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Many deep thoughts lately..what are your answers to their questions?

Pompano - 6-18-2012 at 08:42 PM



Now with Dennis in the hospital and so many other nomads suffering from illness and accidents, faith believers and non-believers seeking enlightenment, etc... it struck me as Enough Already...where are the answers?... so out the door I went to search for some... and hopefully clear the mold from my brain.


It was said..

" If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk."

So I did...but the only sound I heard today was the wind in this Oregon Coast tree...but hey..maybe that sound is...







How many roads most a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned ?

The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.



Good man, Dylan...as good an answer as one can expect...until that time.


Till Then, Pompano..and...I got to post that wild wind-swept tree photo...sigh... I'm a photo junkie.


[Edited on 6-19-2012 by Pompano]

Ateo - 6-18-2012 at 09:02 PM

Keep searching. Keep looking for answers. Keep loving.

pompano

captkw - 6-18-2012 at 09:27 PM

DUDE..YOU HAVE SOME OF THE GREATEST POST'S !! K&T:coolup:

toneart - 6-18-2012 at 09:32 PM

Of course, the answer is>>>>>>>>>>>:?:

It is all about the journey rather than the destination. And you are on a magnificent one, Amigo. :yes:

BajaGringo - 6-18-2012 at 09:48 PM

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Originally posted by ateo
Keep searching. Keep looking for answers. Keep loving.


I think that at times life throws a wrench in the gears simply to get our attention and readjust our compass. My own perspective has gone through a major tune-up this last year and in the process I have learned much about myself and my priorities. I have taken an honest look at my own actions and accept the responsibility I shoulder for causing the distance between those who I considered my old enemies and to hold even closer to me those who I love and cherish.

And to be thankful for each and every day of life I get to share with my precious Cristina. I am truly blessed...

Ateo - 6-18-2012 at 10:07 PM

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Originally posted by BajaGringo
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Originally posted by ateo
Keep searching. Keep looking for answers. Keep loving.


I think that at times life throws a wrench in the gears simply to get our attention and readjust our compass. My own perspective has gone through a major tune-up this last year and in the process I have learned much about myself and my priorities. I have taken an honest look at my own actions and accept the responsibility I shoulder for causing the distance between those who I considered my old enemies and to hold even closer to me those who I love and cherish.

And to be thankful for each and every day of life I get to share with my precious Cristina. I am truly blessed...


Well said. Last month I was involved as a first responder in a horrific car accident. All I can say is life is precious and can be extinguished in a moment. Nothing compared to what you went thru. We can gain understanding thru these events....

Ateo - 6-18-2012 at 10:09 PM

And a great idea for a thread Pompano.

Thanks.

Russ - 6-19-2012 at 05:38 AM

Jees, I wish I had read this yesterday morning and gone for a walk instead of trying to do some repairs around the house. Everything I touched either broke or took 3 attempts to repair. In the end I did get a washer/dryer combo installed and my A/C is running well and ready for the heat. Ran the A/c last night and froze my a$$ off. The washer/dryer gets it maiden voyage this morning.

woody with a view - 6-19-2012 at 05:45 AM

two things.
1. it could always be worse.
2. if you think it could be better, see #1.

life is short

captkw - 6-19-2012 at 06:47 AM

"It's a short ride,,make it a fun run !!"

CortezBlue - 6-19-2012 at 08:33 AM

I am still working on the "Hope and Change" motto

I hope after 4 years I have some change left in my pocket

BajaBlanca - 6-20-2012 at 07:16 AM

very cool thread. so much can change in a milisecond. it is about the journeys, and less traveled paths and decisions.

It made me very sad that Deniis felt so estranged that he did not want to let family know that he was in the hospital. I got a sister that I do not get along so well with, but I would sure want her by my side should I ever be "off" normal mode. I got another one that I would LOVE to have by my side 'cause she would make sure everything was oh so good for me.

well, here goes one of my favorite poems, ever.

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Robert Frost

woody with a view - 6-20-2012 at 08:53 AM

nice one, Blanca. that is my favorite poem. it has always reminded me of the dirt roads of baja!

David K - 6-20-2012 at 09:19 AM

Neal Johns has a nice one about roads in Baja, it goes something like this:

If you come to a fork in the road, and don't take it, God will get you!

capt. mike - 6-20-2012 at 10:10 AM

Here for a good time.....not a long time!

David K - 6-20-2012 at 10:14 AM

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Originally posted by capt. mike
Here for a good time.....not a long time!


Why does time move by faster the older you get? When I was younger, the years lasted forever!

vgabndo - 6-20-2012 at 12:15 PM

As we struggle
through existence
from the cradle
to the hearse
not a damned thing
ever happens
but what could have
been much worse.

Phil Carnine (Diamond Spike) 1941 Yreka CA



[Edited on 6-20-2012 by vgabndo]

Iflyfish - 6-20-2012 at 12:30 PM

Speaking of Frost:

Birches
By Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows—
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Iflyfish

vgabndo - 6-20-2012 at 01:22 PM

Rick, that is excellent. Amazingly evocative.

I see your Frost and raise you one more Diamond Spike. The poet of the Siskiyous.

This seems to fit the thread.

CALL YOUR HAND
Phil Carnine (Playing the Field)

If your like a person__
Show it
Speak right up
And let him know it.
If you think he rates your praises
Call your hand
Don't withhold
Your admiration
Till he's reached
Life's destination
And they shuffle him beneath
Six feet of sand.
Better than
Post-mortem giving,
Is to help him
while he living;
Let him hear the words of friendship
You have said.
Don't put off
Till dirge is chanted
And "X" marks the spot
He's planted,
For he cannot smell the flowers
When he's dead.

