Yosemite

Things came together today. I’m pretty grateful.

I really want to take my kids on a summer adventure. My older daughter suggested Yosemite not too long ago.

Until then I had been thinking camper road trip. When she said Yosemite, the trip drew into better focus.

Yosemite. More than a thousand square miles of mostly wilderness. A blessed place. A protected place. A holy place, really.

I spent maybe ten Mother’s Day weekends in Yosemite; it was our family tradition growing up. I packed in the back-country maybe another half-dozen times when I was older.

I can’t think of a better place to bridge my child / growing-up experiences to my own children.

Usually you need to make plans way in advance, it’s such a popular destination. Covid Times, we’ll see if maybe I can get luck. A reservation is in process. We’ll see. Hopefully soon we’ll know yea or ney.

And so I watched Free Solo, about a climber who free soloed El Captain four years ago. I’m no climber; a minor boulder guy at best.

But watching an hour plus documentary centered in Yosemite? Just the primer.

I love that place. I love those rocks. I hope it works out. Even as one of the more popular outdoor destinations on the planet — and certainly here in the west, it will be peaceful, and change, and outdoor adventure, and exactly what the doctor ordered (as they say — no doctor involved just now on that front).

This trip, this place, much needed. For me as much as my kids. I need it. They need it. WE need it.

YOSEMITE.

Don’t know it? Maybe do, but want to read more. Here.

Snippets of GOOD

From an old friend, this quote, recently shared. I think it stands pretty well on its own. Enjoy. I did. Do.

“As long as we observe love for others and respect for their rights and dignity in our daily lives, then whether we are learned or unlearned, whether we believe in the Buddha or God, follow some religion or none at all, as long as we have compassion for others and conduct ourselves with restraint out of a sense of responsibility, there is no doubt we will be happy.”~ His Holiness The Dalai Lama

And the thoughts I’d woken up with that day, “What’s on my mind? Tolerance and love, patience and mercy, and just a spark of inspiration — wishing this for each of you, and the world, for the world, Happy Tuesday, peeps~”

A Child’s Wisdom

“This is peaceful” – Levi, my son, as we walked the woods recently with his sisters.

Wind in the trees, sound like rushing water.

So close to the metropolis of a million people, yet a world away too.

Well-worn dirt paths, trails much traveled, loved.

These places, those I want to insure my children know, appreciate, love.

I’m reminded, again and again, how important these wild places are, to our present, our future, our souls.

Go to the wild. Be in the wild. Return to the wild again and again.

Let it slow you down, let it soak in.

As the Ohlone said, “…walk gently, walk with reverence, it will give you peace.”

Lyrics Post: “The Trees”

Timeless, and fitting.

“There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
(And they’re quite convinced they’re right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream ‘Oppression!’
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
‘The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light’
Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw”

Lyrics By Neil Peart

Barefoot

A little more relaxed, maybe a lot. Barefoot.

When I get up, get ready, dressed for they day, keeping it a little chill before the storm of the day, barefoot.

Get home after the day’s doings, first thing, shoes off, socks off, home again maybe where ever I am, barefoot.

An old friend taught me part of this lesson, almost never wore shoes in school, only sandals if at all, barefoot.

I’ve tried and strived to follow the same, tho’ I don’t like my feet as much and they’re not as tough, all the same, I like going, barefoot.