The joy of creativity...

Years ago I did a lot of hiking, as we call long walks into the wilderness, in America.

Down Under it is called TRAMPING!  When I first heard the term tramping I thought about TRAMPS!  BUMS!  Down and out people...

Well, not so.  Walking has been around forever.  Germany really got into it years ago.  If one studies the history of what American's call Hippies the life style actually began in Germany.  Communes and living in symphony with the planet one lives on.  The old sing-a-long tune:  "Here We Go a Rambling amid the leaves so green... etc... with a back pack on my knee!"  The joy of being out of doors, carrying all the things one would need for the day in a pack upon their backs!  The pack held wine, cheese, bread, fruit, and extra clothing in the case of in climate weather.

The British and French created PICNICS!  A basket full of "sandwiches" pickled onions to gherkins, olives, cheeses, wines, fried chicken, cold roast beef, a table cloth, napkins, (serviettes) real cutlery and a sweet dessert.  Fruit pies to cakes.  Chocolate and brandy!  Strawberries, oranges and plums.

I just heard on the new this morning that walking (NOT RUNNING) can add years on your life!  I use walking as a sacred mind cleansing sacrament.  When I am out of sorts, angry, confused, anxious and worried I WALK!  My father taught me this secret.  When I was a little boy he simply said:  when things become strange and rather scary WALK.  He gave me a precious gift.

Walking also sets off different neurons inside the universe of your brain.  It can also introduce you to all kinds of situations.

One will meet human beings, animals, tides, shifting rock, an empty water bottle, stars and galaxies you have never, ever imagined could possibly live over your head.  Sunrise and Sunset.  The most amazing for me is TWILIGHT.  The light between day and night.

I love to force myself into places I think I should not enter.  Imagination and vision help but, one day years ago I discovered the joy of painting.

NOT WALLS.  God, I hate painting walls, floor boards, ceilings, roofs and the list is endless.
I do love having a blank space in front of me and a box of oils, water colors, finger paints, crayons, pencils, glue and colored paper with sharp knives, lots of bits and pieces to assemble into "something"...  My father taught me

about shadow and light.  He could draw images extremely well.  He could spend hours outlining mountains, trees, houses, barns, and his clouds were breath taking to me.

Now I will knit this skien of WALKING and PAINTING into one DISH!

A few years ago myself and a dear friend did a tramp through the Catlins.  A place beside the sea in the southern most part of south island NZ.  It was quite the adventure.  I have no doubt written about it in my years of past blogs.

I have forever loved the art work of TURNER.  The other evening I viewed the movie about his life.  I came home lifted some blank canvas out of storage, dug out the oils and dreamed of NOT LOOKING LIKE TURNER BUT PAINTING LIKE HIM!

I wanted to create a sunset.  I have been humbled to the point of kneeling before a sunset from the time I was a little boy.  Living a mile from the Great Salt Lake I was given the most amazing SUNSETS on planet earth.  Blue water.  Antelope Island.  A sky so high and wide heaven could fit forever in it's span of space.

Rutha and I witnessed some gorgeous sunsets when we tamped the Catlins.  Lots of tall grasses and farm lands near the edge of the sea.

I have painted a simple silly piece of art of a memory of the Catlins and the Sunsets.

When I die I hope someone will spread my remains in the rivers, oceans and mountains I love at SUNSET.  

Humility...

Yesterday I did a very strange thing.  (I naturally do strange things...)

I was thinking about a very special friend of mine.  I met her many many years ago and something "clicked".  We have kept in close touch ever since that meeting.  A few months ago she passed away.
She had maintained a very active Face Book site and a website all about natural healing.  She had also appeared on many famous talk shows from television to radio and the internet.  She was a healer, psychic, extremely knowledgeable regarding herbal therapy and nutrition.  Her most outstanding gift was her unconditional love for life!

