Archive for March, 2009
Pacific Pulse: Day 4
Posted in Friends, Family, Fun!, Picture Pages on March 29, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Pacific Pulse: Day 3
Posted in Friends, Family, Fun!, Picture Pages on March 28, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Pacific Pulse: Day 2
Posted in Friends, Family, Fun!, Picture Pages on March 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
I’m walking through the forest
green trees all around.
Sweet songs of small birds singing fill my ears with sound.
Sand and ocean’s blue below me, clouds and blue above,
I think to set my heart a flight on the white wings of a dove,
now I’m flying, not walking,
singing, not talking,
living, not thinking, about hoping for more,
peace, love, sun, me,
I’m flying, I’m singing, I’m living this free.
And as the cliff drops away and the wind rushes by
I live in this moment, between Earth and the sky.
Pacific Pulse: Day 1
Posted in Friends, Family, Fun!, Picture Pages on March 27, 2009| 3 Comments »
Friends, Family. I’m not in Oregon right now, Kaua’i instead. Tried to ride my bike here but then realized there is 2,500 mils of blue salt water between, so an airplane was required, desired, and hired. And each day I’ll be posting a new set of pictures from adventures and relaxing. Check the captions for any pertinent information, or just make up your own…
Picture Pages: And then it was found!
Posted in Friends, Family, Fun!, Picture Pages on March 22, 2009| 1 Comment »
This Picture Pages features the photography of Bryon Devore and pictoral account of Bryon and Kye’s adventures to find the hidden bottle. Also inlcuded below the photos is Bryon’s written story. Thanks Team Devore and Lars! Now you can use your two $2.00 bills as gas money for the next hunt, and there will be another…
The search continued…
Posted in Friends, Family, Fun! on March 17, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Still Flying.
Posted in Friends, Family, Fun!, Gratitude on March 12, 2009| 1 Comment »
Just over a year ago my Grandfather left his physical body. I remember the call from my Parents, and after talking to my Dad I knew it was time. I was spending my first winter in the real north, Missoula, Montana. The tone in my Dad’s voice made it clear to me there was less than twenty-four hours for my Grandfather. I will always be grateful to good friend and fellow Bikram Yoga teacher Mai who gave me the advice to not think twice about going home immediately to be with my family. I bought a plane ticket to leave early the next morning, my friend Kyle gave me a pre-dawn ride to the airport.
My flight was scheduled to go from Missoula to Seattle to Portland. I saw the sunrise over the snow covered crests of the mountains below. A couple of hours into the flight the pilot announced we would not be able to land in Seattle due to heavy fog, forcing us directly to Portland. I was feeling a sense that the events of the day were helping to get me home as quickly as possible. Going directly to Portland cut four hours off my travel time. I exited the plane in Portland quickly, ran straight for the shuttle, getting there just five minutes before it left, timing.
During the flight and shuttle ride I thought about my Grandfather, imagining spending his last moments with him and my Parents. Halfway into the shuttle ride I got a call from my Mom that Grandpa was “close to going” and that I should go straight to the home where he was when I got into town. Thoughts of being at his side during his last moments filled my mind. Perhaps it’s the romantic way movies and literature portray death, that in the final moments, the final breaths, the dying reveal profound insights that forever change the life of those present.
Just twenty minutes from Corvallis I received another call from my Mom. “He just went”, were the first words she got out before I heard her crying over the phone. My heart sank, I could feel my chest lift, tightening, as my eyes started to swell. Crying is not a regular event for me, not even annual, andeven then I couldn’t, it was awkward realizing I didn’t even know how to physically process the emotions I was feeling in that moment.
I was confused. Why couldn’t Grandpa have just held on for twenty more minutes? Just enough for me to see him one last time, make eye connection, acknowledge each other’s presence. It took me time, though I eventually realized it wasn’t about him waiting for me, it wasn’t about being there for the last breath. His time to go was his last choice, and by virtue the most experienced, wisest, noblest, truth of his life.
Picture Pages: Summer to Spring
Posted in Picture Pages, Riding Bike on March 8, 2009| Leave a Comment »
From the bike the changing of the seasons becomes much more apparent and meaningful. Realized I had pictures from similar points geographically and different points on the timeline, the captions tell a bit of the story so enjoy the words as well! As with any photo on this blog you can click on the image itself for a bigger version that will pop-up on your screen. Amazing how seconds passing can accumulate to highly visible change, makes me think of how the body and mind change in the yoga practice, harder to notice it in your own self because we are in our body and mind every day.