Cypress - 6-20-2012 at 03:40 PM

Those deep thoughts keep running aground in my shallow mind.:lol:

good Q DK....

capt. mike - 6-20-2012 at 04:20 PM

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Originally posted by David K
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Originally posted by capt. mike
Here for a good time.....not a long time!


Why does time move by faster the older you get? When I was younger, the years lasted forever!


there is a concept taught to me by an architect many years ago called "psychic distance" when we were flying to Rocky Point to meet on a development in the late 80s/early 90s.

He said the 1st time you go to a place it seems to take longer than when you've been there and return using the same route. They actually used this precept in his training i guess. Or he took a lot of psychology as an undergrad...

Anyway it makes sense. So as we get older time moves faster.

He was a brilliant resort designer and land planner. Sadly he developed acute early onset Alzeimer's disease at age 54 which stole his mind in less than 3 years and killed him before he hit 57. this was over 10 years ago before drug advances in that disease were progressing. In the end he could only color on paper using magic markers - that seemed to make him happy and keep him occupied - that for a guy who laid out and planned/designed 5 star resort complexes for 30 years prior!

David K - 6-20-2012 at 04:45 PM

I can recall that when I was 20, I remember that being 10 years old was like forever ago... eons away and barely remember all the (non-Baja) details!

Double that to age 40, and age 20 was like not long ago at all, yet twice the period of time for age 20 back to age 10. Like real fast.

At 54, age 40 seems pretty recent... but my daughter was just 8 years old then... and today she is almost 22, I have a grand daughter who is nearly 2! I know that past 14 years is a 'long time', but it happened so fast!

I know one thing for sure, going to Baja makes you younger, and I need to get back more often than I have been!

TMW - 6-20-2012 at 05:07 PM

The last 10 or so years I worked before retirement I would go to work on Monday and it semed like the next day was Friday. I thought it was because I was so busy. But since I retired it seems to continue, but since everyday seems like Saturday I may be confused.

redmesa - 6-20-2012 at 07:14 PM

"He said the 1st time you go to a place it seems to take longer than when you've been there and return using the same route. They actually used this precept in his training i guess. Or he took a lot of psychology as an undergrad..."

This may be true but I have driven I-5 south for 30 years and I'll be damn if it does not get longer everytime. If I want to slow down time all I have to do is get on the road to Baja.

vgabndo - 6-20-2012 at 07:39 PM

Redmesa, I have to ditto that. The drive from the Oregon border to Bakersdiego seems to take longer the more times I do it.

I have also made a number of trips to Washington, seven hours from here. This is always done with other men who are kindred souls on their way to or from volunteer work to which we are committed. The three new men I met last trip made the journey pass in what seemed like a couple hours! This has always been the case with that kind of company. I love it.

Southbound, I admit I have anxiety about the border crossing, and getting through the "gauntlet" and down to El Rosario. That anxiety, and the DEEP ABIDING HUNGER to be back in Baja, make the trek interminable.

Skipjack Joe - 6-20-2012 at 08:19 PM

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Originally posted by capt. mike

He said the 1st time you go to a place it seems to take longer than when you've been there and return using the same route.



That makes sense to me as well for the following reasons. When travelling the days seem longer and fuller. As someone once told me "When you travel you really live". He was talking about a 3 month vacation touring north africa in a vw bus. However, most of our lives are really fairly repetitive and times flies past. When you're young everything seems new and interesting.

Another explanation is that we forget how to play as we get older. Perhaps our travels are a form of adult playing. That couple, defrag, are likely experiencing very long days.

One of the characteristics of baja nomads, in general, is that they have retained the ability to play. In fact they prioritize their lives so that playing is of greater importance than work.

woody with a view - 6-20-2012 at 08:36 PM

i think it goes along the lines of when you're a kid there is forever in front of you and that is how you see things. and looking back you have such a short life to reference.

when you are older you have a longer period to reference when looking back and less time in front of you. therefore, time seems like it's going faster when it really is that you have less time ahead of you.

Do the math

thebajarunner - 6-20-2012 at 08:53 PM

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Originally posted by David K
Quote:
Originally posted by capt. mike
Here for a good time.....not a long time!


Why does time move by faster the older you get? When I was younger, the years lasted forever!


When you are 10 a year is 10% of your existence.
When you are 20 a year is 5% of your existence
When you are 70 (sigh) a year is just 1.4% of your existence.

Sorry to reduce such a magical thought down to such mundane numbers, but psychologists will confirm that concept.

Paula - 6-20-2012 at 09:14 PM

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Originally posted by woody with a view
nice one, Blanca. that is my favorite poem. it has always reminded me of the dirt roads of baja!



Ni, no no, not at all Baja. For starters there are no yellow woods in Baja:lol:


Sorry Woody, just feeling Nihilistic tonight :D

woody with a view - 6-20-2012 at 09:29 PM

i know, but this still makes sense:

"And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth"

:light:

David K - 6-21-2012 at 08:12 AM

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Originally posted by thebajarunner
Quote:
Originally posted by David K
Quote:
Originally posted by capt. mike
Here for a good time.....not a long time!


Why does time move by faster the older you get? When I was younger, the years lasted forever!


When you are 10 a year is 10% of your existence.
When you are 20 a year is 5% of your existence
When you are 70 (sigh) a year is just 1.4% of your existence.

Sorry to reduce such a magical thought down to such mundane numbers, but psychologists will confirm that concept.


I see, so life for the one per-centers is pretty fast!?

Cypress - 6-21-2012 at 01:43 PM

thebajarunner, You're right! It's one of those math equations. I'm sure a Nomad will fine tune it.:light: