagine coming from a place of totally repressed emotional need, and the daring and extreme arrogance of saying you have a band in today’s world, and then actually giving said band a name.

You are cruising for a social bruising, if anyone catches you thinking you are special or in any way talented.

That is so presumptuous.

I mean, really, it presumes you have some friends that play instruments and that you make some kind of noise together – but not much more than that, honestly.

Reality Check

I want to tell this young person not to worry about it. It’s not like anyone else outside of your middle school class will even care – unless you are damned good.

Whenever I hear someone say they are “in a band” I am not impressed, nor am I unimpressed. It’s like saying you have a pair of shoes. How nice for you. I too, have had many pairs of shoes.

Of course, I do live in California, where everyone is a famous actor or rock star. I guess you get used to it after a while…

The point is, news of a band simply existing brings no expectations either way, as a band must be “experienced” before an accurate reflection of one’s opinion can be formed.

Sometimes greatness emerges from the weirdest of places, and sometimes only in certain circumstances – which merits a certain name. So maybe there is some awareness of destiny and a desire to get the appropriate name for the amazing experience that will go with it.

I hereby grant you the permission of the old and in the way – go ahead you uncertain awkward little person, make up a name for your band, and rock on!

I guarantee you will have more regrets about NOT forming that band and giving it a name than you will from seizing the opportunity to live your best life.

GO AHEAD!

So my response, after a bit of consideration, is to be encouraging.

I want to not only grant my permission to this complete stranger, but also issue a challenge: come up with a name that would surprise the crackers out of me. Like, as surprised as you are to hear me say “surprise the crackers out of me”.

I love coming up with band names. I have a few awesome names reserved for bands that don’t even exist yet. That’s right, I come up with names for bands that don’t even exist, a hypothetical, yet select grouping of individuals, all originating from the exclusive realms of my crazy stoned mind. But in my mind, we rock hard. So, damned, hard…

Actually, true confession: I don’t even have a single friend who makes music right now. I guess I don’t get out much, these days – I just stay at home and play with myself…

But if I ever run into that eclectic collection of individuals, we’re ready to take the stage as a named unit.

Hehe, unit…

A “band” is a special unit measuring a moment of time and shared purpose, a special force for which a special name is given. So it is probably worth taking some time to come up with a good name in advance.

Preparation is key, and better safe than sorry, right?

Be Awesome

Make your band name something memorable and awesome, something to inspire visions of your flavor of sonic delight.

Unless your music is shit, and then you should definitely include the word “turd” in your name as fair warning. This can go far towards alleviating the pressure of performing for unknown and potentially hostile strangers.

When your name includes “turd” people shouldn’t make a fuss, they should know it could go either way.

Imagine a marquee boasting “The Flaming Turd Burglars” – tonight only!

I’d go see that band…

… at least for a couple of songs.

It might be surprisingly awesome, but based on the name, I wouldn’t be that disappointed to find out the band is shit. Truth in advertising, you know?

And even if you are shit today, who’s to say that if you stick with it, you won’t someday outgrow the name?

Whether you’re shit or not, it’s basically no pressure either way.

Be Surprising

Even better, don’t be shit.

Because even with a juvenile and idiotic name, you never know what type of musical inspiration might be masquerading behind that façade.

That freshness of your individual perspective along with the well-known tropes of coming of age can lend a novel twist that delights the jaded old souls of the unsuspecting.

Those of us who are experienced in the ways of debauchery know better than to dismiss a band based on their name alone. We’re here for you – we’ll give you a chance.

So please dare to be different, surprise us with some original sounds, and add some inspiring lyrics, if you will. Be more than a name, be a force of nature, and a testament to these times of change.

The world needs more people making music, whatever they call themselves.

Compassionate Consideration

It must be extra challenging to be a kid in today’s world.

It is unbelievably difficult to express your inner creative side in the face of so much withering scrutiny, capitalist exploitation, and childish cruelty, all being amplified through idiotic social media and AI distortion.

