http://talkingtree.org/journal The sun in a quiet world Thu, 14 Aug 2008 04:01:53 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en My prayers go out to you tonight wherever you are. May God bless you and protect you in your journeys far from home. When I'm driving down the empty road I'll give you a ride and be a friend. I love your stories and how you write poems on ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/08/14/to-the-hitch-hiker-and-recluse/ I live in the cave. This is what I've dubbed the basement apartment where I'm living three houses from Southern Utah University. It has become a great blessing. Lately I've been having a lot of vivid dreams at night in the in the windowless bedroom where I sleep. You can ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/08/04/dreams-and-sacred-places/ Okay, I had a wild hair to break out of my shell of conformity and write a few words here on Freedom. I'm talking True Freedom and how it feels. First comes courage and faith to think outside the box and to be different from all the others. Freedom is ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/07/09/the-reality-of-freedom/ I'm sure glad that things like that don't happen on a regular basis. Something uncommon and rare doesn't usually pop out of the bush like it did today. I'm not worried about anything paranormal or to do with wildlife. What I'm worried about are the few two-legged varmints that seem ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/06/13/something-weird-happened-in-the-hills/ A couple years ago I had an amazing experience not easily explained. In fact I was baffled at first and then totally overjoyed. It all started when I received a fix-it ticket from a highway cop about a month before for a dead tail-light on my Suzuki Samurai. I ended ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/05/23/mysteries-miracles-and-unknown-happenings/ This morning I listened intently to whistling robins. They were chirping and cheering with an early morning joy. The lovely noise filled me with a bright primordial bliss. There's a storm rolling in from the desert. The whirling gusts of cold shifting air whip the Ponderosa trees in the yard. ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/05/22/early-in-the-morning/ Thank you Heavenly Father for this blessing of harmony. I am so grateful to be a part of the colorful landscape. Canyon Country runs in my blood. It is a part of my soul. When I become old, I want my carcass dumped in a flash flood gully where coyotes ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/05/12/thankyou-god-for-canyon-country/ There is no way to put into words how you feel when looking at huge murals of strange painted beings floating on canyon walls... These images predate the Anasazi and when they arrived in Grand Canyon perhaps they were perplexed by the archaic pictography scattered throughout Canyon Country? They give you ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/05/08/the-rock-art-of-canyon-lands/ I am resting by alcove deep in Canyonlands, dreaming of wasteland shadows and the ancient voices from the past. Thank goodness, I am far from town and listening to the sweet sound of crickets and mourning doves in a cottonwood. A dust devil sweeps the arid plain whipping tumble weeds. ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/05/07/lonesome-wasteland/ Yes, I've been diagnosed with this and too much homework at school is the cause. Right now I am working on a paper about Ethnomethodology and how it has become revolutionary in the field of Sociology. It basically invalidates all the old conventional theories like Marxism. Even society is an ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/05/01/outdooritis/ It is a real virtue to remain calm when storms unfold. As you think you are getting old now, just keep advancing forward through different levels of maturity. Then you will look back and realize your own immaturities. You will see that wisdom and love are not derived from arrogance ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/05/01/thoughts-on-patience/ It has become Methuselah while the sweat of black sun drips from its wooden claws which break timeless howling winds Daily the cloud people travel beyond its barren branches into the ages of silence On the furthest edges of God's Holy Imagination stands the test of time With dark sandstone plateaus below and High above on it's heavenly throne rules the ancient Bristlecone Pine! http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/03/12/king-of-trees/ In town I feel like a stranger and so I go home to visit the hills. Them rolling mountains have always been my friends. They are always there waiting. My love for the wild is my inner peace. On deep summer nights the thunder rolls over canyon country and I ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/02/01/the-beautiful-quiet/ It is a candled night in dreams they sleep vast distances lay between the firelight dances in their minds with each passing hour the dream fades then grows an empty void fills the interior walls of yesteryear even yesterday a vision of pairs walks carefully down an imagined street the soft candled sky shows fiery hues spiraling galaxies throw colorful intensities all ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/01/10/in-the-candled-night/ I've returned to Southern Utah University to finish my schooling. I am not too far from finishing a degree in Sociology. I will pursue graduate school after that and get a masters degree. My interest is Cultural Anthropology or a related field of study. So I've returned after a two ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/01/09/finishing-my-education/ When the hardest trials come knocking on your door, that's when you have to have the strongest faith and steadfastness. That is how it feels. That is the way it always will be. You will not be rewarded until after all the trials of your faith. The truth is that ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/12/16/faith-and-steadfastness/ My love of life is incredible and God made me into a pillar of light. Because I am happy to be free, to roam the quiet folds of reality, to travel the haunted night. I drive a small vehicle down the back roads and dirt roads of a big sky ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/26/between-birth-and-death/ I'm gearing to go somewhere in the next few weeks to go camping for a few days alone. I'm looking at Canyon Lands, or over to Cedar Mesa, by Blanding. Life is good you know, but times can be rough. That's why sometimes you have to get out and smell the ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/15/remember-beauty-when-feeling-uncertain/ In the darkness, when the stars flood the heavens, there are unknown things that prowl the night. The heavens bathe sandstone outcroppings and the landscape in soft, faint, interstellar glow. Coyote laughter disturbs the silence. The border collie begins barking wildly into the black, waking you from sleep. The coyotes ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/13/in-the-darkness/ My writing is picking up. I am sitting alone in a motel room and extremely satisfied. What do ya know! At the moment I feel liberated after traveling long highway stretches and winding through steep rocky canyons. I am the nomadic vagabond! Tomorrow, I'll be tearing across the Colorado Plateau from ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/07/feeling-those-instincts/ There is a rainbow over yonder it sings for you. Through stands of Ponderosa the same light creeps across your bare feet. While you sift the soft fertileness. http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/05/the-little-poem/ I've been posting to this blog since 2003. I've owned this domain since I was a teen. My heart has changed very little since my younger years. My perception of the world has morphed completely and I've come to realize the most spectacular beauty in this world is the Mystery. ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/05/the-mystery-is-in-control/ The power lines run alongside the road with each pole leaning one way or the other. They have become a part of the western landscape. Every road follows a string of power lines. Every sunset is filled with airplane exhaust trails. There is a rooster tail of dirt behind my ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/02/from-last-weeks-journey/ I'm working two jobs at the moment. One is Bar 10, out in the Grand Canyon. The other, Bundu Bashers, out of Park City. My last tour is on the 6th. I guess, I'm done with work for the season. This is a three-day tour beginning when I pick folks ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/02/land-of-the-nuwuvi/ It grows cold tonight. The twilight is winter red. The leaves are gold and orange. Not long now and cottonwood skeletons will be exposed in canyon bottoms. Time to go to Cal's ranch with my next paycheck and get me a Carhartt jacket for the winter snow and muck. The ... http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/10/25/the-cold-is-coming/