In the Rockies

In the Rockies
Butler Gulch

Thursday, July 29, 2010


One of my skill sets is seeing the entire picture and understanding the pieces that it takes to make it. Recently I experienced, in two completely different ways, the opposite--seeing the pieces and then the whole picture.

First last Friday's hike. The photo of alpine flowers is from above the 4th of July mine on a rocky hillside beside the trail to Arapaho Pass and Lake Dorothy. The trail requires looking down at ones feet. At least that's my experience so I won't trip and fall. Tundra flowers, more profuse than I remember from prior years, caught my eyes as they peeked from the rocks next to the trail. I noticed small lavender/pink flowers (moss campion) and marveled at the perfection of each tiny blossom. Then I noticed a cluster of white alpine phlox. As my eyes roamed over and up, I realized that the hillside was a blooming rock garden, with the rocks' colorings adding to the landscape's perfection. My vision had been attracted to this natural flower garden by one small bouquet.

Next, a different experience. If you are reading this post, you know that I have been writing and re-writing a childhood memoir for years. You probably know that I have had many insights about my parents and the activities, good and bad, in which they were involved. There are many scenes with Mother in this unpublished book. They cover my childhood through the fall of my senior year in high school. There are Dad scenes too. Both were involved in the dreadful meetings, and both had leadership roles.

While reading a novel about a cult and the description of its leader (a man), I realized that Mother, rather than Dad, had the power in that multi-generational group. She was the charismatic one, and it was her lineage. That's in the story I wrote. It's in more than one scene. Still I said (maybe to you) that Dad should have gotten us out. But he was in it for Mother--and she was the one who was revered by the members. I have credited him, though I knew I didn't really know, with getting me out. Now I realize that Mother had to want me out for that to happen. The pieces were there. I needed to put them together and see the big picture.

Here's to the power of fiction. Maybe that's what I should try writing.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Daniel Schorr

I had planned to write about yesterday's hike up the 4th of July trailhead to Arapahoe Pass, of the spectacular wildflowers and stunning views--of what is temporary and what is lasting. However, on the way home, I turned on NPR and heard Scott Simon say that they were reporting a loss in the family, the death yesterday morning of Daniel Schorr at age 93.

It hardly seems like Saturday morning without Schorr's commentary on the week's news. I have arranged my Saturday waking time to allow listening to Dan's thoughts for many years. I can listen either at 7 am or to the repeated version at 9 am so--when 9 am doesn't work with my schedule, I have awakened earlier to hear the 7 am broadcast.

Dan's calm understanding of the way Washington works (and doesn't), his historical viewpoints, his getting to the heart of the matter, and his humor have informed and inspired many of us for years. Thanks Dan, for the long career, and for standing up for your principles even when the consequences weren't what you wanted. Thanks to NPR for understanding Dan's values and value to their listeners for the past quarter century. His voice and his words will be missed.

And when I've uploaded photos, I'll write about yesterday's hike.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

I found this quote from John Schaar, a professor and political theorist, as the "Word for the Day" website. These quotes are from people of all races, religions, and creeds, but have something to say to us about our lives. I particularly liked this one.

"The future is not some place we are going, but one we are creating. The paths are not to be found, but made. And the activity of making them changes both the maker and their destination."

I have found that my path of becoming one with the Universe, of appreciating, of forgiveness others and myself, has changed me. How it might change my destination in life is one about which I will ponder. As a later-in-life person, I'm learning to be more in what is today, and not so much on a destination path, but where my path leads is interesting to me, though I cannot say that I know what or where that is.

Appreciate the beauty around us today.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Getting started --

The falls was spurting and spraying as we looked for a spot for lunch early in this hiking season. It seems free and yet it follows the same paths year after year. Are we following the same paths, even though it may look different as we grow older and our bodies change? Our spirits are the same though covered by the guises we have used to protect them. It's that falls--or the lucious snow lily on the hillside above Lake Isabelle on June 30th--that touches my spirit--the true Divine one. The Divine in nature touching the Divine in me! Awesome.

Getting Started

I'm not yet accomplished at putting photos on my blog--a necessity for my subject matter. I had the Ouzel Falls photo on my page, but turned the wrong way! I must have put it on by accident because when I turned it around, I couldn't get it back. Oh well. Another day, and more photos of the wonderful sights around the Rockies.