“Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing”
It’s a wild ride in this world. And, at times, a struggle to survive. Adventures are not always a wild flight to glory.
Born in Los Alamos, New Mexico, USA in 1949.
Grew up in Albuquerque from age 5.
I’ve never been able to stay away from New Mexico for long. This is a wild land (outside the cities) both in terrain and weather. Vistas that grab your soul.
I am not as much educated as learned. School bored me most of the time and it was all…
Thoughts and memories of death
Death is a funny thing. The constant companion of the living is denied, feared, rejected, and vilified by almost every human.
Achieving the age of 60 surprised me. It wasn’t a part of the plan at 30.
As I have grown, now past 70, I have become more aware that personal death is truly a part of my future.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m not anxious to see what that path holds. Though, I am curious and will smile when it is time to ride that dragon.
My dream is, at…
cardboard and plastic tubs
clothes, books, knickknacks
are strewn everywhere
Where does all this dust come from?
25 years of junk and memories
dreams and failures
Don’t throw anything away.
throw out everything
where am I going?
who will be my companions?
am I as crazy as I sound?
/ follow my impulses
or my compassions
the wildman in me
is on the open road
the good person
says I should stay tamed
“How can you be in two places at once, when you’re not anywhere at all?”
always the battle