
fast flowing river,
salmon swim upstream as one,
time of struggle, home.

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- Photo by Popescu Andrei Alexandru on Unsplash
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fast flowing river,
salmon swim upstream as one,
time of struggle, home.

Photo Credit

Are just like a dream to me,
Growing up in a concrete jungle, as
They say, the only stream I ever did see,
Was out back, and was impinged
On both sides by concrete, a river bed
Was its name and call to fame.
I often contemplate this impingement,
On one side and the other, just like a troubadour
With notes on the left, and verse on the right,
Making them sing together just right.
Or, the human condition, in general, what we
See outside in plain sight, and the knowing we
Have inside, insight, into our existence,
as we continue with such persistence and
effort into our subsistence.
Dream more, I say, for it’s inside the dreams
We weave, that our futures are sown with seeds.
Water, and tend them well, and they will surely
Turn into streams.

Looking down upon the ground,
Wondering what they see and think,
as they look up, astounded and always
Somewhat confounded, yet too also grounded.
What do you see, when you look at me?
Regalness on the branch, an image of
Perfection at life’s perception. Varied and diverse,
Reminiscent of a multiverse.
Lands distant in geography make up through
A shared heart topography. A deep connection, which
Dissolves the space between, in one earthly scene.
What do you see, when you look up at me?
A mirror of humanity, in eyes so clear and golden,
We all feel quite beholden. The proximity to this
Majesty, makes me tremble in awe of reality.
A metaphor for what’s come before, as presence is
All I really see within me. You, me, and that tree,
Are three, whirling through space and time.
Oh, what a lovely dream.
In response to the WDYS #73 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

One step in front of the other,
Sometimes I ask myself why I bother,
Yet there is a knowing deep down, which
Always keeps me centered and growing.
Inside of this growing, there is pain, yes,
And, at times, even a timidness that shys
Away on certain days, and wants to away stray.
Yet, with the knowing, there is also a special
Place inside of me, and, yes, you, where something
Grander resides, and keeps us safe besides the pain
That may come our way, so keep stepping into the play.
One step is all you need to take. Once one
Is taken, you can feel the dirt beneath your feet
And realize your connectedness to a sharedness
That radiates through the earth, and each of us.
An interconnectedness that comes through
You and your entire being as you continue
To take one step toward your future seeing.

I am pleased to report, we’ve had some lovely sunny weather the past few days. It’s been beautiful, and has warmed up 10 or so degrees.
In this part of the United States, March is typically the month where the weather begins to shift. While we will still have much more rain to come in March and April, we will continue to get more sun as we all progress towards spring.
I’ll have some more about the weather and my activities related to sunny weather in a moment. First, let’s have a couple writing reflections for this week.

The poem A Reason occurred to me as I was reflecting upon my time at University. I went to school to pursue, at first, Sociology, and then later, Human Development and Family Studies. While my undergraduate degree, at 33 years old, was difficult, my graduate degree, starting at 38 and finishing at 42, was extremely difficult. The difference?
Why was graduate school so challenging? It all had to do with how I was thinking at that time. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I had fallen into a very negative and cynical interior dialogue with myself, that I didn’t know how to escape.
In fact, I wouldn’t fully “escape” this negative self-talk until completing my degree and coming to work at the community college, which I’ve written a little about in other posts.
At the time my negative self-talk was at its pinnacle, I was always searching for a reason, yet I was all the while looking in the wrong direction. Focusing outside of myself, instead of within. It’s not a demerit, it happened just as it was supposed to, just like me typing this blog post right now.
Yet, at the time, I didn’t know how to be in touch with myself, and it would take me several years, slowly, to learn through the guidance of my life coach. The point?
We all have negative self-talk. It’s not who you are. Your thoughts and feelings are not who you are. And, when we search in the right place for a reason, we will find a well that never runs dry.

I enjoyed writing, A Developmental Moment #6: Why Learning to Ask for Help is Necessary and Needed, most, because I spent many, many, years, my entire adult life, in fact, never asking for help. Not because, mind, I didn’t want to, rather because I didn’t know how. Further, I imagined that asking for help was in some way making me appear weak, and in some way deficient.
I think this type of thinking is especially prevalent in the United States, where the concept of individualism is so ingrained into all aspects of the country’s social institutions. The issue?
The concept of individualism is just that; a concept. It is illusory, as I’ve written about in other posts. Whether we actually ask for help, or not, we are always being helped by others. At the grocery store, gas station, coffee shop, or wherever you like to go. There is always someone there serving. Being of service. And, we are able to get the things we need, or want, because people are serving. Simple.
We can all learn to ask for help. Like all things in life, it takes practice, which I write about in this post. Starting small, and building from there. Next time you are feeling stressed, and know you are in need of help, ask. Ask someone that is close to you to assist you. There’s no demerit in it, and we are not deficient when we ask for help.
It’s the opposite. Asking for help is courageous, a sign of strength, and very wise.

