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Dusty Feats

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joined on 10/12/06
last updated 09/17/09
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Quotes

Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls. (Joseph Campbell)

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We can't go around measuring our goodness by what we don't do, by what we deny ourselves, by what we resist, and who we exclude. We've got to measure our goodness by what we embrace, what we create, and who we include. Lines from "Chocolat."

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The mass of humanity has minds like soft wax. Once an impression is made upon them, it won't change until you change it for them. They are malleable but not self-malleable (a condition politicians and PR men use to sinister advantage). Tom Robbins 1976

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Some folks hide, and some folks seek, and seeking, when it's mindless neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and won't turn tail should they find it--and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of earth's sweet gas. (Tom Robbins)






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My Bio

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A denizen of the Southern Appalachian Mountains of North Georgia who enjoys random acts of kindness, humor/laughter, and who places high on the cosmic list a respect for my fellow creatures of the Earth. A ( naturalistic) Pantheist and Secular Humanist; a Vegetarian; a Family Man (wonderful wife & two super daughters), animal lover, & notorious jokester; Gray-headed tree-hugger.
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My Recent Activity

Flash Dancing With the Cosmos (blog entry) It was while hiking along among the many hoodoos, tallying my thoughts after a stupendous day in the desert, when the bright glint caught my eye. I turned in its direction (for I am attracted to shiny things) but it had vanished. It was as if the ... read more
blog entry posted Thu, September 17, 2009 - 7:27 PM permalink - 0 comments
There's this magical place... (blog entry) I happened upon. It’s a barren land parched by a sweltering sun. Its inhabitants (those that I could see) are few—small and reptilian or green and spiked—and somehow manage an existence in this austere desert habitat.

But it’s also a place f... read more
blog entry posted Fri, September 11, 2009 - 12:35 PM permalink - 2 comments
Cornering the Late Afternoon (blog entry) In the corner of our yard there's this place to where I sometimes retreat--oft times with a book and a bottle of Georgia muscadine wine. It’s a place to relax, contemplate things, maybe even meditate….

I usually sit in a rope swing hanging from... read more
blog entry posted Wed, April 29, 2009 - 7:48 PM permalink - 2 comments
Day Trekking on Blood: Halloween! (blog entry) Dayhiking to Blood Mountain’s summit has been a favorite bimonthly (or so) pastime of mine for over thirty years now. It’s a two and a half mile trek one way with a 1400 foot elevation gain, and its 4,461’ sunny crown offers scenic vistas in every... read more
blog entry posted Fri, October 31, 2008 - 7:47 PM permalink - 1 comment
Kites at sunset--Burning Man 2008 (blog entry) I happened upon this strange city--a kaleidoscope of tents and sundry wagons--in a barren land scorched by a merciless sun. Its inhabitants were eking out an existence of sorts, although their exuberant dance, colorful dress, and affirmative vibe ... read more
blog entry posted Thu, October 2, 2008 - 8:11 AM permalink - 1 comment
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My Blog

It was while hiking along among the many hoodoos, tallying my thoughts after a stupendous day in the desert, when the bright glint caught my eye. I turned in its direction (for I am attracted to shiny things) but it had vanished. It was as if the moment had passed in a few footsteps, so I slowly retraced those steps—a going back in time, if you will--and suddenly there it was once again! It was a serendipitous alignment to be sure: A sun chasing the western horizon, a clear sky and stones amo... read more
Thu, September 17, 2009 - 7:27 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
I happened upon. It’s a barren land parched by a sweltering sun. Its inhabitants (those that I could see) are few—small and reptilian or green and spiked—and somehow manage an existence in this austere desert habitat.

But it’s also a place filled with Goblins and Hoodoos, sculpted by the wind and rain… and that greatest sculptor of all: geological time. Some are human-sized while others are many stories tall. Some are simply amorphous while others take on the likenesses of fanciful char... read more
Fri, September 11, 2009 - 12:35 PM permalink - 2 comments
 
In the corner of our yard there's this place to where I sometimes retreat--oft times with a book and a bottle of Georgia muscadine wine. It’s a place to relax, contemplate things, maybe even meditate….

I usually sit in a rope swing hanging from a sturdy red maple limb while nearby stands this Hindu deity statue I picked up at a bargin from a roadside yard art vendor (it’s not Saraswati, but as close as I could get in this neck of the woods). I’ve also stacked several pinnacles of riverston... read more
Wed, April 29, 2009 - 7:48 PM permalink - 2 comments
 
Dayhiking to Blood Mountain’s summit has been a favorite bimonthly (or so) pastime of mine for over thirty years now. It’s a two and a half mile trek one way with a 1400 foot elevation gain, and its 4,461’ sunny crown offers scenic vistas in every direction. Back in the day I sometimes ran up and back down this zenith hump on Georgia’s portion of the AT, but nowadays I simply choose to walk.

This morning (October 31st) dawned crisp and clear--a skinny 29 degrees grinned back at me when I p... read more
Fri, October 31, 2008 - 7:47 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
I happened upon this strange city--a kaleidoscope of tents and sundry wagons--in a barren land scorched by a merciless sun. Its inhabitants were eking out an existence of sorts, although their exuberant dance, colorful dress, and affirmative vibe seemed to belie the otherwise austere habitat they deemed home.

"Look! Look high in the sky and you will see them... the Windriders!" I remember a colorful dancer shouting.

It was then that I climbed the back of a white Dolphin to afford myself... read more
Thu, October 2, 2008 - 8:11 AM permalink - 1 comment
 
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Musings and Observations

Day Singer

He sings, he whirrs his song in summer
His stage any branch or limb
A mate will hear his beckoning buzz
And come alight near him

For years he's waited for this moment in time--
This day--his place in the sun.
For this is the way Nature has planned it
And her will will surely be done

His song is all important,
Its purpose his species to survive
Me, I just like to hear him,
The summertime July-fly

(Ode to the Cicada)

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Nightbird

His is the music of the night
Silent is his arrival on wing
Stealing in with the shadows
Now the plaintive voice begins
A singular song repeated to delightful monotony
And as the moon rises does too the call:

Whip-poor-will ... whip-poor-will ... whip-poor-will ....