(In the woods, on the trails, w/the kids, I tell them to 'LOVE IT'. One says, "I don't have to love it." I say:)

(Resistance is the source of all unhappiness)

"No, you don't have to love it.

But you do have to learn, right?"

You are in school and you have to learn, right?
If you don't agree that's what's happening here, that you have to learn, then you are leaving nothing else for this to be but prison. Because you ARE here. Learn that. Learn the obvious and keep going w/ it.

You are here.

Here is school. And school is for learning or else, you are being -held here, kept, sent here to be kept. In what? A school. A prison. A cell. A nothing. An amusement park. A temple. A retreat. An insane asylum.

All these places offer two things:

Education/Entertainment
Opportunity/Information

(If Werner Erhardt had 'LEARNED' - noted the obvious, the part where you equate your journey into your discovery of what is and then extend that as something to be learned, too - the Forum would appeal to all. Him discovering his truths and the thrill of discovery will mean he needs to note that others will need to discover the same things with their own first viewership of their truths - the discovery, exploration, adventure is a subject to be taught...)

School. Learn.
Learn this.
Resistance to what is here to be learned is unhappiness. It's here. You're here. That's your marriage. See the equality of you/your experience and that of 'STUFF' here to be learned.
And me, your teacher. I say,

"LOVE IT"

Someone with more demonstrative psycho behavior pre-maneuvers you...

Someone blew me away with their direct accusation of theft... I was floored (this is someone who calls me a friend - and yes, recently, with benefits). That was enough. That was it. That filled me too full. Nothing left to do but let it out...

Found the Backbone trail in the SM Mountains a sufficient wild ride to thunder out on... er, maybe too wild...

So hot and smokey I swore I could hear the flames just one canyon away... I realized I haven't ridden this trail in YEARS and I haven't ridden at ALL since the mountail lion sightings/MtBiker deaths. Whoops. And I'm alone. And I realize that each cougar who needs 60 acres to roam alone in, must be finding the fire too hot to take or the food too scarce and taking whatever ridge leads them to that cooler, less smokey range by the ocean (this one right here that no longer bears signs of maintanence...)

I didn't like the fear I felt. It's been a long time since I felt this strong a sense of dread. I remembered my intention, though. To undo what someone else put in me. To purge. To - burn.

I committed to the ride, to the outcome. I've always preferred the idea of being eaten by wild animals to a hospital death...

Fire, I can outride it, maybe. But for sure, I can LET GO. And just ride. If life still wants me when I'm done, I'll consider myself reborn...

I got back a few hours ago... Here I am... Day One...

(this blog/ride dedicated to Savanah London)