Connected at every point.

Spider's Little Feet

Round and round and round and round... the world spins its web. Tiny little voices all sing at once. Whispering winds embrace the onset of something new. The continuity of it all is magically simple. Time is a thief, robbing you of your personal motives.

Relax.

Knowing is a character builder. It takes no time to know, and all the time to believe. Days turn to nights turn to months turn to... you. "Answer this riddle," it beckons. Old memories make way for new growth, if well watered, that is. You know, we are supposed to drink lots of water. Maybe because we ARE water. It flows through our veins, fuels our bloods, services our "systems". Identically it mirrors life, the ebb and flow, the yin and yang... cause and effect.

Dizzying, isn't it?

Inter Connect Ed Ness.

We are alive, moving flowing, making decisions. Take a moment to think, to know, your greater "calling" if you will. TESTIFY!!!! ( that makes me think of church in TN ) You have the ability to change the world. Remember, "you can do anything you want, if you put your mind to it". Mom and dad said that. Best advice I ever got. Truer than we would like to believe. Pitter pat, pitter pat. Footsteps, little ones, creating with purpose, not believing this to be the way, but knowing. Feel what it's like to make a difference. Say something. Do anything. Know it. Feel it. Tomorrow is not guaranteed.

Pitter pat, pitter pat, round and round.

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.