Going out on long hikes is fun, but you gotta have a plan. I'm glad this worked out ok for James. Going out with a hiking group is a much better idea than going alone.
Yes, I didn't go into too much detail but there are a lot of levels. While James is looking for another mechanical engineer job, he has time during the week. So he's going it alone in both ways--the debilitating online job search process and using his availability while it lasts. After being flooded out of their Oakland apt last year, they're living where neither has friends. But friends would make both the job search and the adventures easier.
I don't think that it's easy for anyone to reach out when they could use help but is it harder for men, do you think?
Yes, it does seem harder for men to seek help, they seem so independent, right? It's true, women too, my daughter is a fierce one, she gets that from me.
The outdoors adventures are fun and a break from computer related things to do. I worked for Boeing in the Engineering and Design group before the 777 was released in early 90's. I hated it, my rebound job was to get into Landscaping, working outside nice and healthy.
Three things worked for me when I was out of work after the 2009 (thanks financial system) crash/job market consolidation.
1- Network within social media like LinkedIn (even though I hate the product and the fact that it's now owned by Microsoft).
2- Volunteer in the field, just to keep skill sets current and you'd be surprised as to how one door can open another.
3- Work backwards through all the prior contacts/jobs. Jobs and people change so often anymore, that someone from the past (or even an employer) might have something new, or know of someone new that can make a connection.
Most of all, revel in the current, even if it means being lost/alone/out of contact for days on the other side of a mudslide. This too will pass. Everyone learned a lot about everyone's relationships during this time, and I trust, all for the better.
Blessings.
PS: I did all three of the job search actions. Working backward through contacts, I caught up with a business friend from years ago when we were peers. Turned out he was in Management and looking for someone to fill a role for which I was qualified. I (after 10 months of looking without success) started work 4 days later and never looked back.
Very wise advice and very encouraging example, WtD. I might add one more, which is finding a common activity where he can make friends, both young and older. I think that hearing from other men how they've succeeding in the job market would be helpful, and knowing that it's taken awhile for others. He left his job after his mom's death to help out his dad, and from a position of strength. It's hard to get over the embarrassment of not working in order to contact friends. I get that, from his pov, but I also know you're right.
We love being alone sometimes and feel pretty safe
I am so happy that your son in law made it back safely with the gathering of the group of Christian hikers as well. God is good.
I used to walk alone daily in my neighborhood, Broadlands just 35 miles west of the cesspool (DC) in Northern Virginia. Safe enough area. no muggers around but maybe there are, I have not encountered one.... Our neighborhood has paved trails on miles and miles of natural land and woods with boulders since we are near the blue ridge mountains. Anyway, one day I was walking out of one area of deep woods (paved paths) and entered a clearing and saw this dog, a grey dog just lind of walking alone, looking pretty chill. I said "hi puppy" and started to hold my hand out.... but .... the beast did not acknowledge me... and (all of this split second thinking and response) I noticed no collar. I immediately realized this was a wolf. So, I quietly, heart pounding in fear as if I saw a bear, walked calmly out to the nearest street to civilization. Okay, so no danger, I was lucky I guess. I do not think wolves are normally agressive so I was lucky I did not have a stroke hahaha
What a story! Rosemary and the big (not so bad) wolf!
You're forcing me to reveal my contradictions. I have worked consciously on my fear of being alone in the woods. I text my daughters my exact location and when I expect to emerge. I have a friend who runs yearlong workshops called Wild Women that culminate in each woman spending a couple of nights alone in a designated place. One of these years I might do it.
I love that you tried to pet a wolf. And I love that James trusts himself and nature. In my heart I never felt that something terrible had happened to him. But I felt there was meaning in how things unfolded, and the lesson is a little different for him than for you. So funny that you're lucky you didn't have a stroke!
alone in a designated place?.... camping out doors? or just alone in a out door area? I could not do that... because I am older now and do not enjoy camping.
