Well, is control-the control we imagine-found in nature? I shudder in awe here, other places I just think.
Code
What is needed is found in the code, the reason for coming out of the ground is in the code. The code has come from eons of mystery under the sway of evolving (man labeled it time). It’s the flow of creation.
All code is dependent on all the other code ever written, we are all tied up in our essence.
It is in this very small window of time we occupy that the new great work introduced by the late Thomas Berry is available to us all.
Spiritual Practice: before I purchase, log on, take a bite, scroll down, make a dollar-I ask, do I need to do or buy this shit,no matter how good it seems, or am I fearful of the void. The code was written out of the void.
Some say there could be time to re-write our story, the purpose of man. The way we see ourselves in relation to all other sentient and non-sentient beings will be the start.
The Turning

I didn’t get it as a child, where do they go when they leave?
The answers were not sufficient for the love -it hurt, it burned.
The expected order came, grands then parents, now my generation.
They say Mike died-the gentle man, the one who shook his head a lot and defined kind.
Mike would get in your face in a most engaging way, he was a pleasant soul for our time, he was an Aggie, the kind from the Brazos river bottom.
The mystery of death is overtaken by the mystery of love or there is no need for human effort, Mike made an effort that made a better world.
Goodbye Mike.
The Continuation of Seminary-The Real Work Begins
One of the surest signs of being in one place for a while, is getting a puppy to guard livestock and keep you company: “Jed” is here.
He is a graduation gift from one of my best high school friends, Patsy. Jed is becoming a familiar thing to trip over here in the barn where he and I live.
I still maybe headed back to the PCT, but not until I get to know this young puppy and the “old theologian”,Rudolf Bultmann: hopefully before the puppy digests him.

The other project, grandchildren. In this culture and time of earth what is it we can do that will help them? I’m of the conviction my heroic effort at life would be to absorb all the ignorance and misplaced ambition I can and turn it into simple fertilizer for the little people.
Adding to the organic matter of the planet for these little guys, is a simple task in line with Divine Evolution as far as I can trace it: anything else is man made projection and as nobel as it may be, pales when faced with the present mystery of creation, life and death.
Nothing of Grace contradicts creation and vice versa. Like my good priestess friend reminded me of our “vocation professor’s” saying, “it matters not what you are doing as vocation, as long as it’s yours and not someone else’s”.
We either release this innate spark(M. Eckhardt) we came with through art in whatever form manifests in us, or we continue down the well marked trail of neurosis and its many cultural reliefs. It’s not a question of teaching morality to these, they came with it–it’s damned well letting them be reminded how they were Created before someone told them how they should be.
Can you remember back before you were “shoulded”?
For their sakes, I’ll come into owning my stuff(shadow-real).

Jed and Jace, they came this way..
It’s Time
The Bend
I’ve been gone a while now—school and all. It is finished, 5 years of seminary and well worth it, the 5 years.
It is time to sit on the farm for 30 days and see what is, write, pick veggies, drink coffee and beer at different times of the day, and pray—above all dialogue with Life that is here until it isn’t.
It is also time to go to Big Bend, the closest desert. I think I will do it by bike this year, or some other slow way of getting there. I hate to miss the smells in a car-the flowers, diesel fumes, and dead stuff in the ditch (no one ever sees it-it just rots, but a biker can smell it).
It’s time…….
and yes thank to the one who said, start blogging again. I so want to get back on the PCT, but first I need to sit!
Family of Origin
I met today with a wonderful person I’m happily to be kin to: we talked genealogy and story that we share in common,she has been working on this project for years now. I’m amazed every time we review our roots and heritage, I lean more than I could ever imagine.
The more we look the more we are all the same-to me this is grace and a place of rest in the generations-and yea, I get it- there is painful crap too.
The garden below is sandy loan not far from where our great grandparents farmed. We have the same soil as they had, and after today I’m ok with returning to it.
Moral of story-talk to someone your kin to and sit: if you can find some dirt that reminds you of your childhood-for God sake take your shoes off and see what is.
Map
If possible get your maps for the journey from reputable source, someone who actually goes into the thickest of thickets.
Usually you can tell the best map makers by the amount of scratches they got in finding the best path. Get some scratches, I tell myself, or don’t expect to lead into the thicket.
Franciscan
Some say I should move to town and visit the farm as needed, but I could step out the 1974 Airstream and pee at sunrise?
I suppose the true Friar would do both, town and farm: though,I could get confused at sunrise as to where I was,town or dale,and not be seen as charitable.
Life is full of practice.
Soil Plot
Cook Similar

A good staple dish for the trail, if you are able to boil and simmer, is the combination of red lentils and red quinoa. These two compliment each other in taste and they can be eaten day in and day out with fairly good levels of carbs, protein, and fiber. Little seasoning is needed, usually salt-pepper-garlic flakes will round this dish up to being a favorite in 15 minutes or less of cooking time.
When picking a hiking partner use the same receipt as above-go with someone that has about the same cooking time as you and doesn’t need lots of special attention to a ‘staple”.