Every mistake is mocked and preserved for future ridicule, with a potential for reaching all around the globe in a viral celebration of humiliating misfortune.

So much of today’s “reality” is just hyper-fiction bullying, and it is impossible to avoid when there are so many miserable trolls out there. It is sad for them, really – those poor stupid trolls, unable to add anything of value to the world, just seething in their own mediocre self-hatred and misery, until it inevitably spills out as attacks on other people, like an overloaded diaper.

In today’s world we have a new coming of age moment when individuals learn basic truths about people through the “magic” of the Internet. That moment when a lifetime worth of abuse materializes in a matter of minutes from complete strangers. This can lead to an epiphany where a person realizes social media trolls are shit, that they are everywhere, and they are best ignored.

Here’s a secret to dealing with toxic trolls: just block them and then enjoy the peace of their absence. Nothing pisses them off more than being ignored.

This life lesson can also transfer into other venues beyond the Internet. It is valuable to learn how to ignore trolls, and to be selective in terms of the voices you allow to find purchase in your psyche.

Be kind to yourselves, and let your imaginations run free.

Share with the world, be creative, have fun, and do be careful about what you post on the Internet, but don’t take yourself so seriously that you never have any fun.

Give yourself permission to be young and dumb, and make mistakes you can learn from, and have fun! The reward is you get to grow into wiser and more capable people, and you have a lot more fun along the way.

None of us can be reduced to our most embarrassing moment, there is always more to the story. You’re bound to get back up and add more memories to the pile.

Own your story, and tell it your way.

There is nothing wrong with leaving a track record of the fact that you have grown up and had fun doing it. Anyone who makes fun of that basic fact still has a lot of growing up to do themselves.

Shine On

Be true to the joy in your creative heart, and don’t worry about the pathetic narcissists trolling others on social media – we all know they do that because they are afraid they are secretly shit. Ironically, they make their true nature clear as day, and it is no secret at all: trolls are total shit.

So let the creativity flow, and get out of control! Lose yourself in the joy of making music and coming up with different names for your band. If you can’t be sincere and meaningful, be stupidly funny, be bold and outrageous. Nobody owns your story but you – so you might as well make it a good one.

But please don’t just be shit. Put in the work, and make your music worthy of a cool band name, and then make that cool band name up, based on your own twisted little creative impulses.

The rest of the world will be watching, waiting, and hopeful for your success.

But no pressure.

We’re just hoping you rock!

February 25, 2024 – Evening Edition

San Jose, California: Local man reports everything is fine. “Today we had French toast and bacon.”

Meanwhile, across the country and around the world, lots of people did not get any French toast or bacon, among other distressing news.

You know what? Fuck all that depressing shit. Life is already plenty hard enough without reminiscing about all the terrible times we suffer through every day.

Let’s just take a moment to be thankful for whatever moment of peace we can get – and if you can get some French toast and bacon, you should totally get it. Whatever time of day, any day of the week, French toast is fucking great.

Neighborhood Watch

I went for a walk this afternoon, it was sunny and about 67(F) with a light occasional breeze.

There were families at the community center, laughing children playing on the swings and slides. Old people and young people walked around the pond, ducks and a plague of ground squirrels swarmed all around – fat and happy.

Following Penitencia Creek eastward, I get to the recharge ponds and take a minute to enjoy the moment.

East San Jose, California on Feb 25, 2024. A large pond is surrounded by green hills and suburban houses under a brilliant blue sky.
A moment of peace.

I’d like to say I got a lot more accomplished today, but here we are at the end of the day with more memories than artifacts to share. I’m not complaining, BTW.

Whatever was necessary obviously happened, and the rest is all incidental. Gratitude flows though all of it.

Here’s to one more day of the good life. Love the ones you got, and help them be their best. Tomorrow might bring rain, but it also might bring French toast and bacon…

~

HAIKU

I started writing haiku in August, after finding an individual who provides a weekly list of prompts for each day. There is a community of people who participate in the challenge, sharing their haiku with a hashtag of #DailyHaikuPrompt.