I looked up her FB.  For some silly reason I wrote her a note.  Hit publish and within minutes there was a note sent to me regarding my post!  (I know you can hear the theme song of the old TV show Twilight Zone....)  Knowing this person the way I do she may have asked someone to maintain her FB and Web Site.  I was thrilled having a response to my simple note!

The marvels of the internet and cyber space are a blessing I for one man am so grateful to be a part of.  I have access to knowledge within seconds where as years ago I would spend hours inside the sacred wall of books searching for answers.  Now I can listen to a concert live being performed in Iceland, talk with a friend in Turkey, apparently even some dead people?  I am so grateful and humble because of this gorgeous silver box:  my Jazzabella!

I can type in most anything I am thinking at the moment and find answers.  A few years ago when people would say:  too much information will destroy us.  WTF?  INFORMATION IS WHAT SAVES US!  Dogma and fear keep information hidden.

When DNA and RNA were discovered I took a class at the University.  I absorbed the information like a sponge.  It made great sense.  I flunked the course.  I did not take the exams and the finals.  I simply cannot endure group, classroom. masses of people sitting and being preached to... however, I can sit in a concert hall or movie theater with lots of people and love the performance.

The professor that taught the course was good to me.  He spent time with me explaining all sorts of theories and concepts regarding births, death, religion, disease, individual skin tones, hair and eye color, talents and mental as well as physical gifts in many cases disasters.

Today because of computers we can truly find a person's DNA.  Here is another amazing gift:  COMPUTERS.  Alan Turing has been one of my heroes as well a idols.  Finally England has come out with the movie:  The Inigma Machine.  Because of British law and politics Alan Turing committed suicide at the yearly age of 42.  Go see the movie.

I remember the IBM cards!  The days of Micro-Film.  The Mormon Church was recording all genealogy on microfilm to be stored in some mountain... well they had to transfer everything to computers!  I remember when electric and some pipe organs used digital IBM cards.  You inserted the card into a slot on the instrument and it would make all the present stops work!  No more reaching and grabbing for a stop and missing it or pulling the wrong one!

This SILVER GEM my Jazzabella  (No that is not a brand name... I give objects names it is an Apple power book lap top.) IT is a most intricate part of my existence.  I never give gender titles to objects or even living things.  It is stupid!

I do get slapped across my pride every so often, more often than not at this age.  EXAMPLE:

Recently I had my eyes examined.  I've been wearing these Wrap Around dark glasses one puts over their prescription glasses to commit the sun's glare.  Well seems no one like's my DG Silver rim eye glasses.   I also needed  a check up on the state of my vision due to a history of blindness and eye disease because of my DNA.  My grandparents went blind.  My father had one eye then half of one eye.  My brother has one eye... the list is endless.  TO DAY BECAUSE OF THE WONDER OF COMPUTERS EXAMES ARE WONDERFUL!

I have a lovely young gorgeous girl for my eye doctor.  I passed the exam perfectly.  She said I was most fortunate because I show no signs of eye disorders or disease.  I have a wee cataract on my left eye.   Nothing to even think about!

I was flattered and relieved to know such a diagnosis.  She said:  Your good to go.  I stood up, stepped out of the chair, started walking to the door and proceeded to trip over my own two feet, crashing into a heap of what ever!  OMG!  I love an audience and I had one!  The front of the office rush in... a fine young man helped me to my feet.  I was laughing so intensely I could not stop the tears running down my face!  I apologized and walked to the lobby.  There was a indoor outdoor runner on the floor.  One time is not good enough!  Within nano seconds I tripped on the edge of the damn runner and slammed into the counter!  I can never return to the clinic until all the staff have died including myself!'

I took a taxi home.  Hobbled up the drive way carrying my purchases of groceries, I have two B&N bags I carry with me where ever I go.  I used to only have back packs but for some mystery I like these grocery type bags.  I swear they are made out of good quality hemp!  I stepped into the bathroom, pulled up my pant legs and examined the damage.  I sprayed some antibiotic solution on the wounds and bravely walked up the rest of the stairs.  Reached into the fridge, poured myself a HUGE glass of chilled Chardonnay, popped a Xanax into my mouth and swallowed my PRIDE!

