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A woman and a Baxter Bear go tent camping across the American South from East to West. We started in Baltimore. The destination is the journey. We're starting over.

Golden Gate Parking It Today

Hand porn is sometimes sexiest of all

Hand porn is sometimes sexiest of all

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My Gift to Me and You: Free Your Mind With Timed Concentration on Your Darkest Thoughts

Buddhists, philosophers and cognitive-behavioral therapists treating phobias have long recommended progressive relaxation combined with meditation on themes that you normally try to avoid thinking about. It’s counter-intuitive at first but you come to realise that anxiety is your mind’s way of telling you that you want to think about something that seems too dangerous at first to even consider- so you push it away. This pushing away of painful thoughts is the fitfulness of anxiety and it interferes with your ability to sleep and live moment to moment with love toward yourself and others.

Take a moment and think about that.

if you want to find peace on a topic, I am going to describe the process though I don’t pretend that this an easy homework assignment. But think of it this way, life as it is may be awfully hard for you right now. There may be nothing harder. So what do you have to lose?

Set time aside by yourself in a safe, quiet, peaceful, warm and comfortable place. Play soft music without any words and maybe light a candle with a scent that’s relaxing to you….But only if that helps you feel at ease. Then set a time limit and concentrate on a single topic that you normally try to avoid thinking about. Do not fall asleep- sitting up on a pillow or mat with your eyes closed and legs crossed will help. Set an alarm (shorter the first time and progressively longer after that) There are no real rules except don’t judge yourself- let your thoughts go where they want to go. Really think about this topic as much as you can- any way you can- like you’re a bird flying around a tree with many branches on which you can perch. Keep coming back to the tree if you stray away. And when the time is up- set the whole topic aside. Do not let your mind stray there during other times of your regular life. Remember that you have time set aside just for that. Put your concentration time on a schedule and know when it is. Keep coming back to this topic on different days but only think about it during scheduled “safe” meditation times. Eventually…(this will take time) you will find your peace and reconciliation with the topic or you may have questions to be investigated. Investigate and concentrate so you can eventually let the topic go with newfound understanding and eventually peace. You may fly to another tree or go home to nest.

Do this for each topic in your life that has caused you to avoid living in the here and now over the years. Remember- these are your darkest thoughts and memories- the ones you normally avoid thinking about. Perhaps these are the topics that make you want to escape in unhealthy ways with things like drugs, alcohol, cheating, lying, overworking, procrastinating, overeating or gambling…._____?….from THAT which you NEED most of all….Whatever that is for you….In the end- I think it’s LOVE. But that’s just my take on it.

Kisses and good luck.
SLIMMING IT IN THE CITY
What a $9.00 soy mocha latte calls home and I call lunch in San Francisco…. A city that isn’t so hippy any more!

Love it or leave it. The Central Valley has character….And a whole lot of heat and parched earth. Looking for a dance class now so I can celebrate with the raisins! But don’t get me wrong- I’m trying to get closer to the dolphins every chance I get. It’s hard out in the job market once you’ve gone astray…a lot of companies don’t want independent thinkers with “soft skills”. So for now, I’m a dancing raisin!

Earthquake in Sonoma, CA 2014 or We’re all just visitors here.
You must experience California in a 6.1 earthquake to get the full experience. So…..an old friend and his compadres obliged me on my journey. They took me to the epicenter for a full-on shake, rattle and roll. Baxter Bear got his earthquake on too.
After a day of champagne, croquet and floaties in a pool designed for 1920s aristocrats…we retired in a house made of glass. It was perhaps 3:00 am or so when we were mercilessly awakened from our sleep by Gaia herself. She must have laid her heavy hand on the roof and shook violently, as if to say “Wooga, Wooga, wooga!” ” remember me? You are just visitors here ! Get it together! You have limited time!”
I looked out the window from my bedroom and, to my surprise, I saw sparks in different colors across the sky and wondered if we’d been hit by lightening. The electric lines couldn’t stand Gaia’s fury and were letting off sparks, it seems. Fires were a real threat. Baxter Bear ran out on the balcony because the art house we were staying in felt like it was supported only by stilts - and they were going to break. Then he changed his mind and crept back like a baby into bed with me, his teeth and body chattering all the while. I held him close like a child. He thought I was protecting HIM.
In the living room- where eight people suddenly found themselves (I don’t remember how I got there), we started waiting for aftershocks. Everyone had a different coping mechanism. One person crouched in a corner and was texting friends, another checked the news reports for the seismic power of the quake and found 4.9. I thought, “how strange….it felt like a 6.0”. I’d experienced the Loma Prieto earthquake from Palo Alto in 1989 and it felt similar in strength to this one/ though shorter…. Another person, a woman, laughed in self-defense. It was a jittery sound/ the same one I made when I was in a life threatening car accident. It surprises those around because of it’s asynchronicity..
The friend who brought me on this Sonoma adventure sprung into action in a different way. He was practical and protective. He found a broom and garbage bag… and began collecting endless piles of glass that had shattered to the floor. The glass played an important role in the mysterious, epic drama of sights and sounds that evening. It also posed the biggest danger for 8 humans and 5 dogs. A painting had nearly fallen on our heads in bed but the nail that held it up was still holding by a thread. Someone laid it on the ground- I don’t remember when or how. The glass, to be collected, had fallen all over the wooden floors and staircases. There - before us- lay the remains of wine glasses and dishes; once perched decoratively above the living room in beautiful designer fashion. When I realized I could do more than just watch everyone around me react, I finally grabbed a garbage back to help. Don’t get me wrong- for better or worse, I still regret not taking “after” photos but I’m glad I helped.
Earthquakes are like so many things in life. They remind you that you’re just human and not really in control. But it’s better to share these moments with others. We can make the most of a crazy circumstance when we’re together- each in our own individual ways.
The next morning, we gathered and, with much ado about something, we made the best post-apocalyptic breakfast ever. The 3-4 architects and one engineer surveyed the house and gave it a big thumbs up. We weren’t falling off our hinges and foundation. So we happily went on to survive a heart-stopping panapoly of bacon, eggs, hash browns and berries before driving sleepily back toward the rest of the world- beyond the magical, shaking vineyards. It’s a crazy world out there and I don’t want to miss a moment of it. Our music in the car on the ride home was the news telling us we survived the epicenter of a 6.1 earthquake that weekend.
What a trip! I recommend earthquake adventures in Sonoma or Napa for any seasoned traveller to California.