I think there is a bit of joy similar to solving a puzzle when you can write a haiku that works.

I also like to not use the word that is a prompt for the day, instead, I try to evoke that word through the haiku. No judgment against those who use the word itself, it’s just something I try to do for the sake of making it more challenging.

Here’s a bit of how it went…

August 11, 2023: grin

This crescent moon knows,

witness to jokes left untold.

Cosmic mirth aglow.

August 12, 2023: boisterous

Black billowing clouds,

bickering chaos, starlings

bursting through the sky.

August 13: web

These connections bind

dust and time, filling spaces

life has left behind.

August 14: buzz…

Bees and flowered fields,

common fare tonight. I’ll risk

some beer and a joint.

 

A golden mandala on a background of a gradient fill from green to purple to red and orange.

Some days the prompt is a little more inspiring than others. Or perhaps somedays I wander around the point more actively than others. I often know when something isn’t quite right, or not in a tone I want to spread around. Trying to add light here…

August 15: spiral

Downward and inward,

racing exponentially

we find our demise.

 

Cosmic knowledge etched

in stone, wisdom shows

our universe flows.

 

Cosmic knowledge etched

in stone, universe flowing

into the unknown.

 

These days of pleasure

whose numbers are few, racing

quick, like morning dew.

 

Again and again

we sink further, losing sight

of hope and reason.

 

The bolded one is what I shared on Mastodon. I don’t share all of them on Mastodon. I don’t always save the “extra” ones either.

This next one isn’t so depressing. Honest.

August 16, 2023: reflection

This tiny puddle,

empty. Yet see how it holds

the moon and its light.

August 17, 2023: undulate

Twisting and turning,

rising and falling, sustain

life’s flowing rhythm.

August 18, 2023: wrestle

Meditate your mind.

Seasons change position, wind

speaks of balance lost.

August 19, 2023: fire

Fierce destructive light.

Transformative, humbling, pure

ambitious hunger.

August 20, 2023: catfish

Hiding in the slow

river’s deep shadows, tasty

when fried in corn meal.

A bench is in focus in front of a lake that gets blurrier as it extends across the rest of the image and farther away from the bench.

That’s enough for now… If you want a daily dose, follow me on Mastodon!

Last Night

I dreamed I was riding on an elephant.

Strange, to be sure – I have never ridden an elephant while I was awake.

It was a magnificent sensation, to find myself safely on its back as it rose to full height from my very low place, bearing me along with effortless grace. The world unfurled before us in organized wonder, clearly and conveniently arrayed from my perch.

I could feel the muscles of its enormous back and legs as they moved forward, creating a unified stability in their disparate and mighty individual motions. A wholeness of immense power with the ability to rip itself asunder, borne of a tender regard and love which prevents this from happening.

Awareness is sitting here.

Such a powerful experience, such a wonderful conveyance along my journey to deeper understanding.

I will sit and I will watch. All that I am seeking is hiding behind patience.

I find friendship in my presence.

I will do all in my ability to honor this friendship, to tend as dearly as even my most clumsy self is able – with love and compassion.

This elephant bore me along, apparently relieving me of the confines of some sort of mucky trap I had wandered into. Gratitude surrounds us as the wind blows through our hair, enveloping each step and every moment, step after deliberate step defining our progress – with every step another breath and fleeting awareness.

Free at last, I embrace each moment.

From the back of the elephant, I not only saw the entirety of the surrounding landscape and where I needed to go – I saw that we were already walking in this direction.

I remember now to look for the monkey and the rabbit. Surely, they are sitting here with me.

Together we watch the universe unfold, passing the pipe among us.

‘twas ever thus.

~

Alive and Kicking – December 17, 2022

The shadowy author standing in front of the watering hole with sun low in the horizon.
We meet again…

It has been a long cold while since I posted an update of any sort.