For a pianist I suffer one dreadful disease:  arthritis in my hands.  I do not perform for money anymore.  I cannot trust my hands.  But I can play for my own amazement.  Think, what if, you were a famous dancer!!! hips, knees, elbows, back OMG it would be dreadful!

I posted the photo I took this morning with my NEW CANNON CAMERA of my crystals.  These seven frozen points of light have been with me forever.  I travel with them.  Three Phantom crystals and three Quartz SiO2... plus a mystery.  I have the one with two terminators but cannot get an answer as to what and if?  I know it comes out of China.

Well chips of these ancient stones are inside your wrist watch, your computer the list is endless.  They can hold vibrations.  Vibrations are sounds, language...  the green beads behind the crystals are BLOOD STONES.  I spent a small fortune on this stand of blood stones.  Mormons do not always know this:  Joseph Smith and Brigham young wore a blood stone around their necks... to protect them.  Well, It may not have proved to have worked?

I am grateful for computers and the wonders of the universe.  I am forever humbled even if I have to trip over my feet and stumble into reality.  HUMILITY is HEALING.

Strawberries from my NZ garden!  Gorgeous rubies of sweetness and perfection.  Good for you!

There is not a man on planet earth more happy to see 2014 fade into the past then ME!

2014 was a very difficult year for me.  My work, my personal life, friendships, my health, most of all the loss of family and friends which crossed over into the invisible.

One more time for Karma and Synchronocity.  The word Synchronocity was my key word for last year... WELL, I LEARNED TO LIVE WITH THE MAGIC OF SYNCHRONICITY!

2014 was a hell of a year involving death, birth, forgiveness, acceptance, and the most difficult lesson of my life:  LET GO OF BEING IN CONTROL!  It was a year that tore my heart apart    The death of my father and mother within 6 months of each other was not easy for me.  I also lost many friends and I had not a clue they were sick or even near a death sentence.

I have forever dreamed of being a NOMAD.  A hermit.  Totally self sufficient  and above and beyond all else being in tune with the universe.  I have found such a space within myself.

In my early twenties I was introduced to a genius film maker:  INGMAR BERGMAN.  His movies stunned me.  My being a very innocent Mormon I had difficulty understanding some of the dramatic story lines.  In my 30's I learned to embrace his work.  His movies are about Scandinavian situations.

I am part Norwegian... thus I have genes that reach out to this genre.

Liv Ullmann is one of my favorite actress's.  She stars in many of Bergman's movies.  She is in a movie I adore:  MIND WALK.  It is based on Bernt Capra's movie:  BAGDAD CAFE.  

The movie MIND WALK stars, Liv Ullman, Sam Waterston, and John Heard, (John Heard is a fantastic actor...)  The movie is based on the truth of physics and how it is the truth of our very being...

Enough about MIND WALK...  Ingmar made and produced a movie years ago titled: WILD STRAWBERRIES.   

It is the tale of a Doctor and his death...  I saw this movie at the Terrace Theater in SLC Utah years ago.  The Terrace was a very artsy movie house that showed movies which were not shown in the MAIN STREAM movie houses.  One could see all kinds of celebrities in Utah at this venue seeing a film from Opera to Comedy.

The new strawberries in my garden keep telling me:  Life is good.  Forgive and Let LIVE!  My strawberries come in hues of reds and shades of sunsets!  I harvest them for my neighbors, friends and my self.  I am not a lover of strawberries anymore.  I prefer sliced meats, dates, olives, breads, olive oil and wines......... cheeses, and sliced avocados, pears and oranges!

MY WORDS FOR 2015 are:  ACCEPT...ALLOW...AGAPE!

Dear God, I do hope I make it through this year with these words.  May all those that read my words be blessed with hope, love and strawberries!  Slice one in half and you will see a heat!!!!