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When I dream of mountains, they are typically in the Himalayas or on other worlds, so this one surprised me. In a realm of ice and snow, there was a race to be run. I knew what to do. I knew who would

How many of us have spent this life in some form of hiding? Hiding in plain sight, wearing the masks we learned to or were taught to wear... hiding. From others? From ourselves? I'm not sure those facts

As much as it embarrasses me to admit it, I had to do a Google search to find a tech who could tell me how to find the actual page with what is NOT a big red button, sadly enough. So why this post, because

Oh, the deliciousness of falling asleep to the sounds of the lake lapping against the shoreline! We didn't have digital photography back then, when I was little, and thrilled to the first night of sleeping

I remember our first picnic table. It was my Mum's card table, sewing table, and my 'hideout' when she covered it with a square slipcover she sewed just for the occasion. This little table was taken into

I am once again visiting the North Atlantic. Odd. I spent so many years living near and loving the Pacific. Yet there is a pull here. Unmistakable and undeniable. And odd. The last time I felt it this

When I lived in the Sierra Nevada mountains, I was told the story of a little brown bear cub. There is a living breathing Bear Whisperer in this town, who looks after the local bears, those that live 'in

There are actual scientific experiments being conducted of late whose theorems are that we live in a virtual reality. The spiritual paths of our most ancient traditions have all said the same. We are the

This is another story for Jerry Banfield's Supernatural Writing Contest. My story begins in the High Sierra, at 9000 feet, an altitude which I know and whose alpine climate I truly love. I had been visiting

This post is in response to Jerry Banfield's Supernatural Writing Contest. It is the first of three such stories that came immediately to mind. It wasn't my first car, but the little powder blue Dodge

I have been fascinated with the relationship between the flower of life infrastructure of light and the structure of the blockchain for some time now. This has the kind of potential held in attempts in

Hi there - I have noticed twice now that when I pull up my cached login credentials for Steemit, there is someone else's user name there. I refresh and mine shows up. Has my browser been hacked? Haven't

source This morning, as I was moving through some initial stretches, waiting for the tea water to boil, a friend re-appeared. The Tok bird, indigenous to the Mayan lands, magical in its appearance, flew

I'm including a link here to my article on Medium on the Blockchain and the Flower of Life in sacred geometry. source I've been traveling and posting it 'there' was easier than 'here' because of some odd

Each is a reaction to perceived changes. photosource We are all too familiar with the FOMO acronym, sponsored by the digital delirium of device addiction. FOCO, or Fear of checking out, is everywhere.

The song was written by Michael McDonald and Kenny Loggins and made famous by the Doobie Brothers as a track on their 1978 album Minute by Minute.. It won two Grammys in 1980. Song of the Year and Record

Referencing Sesame Street, of course... but let's look deeper. I found this image on the below-referenced website the other day. “The Blockchain will do to the financial system what the Internet did to

photosource No, this is not to say 'unplug completely' though it does benefit us to do some of that each and every day. Just so you know, I am a fully awake, practicing Mystik and yes, a technocrat to

Resting up for a journey whilst performing his 'job' in his own way. Yesterday, I held vigil for a dear friend who is transitioning. This friend happens to have four legs. He is a rather large Woofer.

photosource What is in the mirror today? The one in my dressing room shows some jetlag and the distress of returning 'home' to find the sacred space I so carefully nourished and nurtured, glaumed over