In an effort to not post a stream of inane garbage, I have self-censored and delayed everything into nothing.

Now for my next amazing trick, I will resurrect this corpse of a blog from the dead…

Considering Social Media from Self-Inflicted Solitude

“Nothing we see or hear is perfect. But right there in the imperfection is perfect reality.”

Shunryu Suzuki

I have largely withdrawn from the interwebs and have been considering their role in my life.

Some of these things are simply amazing, and stand as marvels of humanity’s progress and achievement, while so much of the rest is just terrible.

Most insidious is the effect it can have on your psyche and daily trajectory, dissolving your time and focus into nothingness and/or creating a sense of urgency and importance where there frankly is none.

Time and time again, I see the primary constant is the exploitation of people’s attention. Little nuggets of value are sprinkled among the never-ending flow, just enough to keep your primal attention span engaged.

I don’t like the idea of being manipulated, nor being used like some farm animal.

I’ve always admired the monkey who was smart enough to open his own cage and escape the lab.

So I choose freedom and reconsider my associations. I conceive a new plan…

an egret surveys a stretch of shoreline

Goodbye Facehole and Fuck Off Twitter

I don’t want to be anti-social, I just don’t believe I’m being well-served by the current paradigm. I see a growing trend among other like-minded individuals.

Oh yeah, and fuck Elon Musk.

Recognizing the traffic gathering down at the water hole doesn’t mean you have to drink that mess. You can still interact with everyone who gathers there without putting yourself deeply in the middle of the muck.

No longer shall I feed my content to the behemoths who only manipulate and exploit for their own ends (and shit all over the water hole in the process).

I will give them breadcrumbs to starve on, and divert interested parties to a place where I control the narrative – literally.

Lost in the Static: My Own Streaming Service

a very well camouflaged night heron makes an early appearance

No illusions or allusions of grandeur here, but I can’t help but consider the trend of every media studio trying to set up their own streaming media subscription service. The “big networks” are quickly becoming an antiquated concept, and a new way of engaging with media is emerging where there are more options and less amazing stuff gathered in any one place.

Except for Disney+ maybe.

Bastards…

And so it goes with blogs as well. I’m fully aware of the traffic stats here. This is an exercise in growth and discipline, not a narcissistic plea for your attention.

I also see the latest trends with Facebook and Twitter as illustrating a similar and growing movement, as people withdraw and reorganize around different solutions.

I like this.

Network = Net Worth

I will use them for my own design.

I will use their network to grow my own, and in the process push them a couple of steps out of the food chain.

I will post announcements of new content residing on my blog, like a signpost at the watering hole.

A sign pointing towards an unfiltered source of content. An opportunity to check in for something a little more substantive.

The good stuff is back at the hut.

I Take What I Like

Of course, I am not pretending to abstain from all of the social media and ever-growing content out there.

Don’t be silly.

I will take the best and love it fully, and I will engage and make the most of what the world has to offer.

However, I will be much more mindful of how I engage my attention.

Like any tool, much of what it accomplishes depends entirely on how it is used.

Gratitude

I can’t help feeling like an old dinosaur, as I retreat to my comfort zone and build a base of operations to contemplate the kids on my grass.

I decorate it with whimsy and random indulgences. I celebrate and recognize the influences of what got me here. I try to remember all the wonderful things I have learned and found along the way, things that might help explain or at least entertain.

I will share more frequently, recognizing the value in chronicling the time spent living. For my own selfish reasons, I will document life focused on growth and compassion, and share it freely.

My intention is to focus on the positive as much as possible, but I reserve the right to keep it real when shit gets heavier than normal.

This is an exercise in daring greatly, in living as fully as possible, and giving myself permission to someday find that I have grown.

So let it be written, so let it be done.

the sun sets over the trees around the watering hole.

A Simple Commitment

I will try to add value to the world in some form or fashion. I will try to be both kind and brutally honest. I will try to express my gratitude for each of you and your attention, and share the artifacts of my life with simple honesty, hope, and joy.