Alright, now that we are in March, it’s time to, if you garden, to get seeds and garden plots ready. Well, as I’ve mentioned before, I moved to the other side of Corvallis a year ago now, and there is a lovely community garden about a mile from my place. And?
Well, I called Parks and Recreation last week, which runs the garden, and they had a spot! It’s 10’x20′, which admittedly is a little more space than I was looking for, however, I took it, and am very excited. I’ve not participated in a community garden in about 4 years, and am looking forward to gardening, yes please, and am also looking forward to meeting some new people. Also, yes please.
I am already working on a new post about my gardening experience, which I will be publishing in the next week or two.
I’m going to leave you this week, with the Monday message going out to the team tomorrow. Sleep is so important, as is understanding that when our sleep patterns iterate, like all things in life tend to, to listen to our bodies, and know that nothing in this world stays the same, even when we think it does. Here is the message.
This past year, I’ve been reflecting upon and experiencing new sleeping patterns. I’ve typically been the person that likes to stay up late into the evening. Well, about two years ago, this pattern began to change, and then?
In the past year, my sleeping patterns have iterated a couple of times more. Beginning with, as I’ve mentioned to many of you, late afternoon, and early evening, at times, naps. And, now?
Now, the naps are not as present, yet going to bed at a much earlier hour is, as is getting up much earlier. The point?
There is no one way that sleeping occurs; and, actually, there is no one way anything occurs. Life iterates over time, and when we are present to new things, sleeping patterns, eating habits, whatever they may be for us, we have an opportunity, through new experiences, to learn more about who we are as human beings.
I invite you to always listen to your body, and when you are tired, to sleep; hungry, to eat. And, when not, well, to not.
Remember, there is no one way that life occurs on this planet. When we make sure to get our quiet time, as we’ve discussed the past couple of months, we can hear more, learn more, experience more, and be more.
Alright, that’s all for this week.
Have a wonderful week everyone.

Branches of light
Breakthrough,
Filling me with resolve,
A unity so bold.
I travel light, prepared for
Anything that might frighten
me from my resolve.
Knowing that the fields and streams,
And everything in between is just as it
Should be, even when I hold too tight,
Dreaming of another’s plight.
A momentary glimpse of another
Shadow I’ve missed. Yet, it wasn’t
A part of this one’s story.
Letting go, with
All my might, an antonym delight.
Frenzied activity blends well with all
Of the mystery one does find, when quiet
Time is just right.


dry and arid landscape,
cracks in the ground bring water,
seed to stem, renew.
I reflect upon us all,
humanities resilience.

Petals touch the earth, it’s such a dearth
Of our collective humanity. The mundane meets
The profane, in an elegant dance of universality.
Closed and subdued, waiting in the wings for
Just the right moment to spring forth and collect
Their special moment, looking at you, and
seeing right through.
Some open a little at a time, you walk past,
And notice, just every so slightly, their petals
Begin to give way to the universal force bearing
Their name, feeling inspiration, your claim.
Others open in a flurry, one day completely
Closed, then the next, rising to meet the
Golden sun, shining deep inside filtrating out
All the things that hide.
The point?
They all grow from the same earth, and
Have their own way to walk through this mirth.
Casting a special glow through all that pass by,
Waiting for that special moment to blossom forth.

They look into my eyes,
And I wonder why, or why they even try.
They think their stare a dread,
Yet it’s more often just a shred. A glimpse
Into their being, having nothing whatsoever
To do with my leaving.
I am not the names and forms
You associate with me in your head.
Furthermore, it’s mine to lay claim
To all that I am, when I’d like,
so don’t be such a bore.
And?
I Am Woman, here me roar.
In response to the WDYS #72 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
This short poem had a four-fold inspiration; one, the image prompt from Keep it Alive; two, the movie I Am Woman, which I’m watching on Netflix; three, my courageously strong and beautiful sisters, mother, and ex-wife; and four, all of the myriad of women that have coached and mentored me throughout my life, of which, there have been many.

Strange as it can sometimes seem,
Yes, just like a dream, everything is in motion
In this life, just like it is supposed to be.
Everyone plays their part, from the very start, even when
We second-guess, and are confused about
The hidden art, which conjures such scenes
Of mystery, confusion, and, yes sometimes
Delusion.
Living inside of the unknown can be precarious,
And even downright gregarious and, at times,
Even quite nefarious.
Yet, living inside a dream isn’t always as
It seems. There is a rhyme and reason in
Every season, even when, maybe, especially
When we are searching for a reason.