The Unquestionable Supremecy of Nature!

If you took a moment, just to breathe, you could feel the flames.

Yesterday, 7 of my friends lost their homes, cars, things needed and unneeded, in an instant. As we "set sail" out of Tahoe Keys Marina, we could sense and unnerving aura, aroma. A small bundle of clouds rose above the deep green tree line, forcing the blue sky to take notice. Nature was in control. Out of pure, child-like intrigue, I expressed, "Kevin and Amy, your first Tahoe fire."

I was kidding.

Two of my best friends just moved from Tennessee to Tahoe as they begin a fresh go at life, by choice, as 7 of others have nowhere to go.

Nature wins...always. There is a small bit of sobering satisfaction that we are NOT in control. As we speed through life, making mindless decision after mindless decision, we rarely stop to breathe.

Yesterday, I took that moment...to breathe. As I watched the clouds quickly turn to smoke and then to a hypothetical "war-zone" as plane after plane fought for airspace to dump their proverbial "load", my friend Steve-O whispered, "That's close to my house. Crazy."

Unfortunately, he was right.

As I type, over 250 homes have been destroyed in the South Lake Tahoe/Meyers area. Gone. Forever. Do we take time, ever to just be thankful? Can we not worry long enough to enjoy what we have and who we are? Is there ever enough time in the day? Are our loved one ever close enough?

Life is precious. We are not in control. Take a moment today to be grateful for all life has offered you...even the stuff you deem difficult, evil or ugly. This too is life. As we collect little things for our nests, be reminded of the Unquestionable Supremecy of Nature. It's utterly magnificent and disgustingly beautiful.

...and the angles whisper....

The process is flowing, whether we accept it or not.

It seems the daily grind can only grow more intense, ever-pressing, "harder" if we allow it. Triumphant people choose. They listen to the intention that grows outside of the grind. All things external, outside of ourselves, seem to occupy our intentions with fears, false hopes and expectations left unfulfilled... the grind.

Regardless of circumstances, we can triumph. In every moment we feel the opportunity to do what's right. Not necessarliy the "lawful" thing to do but rather the moral or ethical decisions.

We get nudged. We get the whisper.

Often this whisper is too quiet to even acknowledge, so we ignore it. We allow the grind to dig in, abrasiveness, stagnation, eventual death. Regardless of the "externals" we are still at our core moving...flowing, changing. Whether we choose to live by laws or ethics is our choice. Whether we choose to live at all is our choice as well.

Listen. Quietly. Your insides know what you need. Pay no mind to those "things" in life. They also are changing. One must just wait...and listen.

Blogs?

So, there is now an official place to scribe, doodle, play and type so others can read it? Sounds a little voyeristic. Maybe. I guess it's the way of the future, centralized data so-to-speak. Life has a way of changing you from the inside out, as it changes around you. Blogs... or Web Logs, are a very real way of fluidity taking form. Is this a postive thing? Do people even care what I think, what others think? Maybe friends and family...maybe. Typing in this "public" place is almost like allowing an onlooker in the airport to view your laptop screen when you know darn well it ain't their business. Why not look? I have nothing to hide...actually I have alot to share. Is it relevant to anything? Not really. But here I am. "Socially Networking" my way through the blog-o-sphere. Weird. Not too sure how I feel about this. But, I'm gonna give it a shot.