Now if it were a little camper out in nowhere.... hmmmm
Yes, cell phones are very good now. I could have snapped a photo but I did not think of it being that my heart started racing in panic. Still, I went home and it was easy to identify the wild animal online. I do take my phone everywhere, there are a few times I left it on the charger and went on a driving expedition for a few hours. I felt like my arm was missing. We are so dependent on them and as I get older, I am grateful. Even though we could probably rely on people around us, to use their phone or such.
Caitlin's workshops are not for the faint of heart, at least not for those unwilling to change that. It's a radical trust exercise, both of yourself and the forest. I am, myself, quite faint of heart. On my recent 'hike' with a reader (not going very far from civilization) we both agreed that we'd probably need to pee in the woods but neither seemed ready to set the precedent. Caitlin is the master (mistress?) of that! It's a skill and lack of self-consciousness that would be worth doing the workshop for alone.
As much as cell phones are abused, they've revolutionized my life. Given the choice of picking up the phone and calling someone or peeing in the woods, I'm not sure which I'm more reluctant to do. I always feel like I'm interrupting someone (not by peeing, where the reverse is more the fear). But a text is so non-invasive! It's the best of email in a snippet. So it keeps my daughters and I in touch. And since I'm directionally-challenged, GPS is a godsend.
Funny you say this. Not haha or wow. I am faint of heart too.
I think because.... we have never really suffered. REALLY suffered. Maybe went through shitty times, but not long term. I have not (that I can recall, but I did not always have a life of a princess either... yes, I feel very spoiled these days)
decades ago, I was 19 and living in Switzerland on a farm (friends of my aunt and uncle) It was fun but different from my normal life but I could handle it okay. I was not a priss. Anyway, about a year in, Scarlet Fever was running rampant and I got it bad. I remember the school teacher that was also living in this old castle where I lived with the family, drove me to Chur to my aunt and uncle. I was dog sick. There was an old man visitor in the car with me and the school teacher. He knew I was from the US, did not know me, nothing. He must have thought I was some sort of spoiled shitty kid. He told me "Americans have never suffered. You have never suffered" I remember it well, I did not respond because I was very sick. I just remember that.
My parents lived in Holland as kids. they suffered through the war. my mom the most.
years ago, we would walk in the woods in Maryland and mom would say, "I have to pee now!" She was in her 80s. Well, she peed in the woods.
One time we walked through some path behind a chain link fence in Annapolis Md where they lived, and the path lead to pretty much a dirt road/path, with many forks off, and piles of junk, sinks, old toilets, lots of them and just a lot of junky junk. Dad was always funny and joking and we asked mom if she needed to use a toilet hahahhahahahah
Suffering is overrated, imo. It doesn't build character. Character is an act of free will, not circumstance. We all become who we're meant to be, to the best of our abilities, and better than anyone else would do in our exact circumstances. Our circumstances are designed to bring out who the world needs us to be, for the sake of everyone.
What a great telling of a frightening tale, Tereza. And the Tarot message - amazing how those cards can do that! So glad it all worked out.
I imagine there are more lessons in the experience still to be mined by your son-in-law and daughter (and the other hikers) but surely our interconnection and the realization that we all find ourselves in need of help are among them. That can quickly foster deeper humility and gratitude are true gifts.
Thanks for sharing.
Love the Four Agreements and the Power of Place. I haven't read the others you mentioned, so damn, more books to get too!
Side note - did you read the latest from Jason Horsely? (I haven't read the full post, given paywall but thought of you.)
One of my theories, though, is that guilt gets in the way of gratitude. This isn't his first escape-ade but Veronica is insisting it's the last one solo. Even for a cat, James has used up most of his nine lives. It's why Mary's post seemed apropos. There's a transition from depending on Big Mother to save us--and I love how she includes institutions in with technology--and recognizing our interdependence with people we're responsible to. So minimizing the danger also minimizes the risk others took in the rescue.
I have good news! The others are not books but things I quoted in full in my article. Take back that damn, you just took imaginary books back off of your nightstand ;-)
And no, I haven't read Jasun's latest. Post a link and I'll read the preview but I don't sub anyone who teases me with partial posts. There are too many excellent thinkers and writers out there, present company shining brightly, to read those who paywall.
