light in the tunnel

Tunnel of light

where I saw my dad

looking so fine.

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I added another green box around a Thursday

on the calander

Marking the weekly fight

Two champions- John King and Sally

Picking up the pieces ( of my heart or is it only habit)

I say” Let’s see if we can go an extra day next week?”

Little steps for little feet

Not to be discouraged…

Any attempt at consciousness is a major win.

We old ones have seen it all- the long game

How no one ever wins

But the screwed wiring ( in each of us)

That was always there… is still there.

Talking to a friend, sharing the burden ( of living a life)

She said “You see old sweet couples

and you know everyone who sees them thinks

that they never fight. HA!

Outward Bound was created

To keep young men from drowning.

During WWII, when their ships went down,

Too many were drowning.

This seems like pertinent information

As we weather our own rough seas.

So when you are tossed into the deep

Take off your clothing- it’s weighing you down

( As in- Drop Your Baggage)

And let yourself sink below the surface

Resting there in the quiet

And when you need a breath

Kick back up to the surface

For a breath

Only to go back into the quiet

Of the sea below.

Through the long night

Breathing and not breathing

In the Great Ocean.

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Karma yoga is being present in every moment

Not rushing to the end

But truly savoring the now.

Maybe it’s because I am old

But this kind of “paying attention”

Is getting to be more natural.

Resulting in a spruced up bridge

One brush stroke at a time.

And lucky me

I have a massage planned for tomorrow.

Eckart Tolle is a delightful teacher

He often laughs at serious matters ( so daring)

And today I heard him say,

“The reason we are uncomfortable with death

Is that we haven’t aligned ourselves with our Being

We are caught in our “Doer” as identity and success.

A bad move for the round beings of light that we are.

Rolling around, bumping into each other, smiling

(as if we had a face).

Not to scare you

Well maybe a little.

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I was listening to his talk- The Secret of Manifestation

I’m in a period of expansion

I got my human design chart

(for free on line)

Declaring that I’m a Projector

A Heretical Investigator

With a Split Definition.

They say, projectors shouldn’t marry…..

( ahhhh, more compassionate towards John)

I’m the mean one!

And that we projectors weld a knife…

But that we mean well, when we cut you

To expose what isn’t healed.

I’m not sure if this will instill your trust

Because I am asking you to invite me

in…I’d love to offer

this newly defined skill

such as it is to you. Anything!

sallywhiteking@live.com

We are here

And then we are not here.

But while we are here

We hold the details of our lives really close.

But when we depart

These details are tossed to the wind.

Scattered like our ashes.

So what I’m thinking

Is maybe

We can play with the stuff of life more

( it’s not the eternal part of us)

Caught a breeze

Headed West toward the afternoon sun.

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In honor of my friend, Gary La Crois

His laughter a teacher

pointing the way!

We hiked to Pawnee Pass

A Shangri-La where no one ages.

John and I

The sure footed Sherpa’s

Not slipping on loose gravel

So many rocky switch backs- until

The steep blue view of Isabelle Lake.

Having entered a mythic land

Of glacial placed stones ( are they still moving?)

And tiny to the ground plants, such variety…

We eat bread and cheese

Wishing I’d brought fruit.

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On the way down

John reminds me “Walk on the balls of your feet”

Oddly counter intuitive but just try it!

And on our last mile, he kindly offered this…..

” Just let your body walk

Don’t try to walk up that last hill with your mind”

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This advise will hold true

For our last breath,

The body will know.

Relax.. no mind needed.

I can relate to the mother bear

She’s had a big summer….

With two active cubs trying things out!

And we’ve had Callan.

And now Callan’s boyfriend

A pollical science major…..

I am worn out from the effort

But completely pleased!

As relentless teachers

John and I have shared all that we could

(Bless them for being receptive)

Seeding the future

The spark of adventure

Let these cubs succeed!

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Under the apple trees on a summer night

All is well!

In Wheatland Wyoming…..

An older fella opening up his antique shop

Told me that the horse on the license plates

“Is a horse from right here in Wheatland !”

” A horse named Steamboat”

“And how you couldn’t put a a saddle on him

But bareback he’s go forever.”

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Wyoming and I don’t share the same politics

Driving though her empty spaces- sage brush

Almost running out of gas , no where.

Wild West.

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On The Welcome Home Viet Nam Veterans Highway

I picked up her heart vibe

Even though my heart expresses it’s love differently

There are billboards about mothers keeping babies

And the flashing lights repeating

“Save a life, Look twice

Motorcycles are everywhere.”

Wyoming is a sentimental state…..

A hallmark card?

I took a path over to the lake this morning

soft grasses brushed my feet

A somewhat hot cup of coffee in my hand

No one was there

The space is huge

The void of which I am is visible

Here

Rocks of all sizes fill the beach

I remember a watercolor of stones

That Barbara King had over her table…

The void of which I am holds her.

I took my wheels out for a long ride

Drove solo to the Grand Tetons

It’s a long way, nine hours or so.

My wheels are rusty

But I got to Colter Bay

And set up my tent.

A stiff breeze is blowing in off the lake

as I sit at a picnic bench

In front of the general store.

A piece of cheese and bread for dinner.

Sally Forth!