Sincerely

Thank you for visiting, and whatever it is that brought you here, I hope you now find yourself richer in some way.

~

Here we go again

July 2, 2020

Checking in and marking off another day in paradise…

I’ll try to keep this positive, despite all the trouble in the world right now.

In catching up with life, the universe, and everything, here are some quick points to make about the last 6 months:

  • I’m fine, despite the rumors to the contrary.
  • Learned some things, and found some new perspective – more to come.
  • Lost some “friends”, but got my sanity and life back, so a good trade overall.
  • Reunited with some old friends and we got the band back together- even if it was only for a limited set.
  • Ultimately, I found my way back to the place I need to be despite the chaos of the world and the lousy company I was keeping. I’m working on my routine so I can be here more often…

Don’t have a clue what I’m talking about?

That’s OK, it wasn’t meant for you – and no worries. It don’t mean shit Mr. Natural!

Mr Natural sez: For this moment in time, I have your attention... I have YOUR attention! Did you know that attention is power? Then Mr Natural sits in his chair with an empty speech bubble above him.
Mr. Natural knows more than you. Believe it!

For those of you who do have a clue, consider your next move carefully. I know a man with a hog farm…

Situation Normal?

Let me be blunt for a minute. The “new normal” sucks. It sucks even worse watching people be dicks to each other.

But I remind myself and you that these people are scared and out of touch with their potential to be decent. We need inspired minds to find ways to bring healing and compassion back to the forefront of everyone’s minds.

What a challenging time to be practicing compassion and tolerance! So many asses needing a good solid kick…

Important to Remember

Still, I am grateful for the blessings in my life, and I am cautiously working towards a better tomorrow.

Among the blessings in my life is a network of people who continue to show the better side of humanity, for no reason other than it is what they believe is the right thing to do.

The situation is challenging but it is not hopeless, and we are not alone in our efforts. Thank you all for just trying to be decent people – I shudder to think about what it would be like without your efforts.

In keeping things positive, here is a small sampling of the moments that have caused me to pause and appreciate everything and nothing at all in the past year:

Old truck covered with rust and faded paint with a purple motorcycle leaned against it, in similar state of disrepair. A giant geranium grows up between the two.
Two miles away…
Bright orange flower
Ben’s flowers from the corner.
Three light orange, almost peach-colored flowers.
More of Ben’s flowers.
Sunflower
One of Ben’s sunflowers.
Sun setting over the Pacific Ocean and Marin County coast.
Sunset over the Pacific from Marin Coast.
Sunset from Penitencia Creek Trail
Sunset over San Jose from Penitencia Creek Trail.
The Midnight Creeper - orange cat from my neighborhood.
The cat who likes to visit in the middle of the night.
Group of flowers with red/fuschia edges fading to white on the inside with bright yellow centers.
Ben grows a lot of flowers.
Cannabis: Lem OG x Kirkwood from 2019
I grew different kinds of flowers.
Cannabis close-up, rosin glands and pistils.
A close-up of some of my flowers.
Vultures in a tree waiting for me, forming silhouettes against the pale morning sky.
These guys are always watching and waiting…
Polar bears crowded into a lifeboat with an EPA (environmental protection agency) flag, where the A has been created with the Anarchy symbol.
Graffiti for nature.
Cannabis being inspected during harvest.
Harvest time…
single abandoned boxing glove
Abandoned low-level weapon in my neighborhood.
Peace Love Unity Respect spray painted on a building.
Good ideas.
Another mystic morning from the mountain.
Where the kind grows.
Sunset from San Jose
Another beautiful day comes to an end…

Peace out you freaks!

Hippyjo’s Mighty pork and bean soup

Category: Tasty Simple Non-Pretentious Down Home Comfort Food

Cooking time: All day at least, could take three days easy, depending on how you do things. Best if you let it simmer/sit a day after cooking(tastes even better the second day).