Yeah I guess I can see that. I have a 'James' in my life too.
Not always easy to determine what's what though - for me. Risk takers reflect something in all of us, usually something we both admire and fear, and then there is that 'pace' piece - when someone 'gets' the thing about themselves that everyone else has already seen. IDK. Murky. (Or maybe I'm just murky - have had a cold for days.)
Wow, Tereza, so glad for you and Veronica and James that all turned out well. I've never been around or seen a mudslide, but I got more of an idea from your story about how scary they are.
How do you reconcile the geoengineering with your feelings? I'm not sure that's the right question...I see the chemtrails around me, haven't done any research about it, but totally believe it's possible that they've been spraying chemicals on us for years and years. And then I read bits about how geoengineering has done these horrible things like the tragedy in Maui, and a fire near you in CA. So how does one wrestle with this? I guess what i'm getting at is my first response is feeling so absolutely powerless. What's the next step?
Yes, I don't know if you read my reply to Peter but I see geoengineering behind the floods and fires. There was a clear blue sky after the rains and the planes were visible doing their horizon to horizon spiraling plumes. It's the spirals, along with the durability of them, that gives the lie to vapor trails. When you breath out on a cold day, does it hang in the air and then corkscrew?
Do you mean my feelings that everything's gonna be okay? (the song that was playing as the brothers drove down to Big Sur) I don't know how it will be okay but I know it will, just as I knew James was going to be alright. My recommendation is to make your awareness big but your sense of well-being small. To ask yourself, 'Am I okay in this moment?' Don't internalize other people's tragedies because all you know is what you imagine, which is the worst. Check in with yourself and use your own experience to figure out if purpose and meaning exist.
Specific to geoengineering and wellbeing, I have these episodes:
Embrace your powerlessness! We are biding our time while this story plays itself out. You're not alone, it doesn't depend on you to fix it. And at the same time, it all depends on you and you're doing a magnificent job.
You're perhaps making James' mistake, that he needed to figure out a way through the river and over the woods to make himself safe. Meanwhile forces all around him were working out the plan and weaving a solution. Had he succeeded on his own volition, he'd still believe he could put himself into any predicament and get himself out. But this showed that forces of human nature and love are stronger than geoengineering and destruction.
I've been feeling that more and more when I get into 'accomplishment' mode. It's okay to waste time, to just be, because the resolution has a timing of its own that won't be rushed. If it gives you joy, do it. If it makes you anxious, leave that part to someone else. There are some of us who get joy from the strangest things--that seem awful and hopeless--because we can see the mystery unfolding in them. So hand those puzzle pieces over that give you a headache and focus on that image that excites you to bring into being. There's plenty of time and plenty of good people working on it/ playing with it.
For me, I want to grow my health in healthy activation rather than sticking my head in the sand. And TRUST is speaking to me so clearly these days. I can truly trust more. I have so much. I can relax and enjoy. I can ride the waves and somehow I'm moving in the direction of purposeful purpose. And in the areas where I get too activated - micromanaging me, my husband, and son - I can relax and trust that we are in this together.
"Forces of human nature and love are stronger than geoengineering and destruction." Beautiful.
A harrowing tale! Since I'm a big wuss on suspense, I was grateful to know he was safe before hearing his side of the story. And your inclusion of my post is a sweet way to end, thank you! I'm biased, of course, but I do think it fits beautifully...❤️
Haha, we all share that with you in my family. My youngest always reads the synopsis before she'll even watch a suspenseful movie.
I didn't do justice to your post because it felt right to end my story there, but I could have written another full post in praise and warm response. Little Bear James didn't have his fabricated hat, snowpants or jacket but he had what he was born with--the fur coat of family and love, from his given family to the one he chose to make his own family to strangers who chose to bring him into theirs.
As your post points out, I think there's a lesson here for all of us and a presaging of things maybe to come. We may not have some of the trappings of that technological Big Mother (and I wrote about this also in my response to Kathleen). But we already have everything we need. And relationships are key to that. Happy for my relationship to you!
