Days ahead...

[octavius suivatco]

I've noted in one of my trips that there were unlimited paths immediately available to me. I knew that on the next day I had a number of options, but I would only experience one, and the rest would be lost forever. This was a frightening realization.

As this trip set sail, I had envisioned myself as a fetus, just dying before birth. This was a possible scenario, as I almost died from umbilical strangulation while my mother was in the hospital. It was from this rescue that I am living today. I was granted life, and from the center of my navel a bright beam could stretch across any plane, in every direction and with the divine anybody reading this possesses.

The next day I could head to Montreal with my friends and see Soulive play. I could stay at school and party with my friends. I could chase a girl I had been thinking of recently. I could return to Massachusetts and chase a girl I had been thinking of for years. These were just a few of the hundreds of paths I knew I could follow. I won’t tell you which one I chose, but if it were the first one I would have met Neil Evans!

Of course, we’re talking about a trip here, but what realizations can be made once you take a look into the options you have on a daily basis?! Not everyone feels as free as a college student does on a Friday night, but we must all understand that we are bound only to our own desires, and we have decisions to make every day which constantly lead to new paths of life.

The topic I wish to raise is this: What realizations have you made recently which you brushed under the carpet of your mind? Epiphanies are important, those inner realizations are a gift from beyond our senses. What do you need to do with the rest of your life… whether if you have 80 years of life ahead of you, or if you have five???

"One day is like any other."
-Hippocrates

[suebee]

im reading the golden sayings of epictetus and the meditations of marcus aurelius, first and second century romans, both of the stoic school.
here's a short one from "the last and one of the loftiest of the pagan moralists" as the translator calls roman emperor marcus aurelius:

"Thou are a little soul bearing about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say."

what im mostly struck by is how little universal knowledge we humans have managed to grasp in twenty or thirty centuries.

[Isaiah Mpski]

Like,you mean all the synchronicities showing up around US.

[JCCamp007]

Well,I don't know where to stop.
I went 30 days without smoke or drink,
and theen yesterday it ended.

Think I'll start a new thread,
"The Endz"

[drew hempel]

Still clearing buckthorn although the snow finally cleared and I saw a baby mole or shrew today, along with some green wildflower.... Planning on doing a forest garden: chestnuts, honey locust, mulberry, apple trees, etc.

[willoweyes]

woodland shaped to welcome the greatest diversity and life, is what people of the earth practice.


Drew, be careful of what you clear. Remember, power corrupts. If you use power that isn't yours, it corrupts/rusts/ corrodes/ weakens.

Waste not, or ye will in turn be wasted.

[sidecross]

woodland shaped to welcome the greatest diversity and life, is what people of the earth practice.


Drew, be careful of what you clear. Remember, power corrupts. If you use power that isn't yours, it corrupts/rusts/ corrodes/ weakens.

Waste not, or ye will in turn be wasted.

My grandfather, who escaped to the U.S. after being shot in the back and left for dead, was a carpenter. He built houses along with finishing carpentry and never used a power tool in his life.

He wrapped his large saws in newspaper and took the bus to every work site; he never owned or drove a motor vehicle in his entire life.

His hand tools if were ever saved would be museum quality material.

[willoweyes]

Thanks Sidecross--that's what I was talking about. When one goes to the woods with a chainsaw or GreenMachine*TM (which should really be called a brown machine because that is what it leaves in its wake. . . .) one cuts much more, and more thoughtlessly, than if one had only an ax. Yet much can be done with an ax. Needful this.

Ddrew, please stay in touch! we miss you.

Wargod's Bastard--WTF! Are you really Daniel come to guide us?

[Wargod's bastard]

Definitely not. I've never even had direct correspondence with him. After a yearlong interruption of my lurking habits (silly regulated internet access), I've decided to start participating a little more.

What I need to do is reinvigorate my ability to think and learn. Discourse on the boards provides an opportunity to engage with other modes of thinking. So here I am.

[drew hempel]

Thanks Sidecross--that's what I was talking about. When one goes to the woods with a chainsaw or GreenMachine*TM (which should really be called a brown machine because that is what it leaves in its wake. . . .) one cuts much more, and more thoughtlessly, than if one had only an ax. Yet much can be done with an ax. Needful this.

Ddrew, please stay in touch! we miss you.

Wargod's Bastard--WTF! Are you really Daniel come to guide us?

Yeah we already got the Pale Crescent butterfly! No flowers for nectar though. The chestnut tubelings are ready in May so I still plan on ordering a bunch -- then in 3 years it will be a forest garden! Free food for the survival times ahead.

The male turkeys were on display in the yard today -- about 5 females to 1 male. haha.

The woodpecker downy are drumming.

The mourning doves are chasing each other.

Spring time fun.

[willoweyes]

I've seen wild turkeys dance--from a distance I thought it was some sort of weird celebration--like maybe from Wicker Man. It looked like ladies in ballroom dresses, swirling. But with binoculars, it turned into Turkeys, no less magical!

I saw one lonely burnt-orange butterfly a few days ago, sort of fluttering in an aimless, not very efficient somewhat forward motion as is butterflies' wont. He disappeared into the woods. Shortly thereafter, he returned, but with a butterfly companion of the same species. Their fluttering together took on the patterns of a weaving.

Ah Spring.