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Missing A few days ago my son went missing. He was lost in the mountain forest. He had been hunting since 6am that morning. This hunt was originally just going to be the morning but as it was coming close to the seasons end he decided to stay and hunt on his own. His ride was just going to come back and pick him up in the evening, 6pm is when it gets dark. They had arranged to bring supplies to that same location so Hunter could at least have food and water. He never found his supplies. He was hiking around all day scouting the elk by himself. Normally this isn’t a problem Hunter has spent many hours in the woods and is very competent at finding his way, but not today. I believe the combination of hiking all day with out water or food and no other survival supplies, took hunter for a surprise delirium. He was dehydrated and delirious and got completely turned around. He missed his pick up, at that time and he was able to communicate with the driver via text....

The magic ingredient You There is so much going on at any one moment. We are all so conditioned to stay busy, productive, useful. Rushing from place to place, event to event, moment to moment. It all seems crazy and pointless until there is that one thing that happens that takes our breath away. That one happening, for some reason feels bigger than all the rest. The one glimpse into our true selves and that feeling of wholeness and connection. It could be anything, it could happen at any moment it could be as simple as a kiss or a beautiful landscape. What is it that makes that one moment so different from the billions of other moments? You. The real you the one that is divine and always connected the one that is all powerful and brilliant. The moment you step into the picture at the same time as the present moment the two intertwine and magic happens. You are the missing ingredient. Its possible to be completely in the present moment enjoying what it is offering. It is poss...

Butterfly women Calling all butterflies all you beautiful beings who have spent your years slithering on your bellies, inching around in your silly uncomfortable bodies. Fearing the predators who are in search of a tasty meal. It is time to transform. It is time to wrap your flesh with the outer shell of experience and allow for the growth to permeate your cells. You have done the work of being a grubby little creature now for the nourishment of your innermost self. Sleep and dream of freedom and flying. Dream of beauty and possibility. Your body will begin to feel the tightness of this protective skin. You will begin to shift and move and beat up against your outer layer. Do not be afraid for it will feel as if you are dying, and you are. The wormy self is dying to the wings that are growing. You will thrash and cry and push and expand. You are meant to struggle to build the strength it takes to rip open the outer containment. Hit those walls and rejoice for those br...

I have felt Good for many days now.  This is a fantastic discovery for me, this means that all this awareness on focusing thoughts is working. I have deliberately started each day with taking time to feel gratitude.   Amazingly enough by taking a few moments to recognize all the things that are going well and right in my life more things go well and right. I’ve been noticing that as this practice continues there’s a beautiful momentum building, moving me in the direction of all that I want to experience. I’ve noticed a sweet connection to others and a willingness to collaborate. I’ve noticed many inspired thoughts flowing through me as well as many moments of sheer delight. I’ve noticed my mind catching itself when negative thoughts creep in and shifting almost immediately to something else. I’ve noticed heightened energy and a desire to play. I’ve noticed a deep appreciation for my quiet moments as well as when I’m in the company of others. This shift i...

I love, love- As time passes and children grow Season’s change, people come and go One thing remains constant in this ever- shifting life Love There is nothing new to be thought nothing new to be done. Our lives are so ordinarily simple we are the same as everyone The purpose in question is what is the point of it all Where does my silly little story fall Love When we are finished in this world When our songs have been sung We will learn to love in the moment for it never again will come Love will be ours to keep The quiet memories fulfill what we seek We will love That is all there is love