Gosh, I sure do love the parallels you've drawn here from James and his experience to Little Bear. The relationship piece IS key, yet that's something I didn't even think to touch on. "Where two or three are gathered" is the misquote, but I still use it. You're brilliant and I'm grateful for our relationship, too... xox
It had seemed like there was a window of good weather--it wasn't supposed to rain until Sat. But the geoengineering weather gods had a different plan. Even just after it cleared, I've seen the planes criss-crossing their nano trails. Fires and floods are their game plan.
But yes, he trashed his tent when he got out. Even half-baked plans can go awry.
I can just picture you cawing in a grocery store and people cawing back!
I love reading my story from inside your brain. And I'm so glad for the land art image you provided. Just looking at it made me feel safe and protected. Even thinking about his video of the actual slide with the hero-woman ferrying someone on her back makes me hyperventilate.
Safe and happy, serene and warm. That's my new mantra.
There's some crazy synchronicity between you and me. I have some plans for other pictures of yours, where you combined some odd things that now fit exactly my new information. I think you're tapping into the Great and Playful SuperConscious.
I also think you already saw and liked How to Throw a Pity Party but, if not, I think you will.
Going out on long hikes is fun, but you gotta have a plan. I'm glad this worked out ok for James. Going out with a hiking group is a much better idea than going alone.
Thanks for sharing this, Tereza
Yes, I didn't go into too much detail but there are a lot of levels. While James is looking for another mechanical engineer job, he has time during the week. So he's going it alone in both ways--the debilitating online job search process and using his availability while it lasts. After being flooded out of their Oakland apt last year, they're living where neither has friends. But friends would make both the job search and the adventures easier.
I don't think that it's easy for anyone to reach out when they could use help but is it harder for men, do you think?
Yes, it does seem harder for men to seek help, they seem so independent, right? It's true, women too, my daughter is a fierce one, she gets that from me.
The outdoors adventures are fun and a break from computer related things to do. I worked for Boeing in the Engineering and Design group before the 777 was released in early 90's. I hated it, my rebound job was to get into Landscaping, working outside nice and healthy.
Three things worked for me when I was out of work after the 2009 (thanks financial system) crash/job market consolidation.
1- Network within social media like LinkedIn (even though I hate the product and the fact that it's now owned by Microsoft).
2- Volunteer in the field, just to keep skill sets current and you'd be surprised as to how one door can open another.
3- Work backwards through all the prior contacts/jobs. Jobs and people change so often anymore, that someone from the past (or even an employer) might have something new, or know of someone new that can make a connection.
Most of all, revel in the current, even if it means being lost/alone/out of contact for days on the other side of a mudslide. This too will pass. Everyone learned a lot about everyone's relationships during this time, and I trust, all for the better.
Blessings.
PS: I did all three of the job search actions. Working backward through contacts, I caught up with a business friend from years ago when we were peers. Turned out he was in Management and looking for someone to fill a role for which I was qualified. I (after 10 months of looking without success) started work 4 days later and never looked back.
Very wise advice and very encouraging example, WtD. I might add one more, which is finding a common activity where he can make friends, both young and older. I think that hearing from other men how they've succeeding in the job market would be helpful, and knowing that it's taken awhile for others. He left his job after his mom's death to help out his dad, and from a position of strength. It's hard to get over the embarrassment of not working in order to contact friends. I get that, from his pov, but I also know you're right.
Oh my gosh, what an epic story and a beautiful card that got pulled! ✨😮
My Crow Tarot always seems to hit for me. It just seems to be on target. I've tried others for variety but none of them are in tune the same way.
I would crow about it too if I were you. ✨🐦⬛
And it goes without saying I hope, but I’m so glad your daughter’s husband turned out to be safe.
Safe and, we're hoping, chastened ;-)
Very likely!
We love being alone sometimes and feel pretty safe
I am so happy that your son in law made it back safely with the gathering of the group of Christian hikers as well. God is good.
