The Original “We Are the World”
Feb 8th, 2010 by sublingua
5 Keys to Thrive-Tony Robbins
Dec 19th, 2009 by sublingua
To be human
to deny the need
to surpass our supercilious expectations
and revel in the organic purpose of our breed
how to smell the earth
praise the sky
get dirty and get exhausted
while our senses still survive
breathe deep like Zen Masters
breathe shallow in pants and gasps
run full out crawl on your knees
feel being human
while you can
Rebecca Ragland
We are Transmitters
Oct 5th, 2009 by sublingua

D.H Lawrence
This is an excerpt from the poem…
Give, and it shall be given unto you
is still the truth about life.
But giving life is not so easy.
It doesn’t mean handing it out to some mean fool, or letting the living dead eat you up.
It means kindling the life-quality where it was not,
even if it’s only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.
D.H. Lawrence
Finding Nature Where You Are
Sep 29th, 2009 by didier
When I first arrived in Los Angeles in 1996 from a 2 year sabbatical traveling the world, I was struck by the madness that is living in a big city. It was particularly overwhelming as I had spent considerable time in extreme wilderness situations where I had educated my eye to appreciate the beauty of Mother Nature. However and as a consequence, living here I had blunted my perception of her finesses in this newly discovered city life.
I could not see and I struggled daily with my perceived absence of her – the concrete, the noise, the acrid smells of car fumes and chemicals, the shabby, the dirt and the forgotten left on the sidewalk like unwanted trash. Furthermore, with what seemed like so much anger all around me and artificial time eroding the spaces between life’s articulation, I thought Nature had obviously abandoned me in this lost cause that is the City of Angels. My life felt empty without her seductive display enfolding me. As I started to despair, a chance encounter, as so often happens, sent me a message from Socrates reminding me that walking was the natural pace of thought.
So I started to walk and a whole new world of possibilities emerged – I began to hear the sing-song chatter of migrating birds, from the parrot to the humming bird, I noticed the tropical greens and exotic colors of the flowers in every landscaped garden, the rich abundance of wildlife from skunks, raccoons and possums to coyotes, mountain lions and deer. I was simply stunned by the rich diversity of life around me, accomplices to nature’s design living invisibly in every oasis across this expansive concrete desert. It was a truly remarkable revelation. I shrugged off my despair as I returned to her delight.
John Muir & National Parks on PBS
Sep 28th, 2009 by sublingua
I had heard of John Muir and had cataloged him in my mind as an explorer and a eccentric character and both descriptions are supported by this amazing tribute to American nature by Ken Burns. I recommend it, of course, but it was Didier’s comment that made me think about just how influential our “wild” spaces are and how the writings and behaviors of John Muir reinforce that concept. If we do not experience the wild in the world-the untouched and the pristine, we are lessened by it. We bring that sentient knowledge with us no matter where we go. How much pristine nature is left in America-I do not really know, but I do know that in Arkansas there is quite a bit. It is not all preserved by the state or national government, but rather by the people themselves. I think it is probably like that across the nation.
It was Didier’s comment on the “Trekking” post that made me realize that no matter where we are we have to look in order to see.
The series, National Parks is airing on PBS now. I am not sure of the schedule, but it airs throughout the week here. You can also see the videos online http://www.pbs.org/nationalparks/
Trekking Little Bear Creek in the Sierra
Sep 24th, 2009 by sublingua

I was very young and living in San Francisco/Berkley; my friends decided to go visit some folks in Chico which is at the base of the Sierra. This was exciting, because the more of the country I could see the happier I was.
When we got there someone had the bright idea to go hiking down to the salmon ladder that was on Little Bear Creek. I am not really a hiker. I love to explore woods and that kind of thing, but climbing mountains is not my idea of fun. However, my friends prevailed and off we went. I was wearing sandals, so I took them off to climb because it seemed that I would get a better purchase on the rocks as we climbed barefoot toward the salmon ladder. It was not an easy climb down for me or some of my friends who also were not wearing proper shoes, but it was beautiful. After awhile I forgot about my bleeding feet and just went with it.
We got down to the ladder and it was unbelievable. The salmon were not running and the creek was flowing rapidly up over flat rocks worn smooth by ions of water. We all claimed a rock and settled down to recover from the climb. The feeling was ethereal, lying on the flat rock water running over me, sun dappling down through the canopy of trees on either side of the creek.
I began to feel the air stir as if little fans were cooling me. My eyes were closed as I tried to just feel being there. The air began to stir more and I felt little dots of pressure over my body. I looked to see the air filled with monarch butterflies so thick you could see nothing but a sea of yellow, orange and black. Immediately I was in awe of the fact that I was actually there seeing this phenomenon of nature. It forever changed my life. I never saw nature in the same way after that.
Years later I wrote a poem:
Clouds pass over the courtyard
changing us slightly as they glide by
cool ghosts from the sea
Many experiences, much more subtle than my butterfly adventure happen to us all the time. I feel that the butterflies, so unexpected, such a gift, awakened me to the more illussive gifts that we are constantly given. One of my favorites is how the colors change just before a rain. Have you noticed…everything seems alive from within and glows with such radiant green and the flowers stand apart from everything else.
It was an honor to see the butterflies and an honor still to notice when a cloud passes over me and the temperature shifts slightly or the green before a rain explodes my consciousness. I am so delighted when I meet someone who sees the same things or after talking about it will see them from then on.
Welcome to New Epiphany
Sep 23rd, 2009 by sublingua
I hope that you will chose to contribute your epiphanies, your life expression, to this community of sharing in the belief that through embracing another’s expanding consciousness, we may grow in consciousness ourselves.
Epiphany means: A comprehension or perception of reality by means of a sudden intuitive realization. I hope to live my life in search of epiphany. I would like to hear the views of those of you who are also on such a journey. Of course, epiphany does not happen every day, but the process of getting there is perhaps the real core of the experience.
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