Taken at dusk near Santa Cruz, Guanacaste, Costa Rica:
Aimless ruminations, mercurial cogitations and other random musings of a singular sapien. For Zechariah-Bumblebee & Miranda-Panda: may you always know peace, love and joy.

Friday, December 01, 2017
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Tuesday, October 31, 2017
I was watching a live feed of Times Square, while listening to the drumbeat of mass-shootings, hurricanes, missile tests, earthquakes, riots, wildfires, refugees... I was struck by a sobering thought:
I don't know whether or not there will still be people there in one hundred years - sadly, it seems increasingly likely that there will not.
If there are, I don't know what they will be thinking, but I do know what they will not be thinking: they will not be thinking about the next smartphone upgrade, they will not be thinking about their portfolios or their vacation homes, they will not be thinking about their luxury cars, 'alternative facts' or whose lives matter.
If people can not get past materialism, ideology and fear then the future will be one in which there will no longer be people.
If the world is to be saved it will not be saved by programs or policies or laws, it will be saved by changed minds, and populated by those who are intuitively aware of the interconnectedness and interdependency of all things - that the world is sacred and that we belong to that world.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Civilization is Scary...
When I first came to the jungle, I was so creeped-out by all the critters and bugs and random poisonous monsters that I slept with a Rambo knife and a big stick for several weeks; and if I had to walk through the thick bush. I wore heavy boots with jeans tucked in at the ankles. Going into the jungle made me nervous.
Today I walk through the bush barefoot, barely dressed in Tarzan-chic and think of the critters as my brothers and sisters. I will lie down for a nap on the ground almost anywhere and I find that leaving the warm, nurturing, protective blanket of the jungle makes me nervous - I think I've become human?
Today I walk through the bush barefoot, barely dressed in Tarzan-chic and think of the critters as my brothers and sisters. I will lie down for a nap on the ground almost anywhere and I find that leaving the warm, nurturing, protective blanket of the jungle makes me nervous - I think I've become human?
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