I used to walk alone daily in my neighborhood, Broadlands just 35 miles west of the cesspool (DC) in Northern Virginia. Safe enough area. no muggers around but maybe there are, I have not encountered one.... Our neighborhood has paved trails on miles and miles of natural land and woods with boulders since we are near the blue ridge mountains. Anyway, one day I was walking out of one area of deep woods (paved paths) and entered a clearing and saw this dog, a grey dog just lind of walking alone, looking pretty chill. I said "hi puppy" and started to hold my hand out.... but .... the beast did not acknowledge me... and (all of this split second thinking and response) I noticed no collar. I immediately realized this was a wolf. So, I quietly, heart pounding in fear as if I saw a bear, walked calmly out to the nearest street to civilization. Okay, so no danger, I was lucky I guess. I do not think wolves are normally agressive so I was lucky I did not have a stroke hahaha
What a story! Rosemary and the big (not so bad) wolf!
You're forcing me to reveal my contradictions. I have worked consciously on my fear of being alone in the woods. I text my daughters my exact location and when I expect to emerge. I have a friend who runs yearlong workshops called Wild Women that culminate in each woman spending a couple of nights alone in a designated place. One of these years I might do it.
I love that you tried to pet a wolf. And I love that James trusts himself and nature. In my heart I never felt that something terrible had happened to him. But I felt there was meaning in how things unfolded, and the lesson is a little different for him than for you. So funny that you're lucky you didn't have a stroke!
alone in a designated place?.... camping out doors? or just alone in a out door area? I could not do that... because I am older now and do not enjoy camping.
Now if it were a little camper out in nowhere.... hmmmm
Yes, cell phones are very good now. I could have snapped a photo but I did not think of it being that my heart started racing in panic. Still, I went home and it was easy to identify the wild animal online. I do take my phone everywhere, there are a few times I left it on the charger and went on a driving expedition for a few hours. I felt like my arm was missing. We are so dependent on them and as I get older, I am grateful. Even though we could probably rely on people around us, to use their phone or such.
Life is full of wild adventures.
Caitlin's workshops are not for the faint of heart, at least not for those unwilling to change that. It's a radical trust exercise, both of yourself and the forest. I am, myself, quite faint of heart. On my recent 'hike' with a reader (not going very far from civilization) we both agreed that we'd probably need to pee in the woods but neither seemed ready to set the precedent. Caitlin is the master (mistress?) of that! It's a skill and lack of self-consciousness that would be worth doing the workshop for alone.
As much as cell phones are abused, they've revolutionized my life. Given the choice of picking up the phone and calling someone or peeing in the woods, I'm not sure which I'm more reluctant to do. I always feel like I'm interrupting someone (not by peeing, where the reverse is more the fear). But a text is so non-invasive! It's the best of email in a snippet. So it keeps my daughters and I in touch. And since I'm directionally-challenged, GPS is a godsend.
I agree completely.
I have peed in the woods.
Funny you say this. Not haha or wow. I am faint of heart too.
I think because.... we have never really suffered. REALLY suffered. Maybe went through shitty times, but not long term. I have not (that I can recall, but I did not always have a life of a princess either... yes, I feel very spoiled these days)
decades ago, I was 19 and living in Switzerland on a farm (friends of my aunt and uncle) It was fun but different from my normal life but I could handle it okay. I was not a priss. Anyway, about a year in, Scarlet Fever was running rampant and I got it bad. I remember the school teacher that was also living in this old castle where I lived with the family, drove me to Chur to my aunt and uncle. I was dog sick. There was an old man visitor in the car with me and the school teacher. He knew I was from the US, did not know me, nothing. He must have thought I was some sort of spoiled shitty kid. He told me "Americans have never suffered. You have never suffered" I remember it well, I did not respond because I was very sick. I just remember that.
My parents lived in Holland as kids. they suffered through the war. my mom the most.
years ago, we would walk in the woods in Maryland and mom would say, "I have to pee now!" She was in her 80s. Well, she peed in the woods.
