Grizzly’s Gamble — Part 1 of 8

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Parts:  One — Two — Three — Four — Five — Six — Seven — Eight [ Preface: ] Life is full of surprises. In my experience, there are two kinds. One is the kind that springs itself on you. The birthday party you weren’t expecting. The mistake on your paycheck that turns out to be an unexpected raise. The skin-crawly spider web that suddenly engulfs your horrified face as you walk through the woods at dusk. The second is the kind you look for. The magnificent vista that … [Read more...]

Come to think of it, this IS the first day of the rest of my life

Apropos of nothing special, except for the fact that I'm moving ... Actually I'm mostly moved. Still have some cleaning to do at the old place, and a LOT of box emptying and sorting. But I'm sleeping and cooking and showering at the new place, and it already feels like home. But this just came to mind: There's nothing like a move to remind you of the freshness of the world. The whole future, your entire life, stretches before you, and every new morning is a wide-open doorway into it. To start … [Read more...]

Whoring Out Your Head – Part 2

Now picture this: It’s not a timeshare cabin, but your own mind. What more essential thing could there be to being you? Your mind is where you do everything that makes you you. Your mind IS you. It’s all of you there is. It’s the part that feels and thinks and learns. In the timeshare theme, your mind is both the thinking you do, and the time in which you do it. Imagine that you “sell” a small part of it. … [Read more...]

Whoring Out Your Head – Part 2

Now picture this: It’s not a timeshare cabin, but your own mind. What more essential thing could there be to being you? Your mind is where you do everything that makes you you. Your mind IS you. It’s all of you there is. It’s the part that feels and thinks and learns. In the timeshare theme, your mind is both the thinking you do, and the time in which you do it. Imagine that you “sell” a small part of it. … [Read more...]

Whoring Out Your Head – Part 1

I have never in my life bought a Lottery ticket. And I never will. Oh, I’ve had a few of them given to me, so I have to say I’ve owned a couple. But every time I’ve given them to someone else rather than scratch them. I also never use coupons or special deals when I shop. I never enter contests. And though I love to go to the nearby Saratoga Race Course to watch the thoroughbred horses run, I never place bets. I also, as you probably know, don’t go to church. The reasons for that are … [Read more...]

Earthman’s Journey – Part 8 (of 8)

[ Part 1 — 2 — 3 — 4 — 5 — 6 – 7 — 8 ] The Final Doorway The payoff of going through the transition from the House of the Tribe to the House of Humanity is very large. If we can make it across the painful threshold from our small but formerly comfortable dwelling space into this new and grander place, we gain an entire fascinating WORLD of people. People to learn from, to visit, to photograph, to love, to sing to, to listen to, to argue with, to trade with, even to combine talents … [Read more...]

Earthman’s Journey – Part 7 (of 8)

[ Part 1 — 2 — 3 — 4 — 5 — 6 – 7 — 8 ] The Houses of Man (cont.) As you’ve probably already figured out, there are other steps in this bigger-house progression. At some point we discover the door to yet another Outside, and find that our original family home is only a small part of a bigger place – our neighborhood or culture. For want of a better name, call this dwelling place the House of the Tribe. Again, there’s an uncomfortable period of adaptation in settling-in to … [Read more...]

Earthman’s Journey – Part 6 (of 8)

[ Part 1 — 2 — 3 — 4 — 5 — 6 – 7 — 8 ] The Houses of Man Picture a house. Not a real house, but a kind of metaphor-house, the place where your inner life takes place. The rooms inside are furnished with your everyday thoughts, feelings and understandings. In this particular house, there are secret doors. People can tell you that they’re there, but you never believe them, because you can’t see the doors, or any hint of them. Picture every little boy who has stoutly declared … [Read more...]

Earthman’s Journey – Part 5 (of 8)

[ Part 1 — 2 — 3 — 4 — 5 — 6 – 7 — 8 ] Molly (cont.) This kind of thought wasn’t completely new for me – I confess I’d dwelt many times on the fortunes of other men, wistful and envious of the assets they enjoyed. “What would it be like to be him?” I had asked myself, him way up there with all that money, with a daddy who provides private airplanes and the family’s own airport, with new trucks and horses and jet skis and scuba diving lessons there for the … [Read more...]

Earthman’s Journey – Part 4 (of 8)

[ Part 1 — 2 — 3 — 4 — 5 — 6 – 7 — 8 ] Molly For eight years in my 20s and 30s, I was a draft horse teamster at a resort-town ranch, driving a two-up hitch of massive blond Belgians or coal-black Percherons, on a huge hay wagon for mid-summer meadow rides, or on big sleighs that would glide over the high-mountain snow on moonlit winter nights. Molly was one of the ranch dogs. She was no particular color – a little black, a little brown, a little gray, all mixed up in a dark … [Read more...]