Earthquake in Sonoma, CA 2014 or We’re all just visitors here.

You must experience California in a 6.1 earthquake to get the full experience. So…..an old friend and his compadres obliged me on my journey. They took me to the epicenter for a full-on shake, rattle and roll. Baxter Bear got his earthquake on too.

After a day of champagne, croquet and floaties in a pool designed for 1920s aristocrats…we retired in a house made of glass. It was perhaps 3:00 am or so when we were mercilessly awakened from our sleep by Gaia herself. She must have laid her heavy hand on the roof and shook violently, as if to say “Wooga, Wooga, wooga!” ” remember me? You are just visitors here ! Get it together! You have limited time!”

I looked out the window from my bedroom and, to my surprise, I saw sparks in different colors across the sky and wondered if we’d been hit by lightening. The electric lines couldn’t stand Gaia’s fury and were letting off sparks, it seems. Fires were a real threat. Baxter Bear ran out on the balcony because the art house we were staying in felt like it was supported only by stilts - and they were going to break. Then he changed his mind and crept back like a baby into bed with me, his teeth and body chattering all the while. I held him close like a child. He thought I was protecting HIM.

In the living room- where eight people suddenly found themselves (I don’t remember how I got there), we started waiting for aftershocks. Everyone had a different coping mechanism. One person crouched in a corner and was texting friends, another checked the news reports for the seismic power of the quake and found 4.9. I thought, “how strange….it felt like a 6.0”. I’d experienced the Loma Prieto earthquake from Palo Alto in 1989 and it felt similar in strength to this one/ though shorter…. Another person, a woman, laughed in self-defense. It was a jittery sound/ the same one I made when I was in a life threatening car accident. It surprises those around because of it’s asynchronicity..

The friend who brought me on this Sonoma adventure sprung into action in a different way. He was practical and protective. He found a broom and garbage bag… and began collecting endless piles of glass that had shattered to the floor. The glass played an important role in the mysterious, epic drama of sights and sounds that evening. It also posed the biggest danger for 8 humans and 5 dogs. A painting had nearly fallen on our heads in bed but the nail that held it up was still holding by a thread. Someone laid it on the ground- I don’t remember when or how. The glass, to be collected, had fallen all over the wooden floors and staircases. There - before us- lay the remains of wine glasses and dishes; once perched decoratively above the living room in beautiful designer fashion. When I realized I could do more than just watch everyone around me react, I finally grabbed a garbage back to help. Don’t get me wrong- for better or worse, I still regret not taking “after” photos but I’m glad I helped.

Earthquakes are like so many things in life. They remind you that you’re just human and not really in control. But it’s better to share these moments with others. We can make the most of a crazy circumstance when we’re together- each in our own individual ways.

The next morning, we gathered and, with much ado about something, we made the best post-apocalyptic breakfast ever. The 3-4 architects and one engineer surveyed the house and gave it a big thumbs up. We weren’t falling off our hinges and foundation. So we happily went on to survive a heart-stopping panapoly of bacon, eggs, hash browns and berries before driving sleepily back toward the rest of the world- beyond the magical, shaking vineyards. It’s a crazy world out there and I don’t want to miss a moment of it. Our music in the car on the ride home was the news telling us we survived the epicenter of a 6.1 earthquake that weekend.

What a trip! I recommend earthquake adventures in Sonoma or Napa for any seasoned traveller to California.

“Our own life has to be our message.”

—    Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via therednative)

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

—   Robin Williams  (via kiddings)

Only the ones with compassion and the resources to fight against depression with all their might act like this. Making other people laugh or feel happy is an anti-depressant of the best kind…

(Source: skateeofmind, via springhair)

Just do something

It’s better than the alternative.
Sometimes the goal is to have a goal so you can get to the other side of the mountain. The bear climbed over the mountain to see what he could see. We all know what he saw but that’s ok for now.

Play with Bears- every chance you get…

Baxter Bear looked grateful for my return from San Francisco. As I entered the garden, he stood on his hind legs till I approached and then he gave me his golden bear hug and winning, toothy smile! I don’t exaggerate when I say that he radiated pride in the park as he effortlessly bounded after my ball tosses with both paws fully extended. We have a winning partnership in life’s splendid game of catch.