One time we walked through some path behind a chain link fence in Annapolis Md where they lived, and the path lead to pretty much a dirt road/path, with many forks off, and piles of junk, sinks, old toilets, lots of them and just a lot of junky junk. Dad was always funny and joking and we asked mom if she needed to use a toilet hahahhahahahah
okay end of story
Suffering is overrated, imo. It doesn't build character. Character is an act of free will, not circumstance. We all become who we're meant to be, to the best of our abilities, and better than anyone else would do in our exact circumstances. Our circumstances are designed to bring out who the world needs us to be, for the sake of everyone.
What a great telling of a frightening tale, Tereza. And the Tarot message - amazing how those cards can do that! So glad it all worked out.
I imagine there are more lessons in the experience still to be mined by your son-in-law and daughter (and the other hikers) but surely our interconnection and the realization that we all find ourselves in need of help are among them. That can quickly foster deeper humility and gratitude are true gifts.
Thanks for sharing.
Love the Four Agreements and the Power of Place. I haven't read the others you mentioned, so damn, more books to get too!
Side note - did you read the latest from Jason Horsely? (I haven't read the full post, given paywall but thought of you.)
Best.
One of my theories, though, is that guilt gets in the way of gratitude. This isn't his first escape-ade but Veronica is insisting it's the last one solo. Even for a cat, James has used up most of his nine lives. It's why Mary's post seemed apropos. There's a transition from depending on Big Mother to save us--and I love how she includes institutions in with technology--and recognizing our interdependence with people we're responsible to. So minimizing the danger also minimizes the risk others took in the rescue.
I have good news! The others are not books but things I quoted in full in my article. Take back that damn, you just took imaginary books back off of your nightstand ;-)
And no, I haven't read Jasun's latest. Post a link and I'll read the preview but I don't sub anyone who teases me with partial posts. There are too many excellent thinkers and writers out there, present company shining brightly, to read those who paywall.
Yeah I guess I can see that. I have a 'James' in my life too.
Not always easy to determine what's what though - for me. Risk takers reflect something in all of us, usually something we both admire and fear, and then there is that 'pace' piece - when someone 'gets' the thing about themselves that everyone else has already seen. IDK. Murky. (Or maybe I'm just murky - have had a cold for days.)
Oh, good!
Here's the link:
https://childrenofjob.substack.com/p/blood-libel-action-ron-unz-vs-the?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=1932638&post_id=142318665&utm_campaign=email-post-title&isFreemail=true&r=4z7ci&triedRedirect=true&utm_medium=email
Wow, Tereza, so glad for you and Veronica and James that all turned out well. I've never been around or seen a mudslide, but I got more of an idea from your story about how scary they are.
How do you reconcile the geoengineering with your feelings? I'm not sure that's the right question...I see the chemtrails around me, haven't done any research about it, but totally believe it's possible that they've been spraying chemicals on us for years and years. And then I read bits about how geoengineering has done these horrible things like the tragedy in Maui, and a fire near you in CA. So how does one wrestle with this? I guess what i'm getting at is my first response is feeling so absolutely powerless. What's the next step?
Yes, I don't know if you read my reply to Peter but I see geoengineering behind the floods and fires. There was a clear blue sky after the rains and the planes were visible doing their horizon to horizon spiraling plumes. It's the spirals, along with the durability of them, that gives the lie to vapor trails. When you breath out on a cold day, does it hang in the air and then corkscrew?
Do you mean my feelings that everything's gonna be okay? (the song that was playing as the brothers drove down to Big Sur) I don't know how it will be okay but I know it will, just as I knew James was going to be alright. My recommendation is to make your awareness big but your sense of well-being small. To ask yourself, 'Am I okay in this moment?' Don't internalize other people's tragedies because all you know is what you imagine, which is the worst. Check in with yourself and use your own experience to figure out if purpose and meaning exist.