Side-dish pairing options: cornbread, rice, pork quesadillas, tortillas, garlic bread, grilled cheese sandwiches, tamales, tacos, carnitas, shredded extra sharp cheddar and jack cheese, avocado.

Ingredients

One of Bens Pigs
One of Ben`s Pigs

You’ll need the following:

  • One (1) bone-in pork roast from one of Ben’s grass-fed pasture-roaming happy pigs- but not the spotted ones, because mom thinks they’re cute…
  • Two (2) cups of dried pink beans(substitute pinto beans if you can’t find pink beans) from Olivera’s Egg ranch.
  • One (1) cup of diced onion from the Saturday farmers market across from the post office
  • Two (2) ribs of diced celery from the Bolinas farm stand
  • One (1) cup of diced carrots from the backyard
  • Four (4) Bay leaves from Potter Valley
  • Three (3) dried Serrano chilies from Potter Valley
  • One (1) big fat clove of diced garlic from the Saturday farmers market across from the post office
  • One (1) fresh Jalapeno chili from the Saturday farmers market across from the post office
  • ¼ cup chopped fresh Cilantro from the Bolinas farm stand
  • 1/3 cup chopped fresh Parsley from the Saturday farmers market across from the post office
  • One (1) tsp Cumin
  • One (1) tsp Oregano
  • One (1) tsp Paprika
  • ½ tsp Chili Powder (optional)
  • One (1) tsp Salt
  • ½ tsp Pepper
  • One (1) lime from the backyard

Instructions

Here’s how I do it, more or less…

Prep

Do the following on the day before(or early morning at latest):

Begin by seasoning and slow-roasting the pork roast. You can take all day doing this step by itself. If you don’t know how to do the slow roast, maybe I’ll tell you how I do it someday, but right now we’re cooking soup. It’s ok if you eat some of the roast once it’s finished, as you’ll mostly need the bones plus a little meat for the soup.

Soak the beans so they are soft. Best results are achieved by soaking overnight. If you forget to start the beans the night before, you can clean and rinse the beans and then cover them with twelve (12) cups of water and bring them to a boil. Once they have begun to boil, turn off the heat and cover the pot. Let the beans sit for at least an hour with the lid in place.

Stock

  1. Remove the bones from the pork roast, but leave some meat on the bones here and there.
  2. Scrape some of the fat from the roast into your stock pot, and set the heat for medium.
  3. Add the onions, celery, and carrots. Cook until onions are translucent, and then add garlic. Cook until the onions and garlic starts to brown.
  4. Add Jalapeno and bones. Cover with water and bring to a boil.
  5. Add dried Serrano chilies and Bay leaves.
  6. Reduce heat to a low boil.
  7. Stir every seven (7) minutes for at least four (4) to five (5) hours, until all meat has fallen off the bones (add water as necessary to keep the bones submerged).

When all the meat has fallen off the bone and any pieces of fat have completely dissolved and melted into the stock, it is finished.

You can take a whole day to do this part and let it sit overnight, if you want the best bean soup and you have the time, that is.

Finally, remove the bones and bay leaves.

Now you have the stock to make the Mighty Pork and Bean Soup…

Finally: Cooking the Beans!

  1. If not boiling already, bring your stock to a vigorous boil. You should have at least eight (8) cups of stock. Add water if needed to have at least eight (8) cups.
  2. Add your soaked beans and reduce heat to medium-high.
  3. Add some of the pork roast.
  4. Cook beans for two (2) to three (3) hours, or until the beans are desired texture and firmness.
  5. Add dry seasoning to taste and simmer for 20 minutes.
  6. Add chopped fresh cilantro and parsley.
  7. Squeeze lime into soup, and stir well.

Serve in deep bowl with at least one of the recommended side-dishes for pairing.

