Sister 2 Sister 1 next

Meyer Lemon tree in the front yard, so we had to make a Meyer Lemon Pie...  Nieces Mara and Ava, so we had to tie die shirts, Cameron so we had to go surfing, Lisa so we had to talk, cook (said pie), stand up paddle board, and sew (mended my long underwear) Dad so i had to listen to stories that I've heard a dozen times and repair a piece of equipment that he said doesn't work but really was just set up wrong.

I love these people, and feel like i could just stay and contribute to their household.  These little people are just that, people that are little.  in many regards they are among the most competent people i know, specifically Mara, the older one, is so self aware...

But I'm not so sure that being self aware is all that useful, yea the Buddhists in me claims it is the goal, but the neuro geek in me thinks that ignorance brings more happiness... maybe being self aware contributes to the happiness of those around.

in closing a shout out to the three school teachers who stopped and enjoyed the vista of the last picture Boca anyone?...

Day two in Santa Barbara, Surfing and tacos
Day three, botanical garden and stand up paddle boarding along with bonus Shaker Lemon pie.

Tall gifting

I was taking my bike with me to Portland, but my niece and nephew were visiting my sister in Santa Barbara when I arrived... I think Christie will make good use of it

First habit of highly effective hobos ... Hit the road

Growing up again

Just opened a bank account... Feel like I did at 11 years old, when I opened my first, a coming out event.

The steps of becoming a male adult in the USA

1 puberty and acting on it
2 buying and operating a car (extra points in ascending order for motorcycle and airplane)
3. Having a bank account
4. Buying a new couch

Leaving last tuesday

Driving ones home requires money for fuel...hitchhiking, not so much.

Tarot

I'm making the rounds to friends and family, really friends that I think of as family.

Raquel and Oliver threw my tarot. The upside down death card says that I'm not going to die on this journey

a poem

a Text from a friend

This is a poem for you James : 

Here we rest, together. 

Beyond form perceived, forever. 

Let not a thought give rise to fear. 

Let me not into that space to judge, for you have released me, my dear. 

The world shall never deceive me, for we have accepted our treasure beyond perceived pleasure, and no form we cannot leave. 

What dream is it you have?

Swirling intent, questioned lament, loving descent, do you see the moment's end?

You do ask what I see, 

I cannot say, shall I be deceived?

I said I would not, 

Do I judge what is not there now?

I am perceiving in a dream here, 

Will you help me let go of the form I have received now from my hidden intention?

In silent moment of acceptance, past gone, future reflected, light without evil, without good, without the world, within light, the only Delight beyond earthly sight. 

romantic or

The Picture right above is of LaRon, he was returning to LA to check in on the love of his life, a woman who rejected him.  for a time i saw the story as romantic, now it's sad and even pathetic to me.  The sun is setting and potatoes are cooking on a fire.  and i think i'll finish this beer.