Specific to geoengineering and wellbeing, I have these episodes:
https://thirdparadigm.substack.com/p/self-care-in-an-apocalypse
https://thirdparadigm.substack.com/p/how-to-throw-a-pity-party
https://thirdparadigm.substack.com/p/under-the-ominous-sky
https://thirdparadigm.substack.com/p/white-sky-blues and
https://thirdparadigm.substack.com/p/hazy-daze-and-tinfoil-skies
I'm a broken record about "I feel powerless..."
Embrace your powerlessness! We are biding our time while this story plays itself out. You're not alone, it doesn't depend on you to fix it. And at the same time, it all depends on you and you're doing a magnificent job.
You're perhaps making James' mistake, that he needed to figure out a way through the river and over the woods to make himself safe. Meanwhile forces all around him were working out the plan and weaving a solution. Had he succeeded on his own volition, he'd still believe he could put himself into any predicament and get himself out. But this showed that forces of human nature and love are stronger than geoengineering and destruction.
I love that. "We are biding our time .... it doesn't depend on you to fix it". Thanks for reminding me/us.
I've been feeling that more and more when I get into 'accomplishment' mode. It's okay to waste time, to just be, because the resolution has a timing of its own that won't be rushed. If it gives you joy, do it. If it makes you anxious, leave that part to someone else. There are some of us who get joy from the strangest things--that seem awful and hopeless--because we can see the mystery unfolding in them. So hand those puzzle pieces over that give you a headache and focus on that image that excites you to bring into being. There's plenty of time and plenty of good people working on it/ playing with it.
I love this all very much Tereza.
For me, I want to grow my health in healthy activation rather than sticking my head in the sand. And TRUST is speaking to me so clearly these days. I can truly trust more. I have so much. I can relax and enjoy. I can ride the waves and somehow I'm moving in the direction of purposeful purpose. And in the areas where I get too activated - micromanaging me, my husband, and son - I can relax and trust that we are in this together.
"Forces of human nature and love are stronger than geoengineering and destruction." Beautiful.
A harrowing tale! Since I'm a big wuss on suspense, I was grateful to know he was safe before hearing his side of the story. And your inclusion of my post is a sweet way to end, thank you! I'm biased, of course, but I do think it fits beautifully...❤️
Haha, we all share that with you in my family. My youngest always reads the synopsis before she'll even watch a suspenseful movie.
I didn't do justice to your post because it felt right to end my story there, but I could have written another full post in praise and warm response. Little Bear James didn't have his fabricated hat, snowpants or jacket but he had what he was born with--the fur coat of family and love, from his given family to the one he chose to make his own family to strangers who chose to bring him into theirs.
As your post points out, I think there's a lesson here for all of us and a presaging of things maybe to come. We may not have some of the trappings of that technological Big Mother (and I wrote about this also in my response to Kathleen). But we already have everything we need. And relationships are key to that. Happy for my relationship to you!
Gosh, I sure do love the parallels you've drawn here from James and his experience to Little Bear. The relationship piece IS key, yet that's something I didn't even think to touch on. "Where two or three are gathered" is the misquote, but I still use it. You're brilliant and I'm grateful for our relationship, too... xox
Glad they’re all safe and warm!
No tarps or waterproof tents? curious. Good Tale and Good Ending nonetheless!
It had seemed like there was a window of good weather--it wasn't supposed to rain until Sat. But the geoengineering weather gods had a different plan. Even just after it cleared, I've seen the planes criss-crossing their nano trails. Fires and floods are their game plan.
But yes, he trashed his tent when he got out. Even half-baked plans can go awry.
I can just picture you cawing in a grocery store and people cawing back!
I love reading my story from inside your brain. And I'm so glad for the land art image you provided. Just looking at it made me feel safe and protected. Even thinking about his video of the actual slide with the hero-woman ferrying someone on her back makes me hyperventilate.
Safe and happy, serene and warm. That's my new mantra.
There's some crazy synchronicity between you and me. I have some plans for other pictures of yours, where you combined some odd things that now fit exactly my new information. I think you're tapping into the Great and Playful SuperConscious.
I also think you already saw and liked How to Throw a Pity Party but, if not, I think you will.
I love that squishy and sappy over-the-top exuberance! I love you! Squish away!