The Last Landline

 

“Unless you had been to Grandma Jane’s house, saw it with your own eyes, or even better …..were privileged to have been summoned by it’s ring, held it in your hands, listened to the message for only yourself……well you might think Grandma Jane’s refusal to get a smart phone quite pedestrian.”

In response to WordPress Photo Challenge- Pedestrian-

Oxford American Thesaurus:

Pedestrian- noun: walker, person on foot; (pedestrians) foot traffic. ANTONYMS driver.

adjective: pedestrian lives: dull, boring, tedious, monotonous, uneventful, unremarkable, tiresome, wearisome, uninspired, unimaginative, unexciting, uninteresting, uninvolving; unvarying, unvaried, repetitive, routine, commonplace, workaday; ordinary, everyday, run-of-the-mill, mundane, humdrum; informal plain-vanilla.                                                                 ANTONYMS exciting.

Interesting article from the Guardian on  SmartPhones inspired this post. You may enjoy reading it too:

Our Minds Can be Hijacked: the Tech Insiders Who Fear A Smartphone Dystopia

A peaceful Sunday to one and all.

Something Infinitely Healing

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

A  stroll along Oak Creek while the temperatures are cool, and the tourists linger over breakfast back in the Village. It’s the time of late spring where baby birds are squawking from ledges , coaxed to fly by hovering fussy  parents. Blackberries are in blossom and promise a sharable harvest. The Creek is flowing clear, low, and forcefully. Light crackles and bursts as water flows noisily over rocks.  Hawks are watching. So are tadpoles.  I sit awhile with old friend Sycamores and Cottonwoods. Blue and red dragonflies tease and elude the camera lens. Creek-side is lush, green, and in shadows, while Cathedral Rock sits high to catch the sun. No Breaking News.  to unsettle this creek-side morning.  Most excellent to linger, to embrace this  glimpse of the magic that can be Sedona. Happy to share this morning with you. Peace and Blessings.

Today’s Music: Gordon Lightfoot : Beautiful

This Weekend in Sedona: The Illuminate Film Festival – May 30-June 4.

To Be Able To Answer Promptly

“I was gratified
To be able to answer promptly,
And I did.
I said I didn’t know.”
Mark Twain

Oh the joy  of perusing the seed catalogs,  windowsills full of just emerging seed experiments, and the promise of the Spring Equinox for the Northern Hemisphere, just a few weeks away, while those in the Southern await their Autumn. And while I have a firm grasp on the shape and tilt  of the earth, I  inhabit a place of realization that there is so much I do not know about so many things.

It’s a good space to be in. ‘To be able to answer promptly’  as Mr Twain said in the above quote is to be clear to myself about how much knowledge, information, and experience I bring to answering a question or in the midst of any given days activities. I can avoid many a miss-steps, mischief, and misunderstanding with knowing and accepting what I do not know.

My knowledge of how my own US Government works/functions within the   the United States and Globally is fairly shoddy. That lack has been a very real liability smack down lately. Whether in conversation, activism, or clear contemplation of the events, I often find myself clueless. These are Full Tilt Boogie times in the United States and Globally right now and I want to have those conversations, be part of the increasing civil activism, and think deeply and long with factual information on what is unfolding and the impact it will have.

Come April 24, 2017 I am going to get some basic facts about how my Government is suppose to function.  Harvard X is offering a class on American Government through Ed X, one of platforms for MOOC (Massive Online Open Classrooms).  Taught by Professor Thomas E. Patterson of Harvard University ,who I am confident knows more than I do, and generously offers to share what he knows free of charge through this just miracle of technology.

Meanwhile, Taking a class through Coursera called Understanding Plants: What A Plant Knows. Offered by the University of Tel Aviv and taught by Professor Daniel Chamovitz, Ph.D., Dean, George S. Wise Faculty of Life Sciences. Filling the windowsills as I dabble with experiments.  A perfect class for the spring.

Can’t say enough good things about (Massive Online Open Classrooms.) They really have been a joy for me, enabling me to have access to areas of study, offered  by excellent schools around the world, by smart Professors, and shared with a global classroom, where the perspectives and ideas are as varied as the demographics, cultures, and current events taking place in individual student lives. It’s a real hoot, and I am so grateful. It really did change how I do old.

Today’s Music: Leeshore -Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.

Peace and blessings to you this fine day.

The Bamboozle Has Captured Us

“One of the saddest lessons of history is this:
If we’ve been bamboozled long enough,
We tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle.
We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth.
The bamboozle has captured us.
It’s simply too painful to acknowledge,
Even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken
Once you give a charlatan power over you,
You almost never get it back.”
Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

Some bamboozles are more innocent than others. If you chose to believe from  seeing my  photos and reading my words  that the Oracle Ravens in the streets of Sedona Arizona are quoting Carl Sagan and channeling Sam Irvin before transcending, illuminating, levitating and then bi-locating to Washington to form an Independent, Bi-Partisan  Investigative Committee to sort out the 2016 Election.  Well, That’s a fairly innocent bamboozle. The bamboozle behind the need for the investigation, not so much.

Peace and blessings to each and everyone this new day before us.