Mighty Pork and Bean Soup
Mighty Pork and Bean Soup

Good Morning! November 15, 2019

The city-scape of San Jose in early dawn light- streetlights are still illuminated
Looking north and west across San Jose towards Sunnyvale and Mountain View – 11/15/2019

A shifting of light reveals the sights of the valley in muted green, gray, and foggy blue hues. Streetlights still shine in the coming glow of dawn, competing for attention in a sparkling cityscape that quietly glistens with potential and intrigue.

Laid out for my inspection and inspiration, I take note of all the great works and great failings of this crossroads of prosperity and change. I am both humbled and motivated to witness and be a part of it.

I walk on.

My morning routine has changed over time, but this path grows more constant and continues to provide a perspective that increases my awareness and informs my ever-opening mind.

Lessons learned, and lessons still in play, I rise and climb this hill as a metaphor for my life.

Momentarily, I can see the past and the future all laid out in the pre-dawn quiet. I savor the calm before the game is fully in play. The fragile calm before the city has come alive in the bustling chaos of another day.

As I descend into the valley again, I make note of the beauty along the way. I remember to be thankful for all that is. Mindful, I walk in peace and contemplate my world.

My neighbors arise and begin to come out into the morning chill and begin their days.

Children head off to school, lugging their backpacks and musical instruments while others are driven like tiny delicate royalty. They are all greeted the same by teachers and custodians alike.

Still more people emerge and race off on their way to cubicles, offices, factories, and stores- providing the lifeblood for another day in paradise.

Domestic bliss left behind, the masses converge on the jammed and humming highways and city streets- giving proof once again that we are not done with this world. We still have much ass to kick.

Life goes on, once again, in all of its infinite ways. For better or for worse, our momentum has brought us here to another day together.

Last night someone left an encouraging message on the sidewalk, written in chalk. Temporary messages like this somehow seem more meaningful when you find them intact- I share it with you:

You can shine brighter than a star just be who you are
Anonymous message in chalk on a sidewalk.

You can shine brighter than a star

Just be who you are

~ Anonymous

Encouraging words written for no one and everyone bring an auspicious welcome to your day. So breathe deep, and face the day happy if you can.

I say to you – ’twas ever thus…

…and Good Morning!

Surreal Sunday

Sitting at the kitchen table, looking out the front windows.

Fire burning on hillside with big white plume of smoke blowing.
Fire burning approximately 2-3 miles away.

A fire is burning on the hill, and the Breakfast with the Beatles show is playing on the radio (KOZT.com).

PG&E has turned off the power “for our protection”. The generator is roaring away to power the refrigerator, the internet router, the radio and the charging of devices. But even still, without power the well can’t pump water- so less than optimal conditions, but it could be worse.

Life continues, and we hunker down wishing the best for the single helicopter occasionally glimpsed through the smoke, dropping giant buckets of water that seem ridiculously tiny compared to the size of the fire.

This is the the third year in a row that fire has come to Potter Valley- and I am starting to think of the fire as an unwelcome relative that comes uninvited, eats all your food and trashes your place, brings their lowlife friends over, and then breaks all your stuff before demanding to “borrow” money and finally getting drunk and causing the cops and fire department to be called to your house.

ENOUGH!
Seriously, I don’t want to even think this is the new normal…

To the south of us the situation is much worse, as the Kincade fire is heading towards Healdsburg and Windsor. A grim reminder of what has been and what might again be our fate- like, in a few hours possibly.

Or, the winds might calm down and they might put it out. You have to hope for the best in these situations, as you pack your emergency supplies and bug-out bag…

Meanwhile, my heart goes out to all the refugees who are now traveling as evacuees and hoping their homes and possessions are not fueling the fire. And for those who have already lost their homes, such devastating tragedy can not be adequately addressed with words. Just know you are not alone, for better or for worse.

If this is like past years, the community will come out and you can count on random acts of kindness to throw contrast into the overall scene of sadness. Be grateful, be generous, recognize it is NEVER enough.

Be kind, don’t give up, watch out for your neighbor and don’t lower your guard – anything can happen.

So let it be, all you need is love- and thank you Beatles.