Wednesday, July 27, 2016

"Adventurers Both Climb And Move Mountains..."

"Simple can be harder than complex, You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple.
But it's worth it in the end, because once you get there, you can move mountains...".   S. Jobs

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

"Farther Importance..."

"What you do on your own scale for your own soul is all that matters... Walking skillfully along the top of the world we may receive a priceless vista of our lives and that which is truly important to us...".  J. Salz

"Far More Important..."

"That first flash of imagination, those first, simple ideas of the mountains - perfect snow pyramids, glistening with sunlight in rarified air. That is the true form of these mountains; not only their physical manifestations, but their metaphysical truths...
It is the thing not seen, known only by its effects.
Untraceable on maps, but far more important.
Like clouds, like love, like gravity...".   J. Auld

Monday, July 25, 2016

"Rick McCharles Of 'Best Hike'..."

Our very good friend Rick McCharles continues this year to 'Adventure the World Over'. 
He is followed by a great many on 'Best Hike', where he informs and invites us to follow along in each others boot steps, whether by foot, bike, or in spirit.
Rick is an inspiration. Recently he passed forward a little smile tucked into one of my favorite trees, the Arbutus, alongside a trail he was journeying upon.
That had me smiling as well! 
Thanks Rick! And those little cobblestones are making their own journey for you as well.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

"Of Journeys..."

"Our world is not only discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but also by a very personal spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home. It is a journey we can make only by the acceptance of mystery...".  W. Berry

"Your Little Stone's Journey..."

Often when painting these small rocks.
While listening to the birds or the wind in nearby trees, and sometimes to specifically selected music.
I will choose my next stone.Admire it closely, and turn it over as I decide upon its best surface.
They are such an enduring, unique medium for my simple form of Naive art...
As I gaze over the three dimensional surface I can sense its character. 
The tiny ridges, crystals, and cracks, that form a small world of their own, with all the elements of wild lands themselves.
I enjoy them much like the Ancients would a Scholar Rock.
I can, at times, lose myself, in running my fingers along and travelling over a stones' face.
Often can I recall too what adventure I was on when this particular rock was gathered up.
My friends chuckle about how my pack or kayak is usually very much heavier coming back than when going out.
Then, as I begin this special process the same unanswerable question develops as a thought in my mind. 
"Where will you end up little stone...?" "You have come such a long way", I muse, and are now undergoing a transformation of sorts.
Much as I have over these last decades of adventure in the wild places, in slowly gaining an awareness of the importance of giving back.
Although I know I have no control over who will find these, I do wonder about that moment in time, place, and activity.
Will they see this as an intrusion in their adventure day.
Or will they accept this small gift, and take it away, in the spirit in which it was gathered, painted, mused over, and later placed.
The locations these stones are returned to are usually not as wild as where they were originally found.
The vast majority are placed where a human presence has already been long established.
While I understand people will make what they will of them, I hope as I begin to slowly paint, that the 'Finders' just may reflect for a moment upon this little stones' journey. 
Why someone would do this.
And just maybe they might consider for a moment then, what they themselves may choose to give back & pass forward.
Then this little stones' journey really has no end.....  DSD  

Saturday, July 23, 2016

"Of Wonder And Wandering..."

"Gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder...".    G.K. Chesterton

It's not that there wasn't an objective in mind for that mountain scramble day. 
It isn't that I hadn't chosen certain goals to attain up there, from gaining that height, traversing those ridges, and making my way through those very challenging rock bands. 
Yet I had also intentionally decided upon a more subtle focus, a quieter way of being, even in the midst of this fully committed climbing adventure. 
Thus, I also wanted it to be a day of wonder...
For such mindful journeys out there - of the body, mind, and spirit too, open us up to so many other levels of experiences, different epiphanies, surprising, remarkable, even strange and puzzling marvels.
It's not that the objectives weren't important, but it was a matter of putting the goals into perspective: Yes to perform but also to attend; certainly to push yet also to allow. 
Of course this all would require effort - but of another gentler kind as well...
I believe when we are aware of wandering in this way, we return to our beginnings, to the origins of why we do what we do out there, to those primal elemental sources that called to us in the very first place. 
It is not that we are ignoring our goals and expectations; rather we are adventuring a bit beyond them.
So, that day I must have gently reminded myself a hundred times (like with the simple returning to the mantra of a meditation): 'I wonder...', 'I wonder...', I said about what was coming next, over what I would really see, then feel, and eventually embrace and remember.
I long wondered what the next unfolding step would reveal. Then pondered what wonderous things would show themselves from within that beautiful alpenglow, and from above those engaging cliff bands. 
I long wondered, and longer wandered, very much beyond those initial objectives, and became further filled with so much more..... DSD 
My gratitude for sharing your wandering images my Friends.

Friday, July 22, 2016

"In The Company Of Others..."

“We make our journey in the company of others; the deer, the rabbit, the bison, and the quail walk before us, and the lion, the eagle, the wolf, the vulture, and the hyena walk behind us. All our paths lay together... None is wider than any other or favored above any other. The worm that creeps beneath your foot is making its journey as surely as you are.”  D. Quinn

"For Fur, Feathers, And Fins Friday's..."

“How monotonous our speaking becomes when we speak only to ourselves! And how insulting to the other beings – to foraging black bears and twisted old cypresses – that no longer sense us talking to them, but only about them, as though they were not present in our world…Small wonder that rivers and forests no longer compel our focus or our fierce devotion. For we walk about such entities only behind their backs, as though they were not participant in our lives. Yet if we no longer call out to the moon slipping between the clouds, or whisper to the spider setting the silken struts of her web, well, then the numerous powers of this world will no longer address us – and if they still try, we will not likely hear them.”                D. Abram

Thursday, July 21, 2016


Arete. A ridge-like feature or a sharp outward facing corner on very steep rock.

Arete.  The qualities of excellence and character.

Two words. Nouns and verbs. Many meanings, Especially for those who adventure...   DSD