Today’s Music: Ohio Neil Young at Massey Hall

Snow Day In Sedona

Corruption is like a ball of snow,
Once it’s set a rolling
It must increase.
Charles Caleb Colton

 

 

 

Todays Reads:

Executive Order Protecting Nation From Foreign Terrorist Entry To United States

Number Of People Affected by Trumps Travel Ban

Resistance To Trump Travel Ban

Madeleine Albright (former US Secretary of State) :  On Trump Executive Travel Ban

Todays Music:  Pete Seegar- If I Had A Hammer

 

To Let Things Feel Normal

“Everyone must resist the urge to let things feel normal, and stand up for individuals, minorities, organizations, and causes that will be under threat during the Trump Administration.’  “John Oliver

Oh the pressure is on:  to shop the holidays to financial ruin;  loudly gnash teeth over USA’s  recent joint political/ governing/ and citizen election debacle;  fret the unsettled global times, engage in a family holiday melodrama, or think too much about how Georgia is both powerful and thriving due to American preference for the lies and misinformation of fake news. And how about that Global Warming!

Excellent reasons and season to choose to continue the binge hiking during  this period before the Winter Solstice.   To spend some time to figure out how best to navigate safely,  with purpose, faith, peace, and good humor  in this world determined to go Tilt Ta Whorl .

Out the door and down the road to visit with an old friend, Hot Loop 94.

The Hot Loop can be a trickster. Important to keep track of  time when together, and keep a visual siting on a few formations and location in relation to them.  A compass essential.  The light leaves early from low between formations,  and cinder-cones. Late Fall through Spring is  the best time of the year to visit.  There are stretches of exposed basalt that heat up, and while it feels great on a winters day to walk your bare skin in the sun, it’s extremely hot in the summer months.  It’s quiet time with the Hot Loop. Saw only one lone cowboy all the day long. Surrounded  with cinder cones, red rock formations, deep washes, Jack’s Canyon, and the top ridge line of the Colorado Plateau above to Horse Mesa.  The narrow trail changes up from stretches of loose black basalt pebbles, thousands of small distractions,  aiming to send hikers sprawling if not mindful of every step. Then rusty red boot sucking  mud in deep forest shadows. An opportunity to hike with entire chapters of  Sedona’s 340 million years of geology.

The surrounding area tempts hikers to leave the trail.  Whether it is the colorful geology laid before the eyes, the sight of a high up there cavern, a first rate Sedona metaphysical vision, the sound of scrub jays,  cattle, or an angle for a photo providing a sweeping panorama for a perfect holiday greeting card….mindful to  remember it’s a clever seduction to stray from the trail being played upon hikers, the trail always the truest,  faithful companion.

 

This time of the year, Just before the Yule. Just before the light returns, and Santa Claus arrives…. is the perfect time to walk the earth, get clear on what and who is important and what my role is and will be going forward. My decades indicate that  both the perception, term, and the reality of this thing we call   ‘normal’ wears a thousand different disguises;  fluid, varied and changing.

May each and everyone enjoy safe, joyous, and peace-filled holidays. I’ll be visiting around with you to catch up over the holidays and return to posting with the New Year.  Peace and Blessings.

Interesting Read:  Climate Change Tipping Points Are Not Just Symbolic featured in the Guardian .

Spot on Watch: The Lead: Jake Tapper

Local  AZ organizations doing good environmental work:

Keep Sedona Beautiful

Friends of the Verde River Greenway

Sedona Recycles

 

Stretching Cycles of Years

There was a child
Went forth every day,
And the first object he look’d upon
That object he became,
And that object became part of him
For the day
Or a certain part
Of the day,
Or for many years Or
Stretching Cycles of years.
From: There Was A Child Went Forth. by Walt Whitman

Yesterday was just the best of days: Driving 89N up from the floor of Oak Creek Canyon in Sedona at about 4,500 feet, each climb in elevation  becoming more colorful with oak, sumac, poplar, apple, and cottonwood just to name a few of the trees and undergrowth showing their best colors. Up two thousand feet to the Oak Creek Vista, where tourists were busy buying jewelry, dream catchers, pottery, tomahawks, and newly minted arrowheads from the  Native American vendors. Onward to Flagstaff, the Pondersoa Pines  distressed as the management of the forest creates a day of controlled burns and wide cut backs of mature trees from along the roadway. Through the city we continue to 6, 910. feet in elevation, the air clearing to crispness as we head towards the Snowbowl (11,000 ft elevation) to visit with the Aspens, who were thrilled to see us, shaking about making music, brightly costumed in yellows, and just weeks away from those first days of snow.

I am best myself when I am among trees . Since childhood they have been vital for me, invigorating and sustaining, strengthening, and calming. There is a peace that comes from hanging around with trees.

The Aspens are known for their ability to regenerate growing shoots and suckers from the lateral roots. The trees are identical clones to the original, and ‘members’ of a particular clone can spread over a hundred acres,   Members of a specific clone are distinguished from different clones by a variety of traits such as leaf shape and size, bark character, branching habit, resistance to disease and air pollution, sex, time of flushing, and autumn leaf color. Sounds similar to how some neighborhoods, organizations, clans, nations, and families are organized.

There’s is both a slideshow of photos, and for those who desire a vicarious roll about in autumn leaves, I’ve raked a virtual carousel together of all the days photos for you to enjoy.

 

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Today’s Music: Jethro Tull- S0ngs From the Woods