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Writer’s Blog Post 1: 2020 foresight… It’s time to turn the wheel.
To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival.
~ Wendell Berry
Welcome!
If you are reading these words, then our lives have already crossed paths, and it is my hope to add something of value to your journey.
On my personal card I have described myself as a “Writer, Warrior/Poet, Learner/Educator, Texas Master Naturalist, World Adventurer, and Philosopher.
True enough in a corporeal manner. I have lived out all these roles and more.
But what I truly wish to embody is my role as…
· a lifelong seeker of deeper understanding…
· a compassionate healer of myself and others…
· a humble servant of Nature and the Best of Human Nature.
I attempt to be a writer who seeks to learn and carefully transcribe the lessons the Earth and Universe, are trying to teach us. I hope to help create a compass and map, as we travel together in these turbulent times.
The Earth is dying, and we are killing her even though we depend upon her for our own lives. Our great democracies have been filled with the seeds of doubt. The worst aspects of humankind have been on display every day, and at times, these times, can seem hopeless… but they’re not. I remain hopeful. I remain empowered by the truth contained within the words of R. Buckminster Fuller, “We are called to be architects of the future, not its victims.”
Within this writer’s blog, I plan on sharing various short essays, poems, images, and ideas that are intended to add value to your life. I will also keep you updated on new publications and events related to my writing and speaking, across the nation. Finally, I will give you some insights to my writing process and how I approach the craft of writing. I hope you find all of this, of value.
Three years ago, my long since deceased Marine Corps buddy, Dave, appeared to me in a dream. (He does that from time to time.) In the dream I was driving down a long, straight, empty, two lane road that was crossing a vast desert. I was driving a 1957 Chevy, (like the one my father once had), with the driver’s side window down. Although I was driving fast toward some distant mountains, I never seemed to be getting any closer to them; they were always, just out of reach.
At first, I was traveling alone, but then I noticed Dave was in the passage seat, leaning against the door, looking at me with that smile he always had when he knew something that someone else, didn’t know. I had just lost my job to “downsizing,” and wasn’t sure what was next. All I knew was that I no longer wanted to be a part of “the system.” All my youthful illusions had vanished. I knew that attempting to build something new from within the status quo, was equivalent to building a sandcastle at low tide. Life’s too short to waste on other people’s illusions. In the dream, I looked over at Dave and saw him smiling, but I did not smile back. I knew he had something both wise and profound to tell me, he always does. I was feeling troubled… even lost.
“Where ya going?” Dave asked.
I kept driving in silence for a while and thinking about that question until finally I answered, “I don’t know.”
Dave smiled and said,
“Well… you’re never going to go anywhere new unless to turn the wheel.”
He vanished, I looked in the rear-view mirror, and there was nothing behind me.
I looked out the front windshield and noticed that the mountains weren’t any closer, no matter how fast I drove toward them on this long, empty, lonely, road. I woke.
I am convinced that the time to adjust course, is Now both in the way we live our own lives, and the way we interact with our environment.
We must “Turn the Wheel” and move in a new direction, together.
This is what my journey and my writing are all about. If this interests you, jump in… and roll down the window please.
After all, it’s Texas and a 1957 Chevy, has no Air conditioning.
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