One Day

One day, the value of life will not be influenced and measured by dualism and capitalism.

People’s first questions in getting to know each other will not include “What do you do?” and they’ll stop looking at everything around them as some sort of commodity to be labeled, monetized and used.

Instead they may ask questions like, “What color is the beauty of your soul?” and “What’s your perception of reality?” People will interact with each other in a genuine, evolved, and awake manner appreciating oneself, other beings and the natural world. They’ll redirect their energy from the empty and meaningless to the spiritual and enlightening. They’ll embrace imagination, open minds and creative expressions to share the joy of loving living life. They’ll share that joy and revel in it as they did when they were small children, their youthful exuberance and abandon tempered by the wisdom of experience, realization and love.

Sometimes I mention my upcoming move to Madrid to people and some ask me, “Do you have a job there?” and “What will you do in Spain?” as if it is the most important aspect of anyone’s reality.

Does wanderlusting  philosopher poet seeking beauty, Truth and the exploration of alternate realities to experience, compose and write about, photograph, express in clay, and to appreciate count?

In my multiverse it does. (Although, those word labels and other description of self…I am and I am not those things for I am undefinable and infinite.)

Whatever your perceived reality, maybe we’ll meet each other (t)here.

There is Another Sky

by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Cross Country Adventure: Mississippi to Colorado

Day 4

Did not have a dull moment in Kansas.

Kansas at 3am and heat lightening. Occasional long bolts appeared on the horizon. Then the rain. Intermittently large spatters smacked the windshield, a torrent for 15 minutes or so, then calm and clear as though it had never been .
Closer to the center of the storm, giant chains danced all around us and across fields of vision, dazzling eyes. Attention to the conditions were on high alert. Wind pushed the Honda around the road.
I was unable to photograph the alien stretch of dark landscape of red lights strobing about us. Wind farms. Using a long exposure app I did manage to capture this:

A little past 5am I’m unable to safely drive any longer. Tired and eyes crossing I pulled off at a rest stop. Greg and I traded driving again as dawn approached. I fell asleep with the sunrise.
A few hours later, I felt the car stop and awoke. We’re off 70, at a sign, turning, and stopping to walk here:














Cross Country Adventure: Pennsylvania to Mississippi

Day 3

After a relaxing day in Altoona PA we were eager to begin the trek to Colorado. We hit the road at 8am this morning, Greg driving the first shift. There was some rain. And this:

The rain didn’t last long. There were periods of 10 to 20 minute intervals of showers and sunshine. No hail like yesterday. And we felt assured that all would be well and safe on our American roadways with this fellow out and about:

At 1pm-ish Greg and I switched drivers in Illinois. Here we are at a full stop and baking in the sun:

We discovered religion is huge.


At 6:45 we switched back and took a rest in a shaded spot in the gas station parking lot. The stop was brief and soon we were back at it. And before we knew it St Louis entered our sights. The arch:

The bridge:

The Mississippi:

We’ve decided not to stop tonight. Just drive straight on through in shifts.

Now that the sun has set we finally have some relief from the heat, the sun out of our eyes, and we gained an hour.