Southward Sinking Sun

How it seems summer does fly! The plums came in, the peaches and the corn all have come in, and the strawberries and tomatoes and blackberries and apples keep on producing. The grapes will be in soon enough, and apples will be getting bigger and sweeter. It’s good to be back on a space of the Earth that abounds with fruits to eat. May we all endeavor to so surround our lives with living gifts from the Creator.

I got a ride back from Portland last night from a dude named Gary, who had enough tales of adventure and travel and spiritual growth to fill our entire 5 hour ride. Originally from Germany, Gary came here when he was a young man, on a whim, with the aim to stay a while and see what was what. He arrived in LA, but moved all around the country, staying in places for a month, three months, a year, whatever. He got involved with this thing called the Longest Walk, an eclectic bunch of journeyers treking across the US on foot. Japanese Buddhist monks, Native Americans, hippies, and international explorers all hiking along, twenty miles a day, San Francisco to New York, San Fran to New Orleans, to Chicago… it sounded fascinating. Gary had all sorts of stories of things that he experienced on these six month long hikes. Once he fasted for three days without water and food and had a vision of another realm, at which point he was guided out of his fast and been cleansed with a flush of saltwater. It reminded me of the nine day fast I had done back when I first came back out here from Texas. There’s nothing like a good gut cleanse! But three and half days without water, while walking twenty miles a day? Hard to fathom.

Now, back from another trip to visit family, I settle back into life out here at Shambhala. The story is getting so rich that I can’t even begin to think about how I’ll present it, but I’m socking away every detail, and it’s a trip just to think back on it all. And it’s only getting more interesting now. Much to be announced, whenever I get around to that. I know it’s been an incredibly long time since I posted anything new up here, but that’s just been because it’s all coming at once, and I’m really in the zone riding on this cresting wave. You always tell yourself, when you’re out there beyond the break, waiting for a good wave to ride, that you’re getting tired and you’ll just ride the next one you catch all the way in and call it a day. But then… right as you get the roll tumbling along behind you and you zip across the surface of the ocean, you get so excited by the feeling that you immediately begin swimming back out as soon as you hit the water again.

Anyway, I’m back to my routine here, taking care of our gardens and making considerations for winter. It’s an ongoing struggle to fund the various things that need to happen, so I’m just doing what I always do - scrimp along and pick up whatever work can be found. But I’m certainly not sacrificing anything as far as my personal standard of living. All of funding currently goes towards eating, which is more costly than it used to be back in the days when I was careless with my health. My living foods diet involves lots of nuts and avocados and frequent restockings of vegetables and fruits. It will be a lot easier to live this way once I am surrounded by the garden domain of my own design, producing all that I love in an ever turning cycle of seasons. For now, it’s the coop, and it’s expensive. But a man who wishes for his body to be a temple must have certain standards about what he allows in.

My time in Louisville was grand. It was wonderful to see everyone, and Callie, my sister’s baby, was quite the attraction. I got to see relatives I haven’t seen in some time, and we had one big fancy table full of great food after another. We played cornhole, a bean bag (or corn bag) tossing game in the backyard, and we took walks down by the spring in the backyard. We also went to the Kentucky State Fair, where we saw the usual fair stuff, with some fun ag stuff like hay and prize produce, dairy vendors and pigs and sheep and cows and the whole durn farm. We skipped the rides, and the concessions, but we saw some amazing acrobats doing a little show, and a dog jumping show that most entiertaining.

Life is moving along in a most exciting series of events. I’ll tell all about it sometime. But for now, I hope everyone is ready for a wild ride, because things are about to get interesting all over this country! Until then…

Published by McCool on September 3rd, 2009 Tagged News

One Response to “Southward Sinking Sun”

willis reed. Says:
September 5th, 2009 at 8:31 am
mccool. i met you in the park in portland. last november. nice to see your alive and well.

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