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Tell it to the Mountain ∞


mtshasttrainI used to live at the base of Mt. Shasta and sometimes out there the mountain is all you have to tell it to. I used to rarely blog, but for now, you are my mountain.  From 3/24/2010
The other morning as I sat looking at the mountain thinking of the astronomical amount of uncertainty present in my life (seemingly at all times), in hopes that it would do what the mountain normally does… make most any problem seem inconsequentially small. Instead I received a question, a question of certainty and of those that “have it”.
There are many kinds of it, like the certainty that I have that if you step on my toe it will hurt, the certainty of the 5th pregnancy test, the final report card, missing the bus, quitting your job,and the certainty that one day we will die.
But then there is this other breed of certainty, and this is where things get a little hazy at times. Like the certainty that you lived before, or that there’s a place to go when your dead, or that the sun will come up tomorrow (cause you just never know.. do you), the certainty that you’re in good hands with all state, or what about the certainty that Jesus, Buddah or Muhammed existed or the certainty that any of them had some kind of special deal going, the certainty of how the world and/or universe was/is created, the certainty of purpose, certainty and its partners justified and rightousness. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not implying what anyone should or shouldn’t be certain of, I’m just trying to admit that these are just a few of the things that I’m uncertain of, in fact proudly so.
The feeling of uncertainty smells of fear, this fear creates a need for certainty, its security, comfort and solidity. Mt. Shasta is pretty darn solid, it’s been supposed to blow for over 20 years now, its totally solid and totally uncertain and yet I look to it for peace of mind….. and I find it, in the midst of uncertainty. So, with that I make this humble plea for uncertainty, to embrace it and get to know it for yourself and realize that its perfectly fine to be certain of your uncertainty, but most of all if you are not absolutely certain of something don’t pretend be.

In Awe of the Winter Solstice


Cold, stinging the hands and nose,

frost, delicately placed to disappear,

ice, slowly sealing in the spirits of water.

These are the tidings of a winter solstice.

Down to the reservoir to see…

on the shore, two young men,

speaking of scented oils,

speaking of a coming awakening.

As something watches me,

I creep behind a small fir,

listening, watching, breathing,

until they walk right by.

Out on the soft ripples my gaze,

dance between the trees and sky,

follow a flock north-east to the Mount,

wider yet, to let in still morning awe.

I imagine how the river used to be,

much lower it would have been.

I imagine the dam gone,

so that the salmon did spawn again.

Back up to the surface, to now,

there is a co-motion, the geese

in clans paddling for middle ground,

there is one, flying all around.

Diving ballet, defying the water,

with a white tail, this is no fowl play.

Truly, a bald eagle, a shepherd,

a trickster, a laughing dancer.

It dives among the factions of geese,

not one of either dare go aloft,

but rather scuttle on the surface,

honking this way, and honking that.

Again and again the eagle,

one flock up & around to the other

it taunts with no remorse.

Playfully, now ears hear it laughing.

moving the flocks in circles,

choreography undefined and definite.

it begins to bore of those

that don’t dare, take flight.

Eagle flies just over the water,

away, leaving the two flocks

to vie and paddle as they may.

Eagle fly with the wind, north-east to the Mount.