“The next message you need is always right where you are.”
— Ram Dass
It has been a year since I moved out of the Kaloko Cloud Forest to the small town of Holualoa where I am now. I’ve shared stories of day trips and places I’ve been but neglectful to show you the place where I rest and my own backyard. My inspirations root. Where I spend my days. It’s just a pictorial illusion but you can be here now.
“Be Here Now” is a 1971 book on spirituality, yoga and meditation by the Western born yogi and spiritual teacher Ram Dass. Forty years ago the book was the third-ranked best seller in the English language and became a unique manifesto for a generation of baby-boomers, hippies, psychedelic devotees and spiritual seekers. Somewhere at the Lower Farm there is an old and worn copy sitting on a bookshelf in memorium. I have been keeping the teachings of Ram Dass in mind lately and have included a number of his quotes for this post while I show you the neighborhood.
View of Kailua-Kona, HI From My Back Lanai. The path that led me to here was not straight or well trodden and not always clear. It was not paved or well planned but I have done my best to stay on the path that I started walking so many years ago. I am grateful to be here now.
“Early in this journey you wonder how long the journey will take and whether you will make it in this lifetime. Later you will see that where you are going is HERE and you will arrive NOW…so stop asking.” – Ram Dass. Continue reading
Beauty of Bee Hives.
Through the ages artists painting scenes of rural life give reference to the association of humans and honey bees. Apiaries and domestic bee keeping can be traced back to the time of the pharaohs in Egypt and the use of honey for food and medicinal use has been well documented for centuries. Apiaries in art shows the relationship of man and nature in a peaceful co-existent way.
Simpler yes but no more time.
In this crowded hive of humming buzzing humanity that is today’s society it is not uncommon to hear people express a longing for life in a simpler era.
South Park, Colorado
Quite often this yearning for the past is simply a wish for less demand on our time. There is a general misconception that in years past there was somehow more time at hand, personal time. There was not. Then as now you get up in the morning, commit to 8 or 12 hours of work of some kind, take care of necessaries, seek a little relaxation and go to bed. 100 years ago life was simpler in some aspects and less complex but people had to interact more directly with the environment for heating the home, hauling water or feeding livestock as they did not have the ‘time saving conveniences’ that we enjoy today. Continue reading
To those kind friends and followers of Earth Stone Station I’d like to explain my sudden disappearance and lack of communication over the past few months.
For two years I kept a promise to myself to follow through and write something every week. The original intent for the blog was to promote sustainability and the Lower Farm, my property in New Mexico. Those ideas shifted a bit as writing progressed and considering the fact that I am now living/working on the Big Island of Hawaii in a different environment than my home in the southwest. What I was able to write about pertained to ideas, thoughts and adventures that might bring awareness to the beauty of the Earth. As you all know keeping up with a blog can be time consuming and no matter how much passion one has, self imposed deadlines can induce stress.
I started to question the quality and impact of my efforts towards writing. My concentration was on research and the task, I was losing sight of the Art. My intellectual hobby which brought in no additional income had become demanding of time that might be spent at other pursuits. Perhaps I would reduce the writing to twice a month I thought. Take a break. That is not what happened though.
Chemotherapy. Earlier in the year I had surgery on my lower intestines. The operation was minor, although it was my first invasive procedure ever. As a precaution the oncologist recommended Chemotherapy treatment. I complied. The six month end is now in sight. I am grateful for the good health I’ve enjoyed throughout my life, however the past few months have been horrid with the side effects of chemo. Never have I felt so ill. Any interest I had in anything was gone. Television news and politics became an engaging escape while I spent hours on the sofa. Apathy and procrastination were other side effects of chemotherapy to deal with. Today I feel better.
I have another couple rounds of treatment scheduled and then I can concentrate on the recovery of mind, body and spirit. Become balanced again. I look forward to that. My creative muse has been absent for too long. Today I feel better and at last find pleasure in sitting with a keyboard in hand. My goal for now is to keep it simple, go through some photographs of last years excursions and get back to writing about our world and the beauty of the Earth. I’ve got a couple things in the works and will be posting soon.
To all of the readers around the globe…Aloha. I thank you all for the support you have shown over the past few years in your comments and by following my attempts to bring awareness and respect for all species. I am humbled to be in such talent and company as yourselves. Best regards. I’ll be with you soon.
A DIY Childhood
Halloween was a lot different back in the 1950s. For one thing folks used to give out a full size candy bar, not these 1/4 size treats you see today.
That’s not what I really remember though. What I remember most about Halloween was the planning. Planning on what to be. Talking over the ideas and options with your best friend on afternoons after school. Costumes were not purchased in those days but created. Rummaging around in the attic for some odd looking clothing or down in the basement painting cardboard and cutting out paper bags for instance. I wish I had a photograph of the year my friend and I made ourselves up as robots with tubular arms and legs of cardboard wrapped in tin foil and a cylindrical head with wire coils and springs. Sometimes it would take a mothers skill at the sewing machine. I can still picture my little sister in her bright orange gypsy skirt and blouse with zigzag bric a brac, a bright kerchief tied round her head. The point is it kept us busy for weeks ahead with thinking of ideas, planning, hunting around for props, designing, constructing, making mistakes and starting over, seeing your inspiration take form. The anticipation would build over the weeks not so much for the treats we could collect but to see the reaction on faces of neighbors and friends that special October evening well after dark. It was all a creative endeavor back then. The black construction paper bats we would cut out, the little ghosts made from scraps of cloth from an old pillow case, stuffing a shirt and trousers with Autumn leaves to make a mannikin. Carving a real jack-o-lantern.
Putting on a costume and adopting a different persona is and has always been fun. I just wonder if it has any meaning or lessons learned for children today when Mom takes them to the local Megalomart to choose a Chinese ready made outfit and plastic pumpkin to haul their loot. Maybe developing creative skills and building memories is old fashioned. Like I said Halloween was a lot different back in the 1950s. Consumerism wasn’t a life style then and living was more a hands on affair.
Happy Trails, Dohn