All Saints’ Day

The day some honor all those deemed “saints” by the church. Maybe that’s even small “c” church; all groups have those model folks others are inspired to emulate.

Good idea to learn from those who’ve gone before us, those who have set a good example, who have showed us the way.

Those who live in the here and now, and choose the high road, who stay calm in the face of chaos, who can rise above, be the light, be the calm.

Those ones, and then they do good, those ones, Saints on Earth. Let’s remember them all, All Saints Day.

One of my favorite saints from times passed, Ignatius of Loyola.

Default: Ponder

I woke up straight out of sleep recently in the dark, 445am. That’s around the usual time during the week I wake up.

I slipped pretty quickly to prayer; it’s a cycle of gratitude, reflection, forgiveness, and good thoughts for others. I do it most mornings to set my head straight to start the day.

It takes a while. But it’s the mindset, the practice that works for me. Ponder, to start each day.

There aren’t a couple of guys that come to mind that are maybe the exact opposite of me in this particular way.

These two guys I follow through posts and podcasts, they are what we could call Alpha Doers. Both are ex-military officers. Extremely accomplished.

Jocko Willink and Stan McChrystal.

They wake up and they immediately DO. At least that’s how it seems from reading about their morning rituals.

Not to say they’re not thinkers. On the contrary. By all accounts they seems to be deep thinkers and very smart. But their “modus operandi” is GO, DO. Seems their heads are straight from the get when they open their eyes.

I’ve heard in various forms Jocko say, “Default; Aggressive.” Military ops, jujitsu, business, life, in all of these, often the preferred mode: get after it.

Would that I could be that way. It’s just not me. My first step isn’t always forward. At least mostly. At least not in that way.

But forward overall? YES. Forward.

Just a little ponder on it all first.

Hmm. More to ponder.

Reflections: Tribe, Time Off…Transitory?

As I wind up a few days with old friends, in a place that I find particularly peaceful and restorative, I reflect,

Just what is it that makes this time so valuable, powerful, desired?

How can I create more of this mindset in my daily life?

How can I make the hustle and bustle of work life and home life and everyday slow, feel more peaceful, more sustainable?

Questions, always questions,

Striving, always striving.

“The Mexicans”

c. 2008

My brothers. Love built over a lifetime of many touches,

Shared experiences,

Periodic, sustained sharing and togetherness,

Sincere respect and appreciation and joy when together,

Together just enough through,

Weddings and children,

Divorce and death,

We’ve supported and sustained and been there uniquely for one another,

Always finding our way back to together.


Respite, Recharge, Coast

The elements.

The sounds.

The feelings.

Neskowin has the particular magic only a coastal place offers. I love the mountains too, for sure, but,

Well the ocean is the x-factor, for eternal goodness, sound, vibe. I love it.

And this particular coastal place, there’s just few places like it that I’ve been to that make me feel like this place does.

Calm, centered, whole.

And the people I’m with? They have the same effect on me, really. My brethren, these guys have this particular energy and insight that always fill my bucket.

Lyrics Post: “Cheeseburger In Paradise”

Such a good song. Makes my mouth water.

: – )

This song, particularly timely as we head into this soulful weekend on the coast; making our usual stop at Helvetia Tavern, home of the Jumbo Cheeseburger.

Mmm mmm GOOD.

“Cheeseburger In Paradise”

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin’ weight without speed
Eatin’ sunflower seeds
Drinkin’ lots of carrot juice and soakin’ up rays

But at night I’d have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulgur wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

Cheeseburger in paradise
Heaven on earth with an onion slice
Not too particular, not too precise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

Heard about the old-time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
“Warm beer and bread,” they say, “could raise the dead”
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn

But times have changed for sailors these days
When I’m in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas, or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed

Cheeseburger in paradise
Medium rare with Muenster’d be nice
Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god almighty, which way do I steer…

…for my cheeseburger in paradise?
Makin’ the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god almighty, which way do I steer?

Writers: Jimmy Buffett

The Real Deal

Living With The Crazies

My crew, living with the crazies. 10, 8, 7. At times I get their names mixed up during the hustle and bustle of day to day.

They drive me a little koo-koo sometimes, but I know I do the same to them. That’s living together; that’s family.

They sing and dance and laugh and tell their tales, whole fantasy worlds, realities, all their own.

Living with the crazies. Learning lessons. Loving together. I wouldn’t have it any other way.