Mike’s Writings III

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Welcome back.  As with my last writings post, I’m going to dip into my ‘Future Me‘ archives.  The following contains an excerpt from a book by Melody Lawson, and an interview between Chris Atwood and Shore Slocum.  It also contains more of my random mental wanderings.  It’s funny, but since Marcia and I started this blog, I haven’t had much time to do any ‘writing’ of my own!  😉

Love,
Mike.

P.S.  I wrote before about how I came to share my writings with the world at large.  I was reminded the other day about this quote from ‘The Gospel of Thomas’:

“If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”

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End? Who was I kidding?

What are meanderings except aimless wanderings of body or thought? Today we’ll meander through a few of the thoughts surfacing in various forms in this brain and life experience that is me. Let’s see where it takes us, shall we?

In addition to the joy of starting my day with this delightful man, my husband Mike – the other half of M&M’s Musings – I also woke up to a lovely message from Abraham:

You are all perfect and expanding; you are all adored and worthy; you are all here having your exposure to experiences and doing the best that you can from where you are. You have not been sent here in a test or trial; you’re here as creators as part of an expanding Universe.

Excerpted from the workshop in Fort Collins, CO on Saturday, June 19th, 2004 #288

Don’t you love it when you awake with positive thoughts running through your head and heart and starting your day off on a natural high? I certainly do!

Remember my post called Journey’s End? (If you’ve not read it yet, check it out here.) I spoke about the completion of my Nanowrimo experience. End? Who was I kidding? The intense and focused attention to writing that consumed me during the month of November has shifted to the even more intense editing and rewriting. What began as the first 3 tentative chapters of a novel have been replaced by a Prologue and 4 chapters of sound text. Am I pleased? Yes! Are these chapters complete? Not at all!

What I’m working on now is considered the second draft – the original writings being the first. I’ve been advised there may be a 3rd, 4th, 5th +++ drafts. Yet the excitement continues for me as this 2nd draft is adding meat to what was a thin skeleton of ideas and storyline that I jotted down in a hurry to fill up the required 50,000 words of some form.

Now, having met that initial goal, I find myself truly look forward to spending quality time with my characters. They’re telling me more about their pasts. They’re sharing the personal development that has brought them to where they find themselves in the context of the story we’ve chosen for them. There is a richness here I had never expected. And when I think I’ve been enriched beyond measure, well, they up the ante and there is more and more to be found – new surprises each and every day that I commit to sitting at my computer, challenging my brain, my fingers and my imagination to reveal the best of what we – these characters and I – can all pull together.

My life is full. It is rich. I am loved and I have the blessing of being able to give love in return.

In Light & Laughter & Love,

Marcia

He Says, She Says…

Hi Folks:

This week’s ‘He Says, She Says’ was inspired by the following quote from Abraham.

“Just let go of the incessant description of where you are, and start telling the story differently. Start telling a story that feels more downstream to you. And how do you know what’s downstream and what’s upstream? You can tell by the pressure against you.” … Abraham-Hicks

Keeping that in mind, we thought we’d share our thoughts on ‘The Stories I Tell Myself…’

Follow these links to read what He Says/She Says: Marcia’s View / Mike’s View

Mike’s Writings II

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Welcome back.  As with my last writings post, I’m going to dip into my ‘Future Me‘ archives.  The following contains some great quotes from others that really made a difference for me…

Love,
Mike.
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Poetry Corner

Poetry Corner:
Each Wednesday of the week Mike & I shall choose a poet to honour, a poem that inspires us or may even share one of our own poetic creations.
Today’s poetry dedication is to one of my very favourite poets – Mattie Stepanek, the young boy who died at the age of 14 having inspired millions of people with his personal Heart Songs – encouraging each of us to find and sing our own. Mattie was one of Oprah’s dearest guests, having appeared on her show several times over the course of his short life.
Today I honour Mattie J.T. Stepanek
Crystal Celebration
ritten in December 1996
Printed in his book
Journey Through Heartsongs
By Mattie J.T.Stepanek
And be sure to check out Jeni Stepanek’s (Mattie’s mother) website: http://www.mattieonline.com/ as she continues her son’s legacy and, in turn, travels her own journey to healing.

Poetry Corner:

Each Wednesday of the week Mike & I shall choose a poet to honour, a poem that inspires us or may even share one of our own poetic creations.

Today’s poetry dedication is to one of my very favourite poets – Mattie Stepanek, the young boy who died at the age of 14 having inspired millions of people with his personal Heart Songs – encouraging each of us to find and sing our own. Mattie was one of Oprah’s dearest guests, having appeared on her show several times over the course of his short life.

Today I honour Mattie J.T. Stepanek with one of his own poems:

Crystal Celebration

Sometimes,
Sunrise is like a heavenly crystal ball.
Everyday,
In the little bit of time between night and day,
The Angels look at the earth
To see how things have been and
To see how things are going and
To see how things will be.
The sky changes from dark
Into Angel-whites and Angel-golds.
The blackness of trees starts to glow with
Pinks and purples and oranges from their hearts.
And during each dawn,
All the Angels gather up and have
A celebration in God’s honor!
And sometimes,
You can even watch
And join them in the celebrating.
Just look out into the sunrise,
Then jump into your own heart,
Float into the air like in a dream,
And pray with love and praise and thank-yous
For your life, for your spirit, for your sunrise…
And for being a part of this heavenly crystal ball!

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Written in December 1996

Printed in his book

Journey Through Heartsongs

By Mattie J.T.Stepanek

And be sure to check out Jeni Stepanek’s (Mattie’s mother) website: http://www.mattieonline.com/ as she continues her son’s legacy and, in turn, travels her own journey to healing.

In Light & Laughter & with the deepest appreciation to Mattie,

Marcia

Mike’s Writings

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As it happens, my writings for the past couple of months have been rather disjointed, and until I have time to rope them into line I’m not going to share them with anybody.  However, in one of my first blog posts I mentioned a site called ‘Future Me‘, that I appreciate greatly and use quite regularly.  I’ve recently received some ‘Future Me’ posts from last year, so I thought maybe I’d start with those.  Sometimes I look back on what I wrote a year ago and realize how far I’ve come on certain topics, and other times I find I’m still looking at the same things, albeit perhaps from a different perspective.

Without further ado, here are some of my writings from last year…

Love,
Mike.
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Telling Tales

Hi Folks:

As a writer and a storyteller, I love stories. Over the centuries stories and songs have fulfilled many roles, from entertainment, education and enlightenment to geography, history, genealogy… even becoming a central core of a People. For example, the People from the Trobriand Islands can sing back nearly 200 generations of their history. I was at a conference years ago and one of the speakers was an elder who spoke about ‘ownership’ of stories, and that it was necessary to have permission from the story’s owner before one could tell them. For my part, I respectfully disagree. Stories must be told, must be shared to be kept alive.

This story remains one of my favourites. It was told to us by a man who approached us after a talk given by Dr. David Suzuki. I trust he won’t mind my sharing it with you, although I must say that I’m writing this out from memory and any errors are mine alone. For the sake of privacy I’ll call the gentleman who shared this story with us just W.

This story happened in northern Ontario, in a town named Cochrane. I’ve been to Cochrane a few times, even did a little work up there. One of its claims to fame is that it’s the southern terminus of the ‘Polar Bear Express‘, a train that runs north up to Moosonee and Moose Factory, near the shores of James Bay. It’s also the home of the Cochrane Polar Bear Habitat and Heritage Village.

Anyway, the story begins when W. was a boy growing up in the Cochrane area. Like many other boys he loved nature and spent half his time hanging out on the Reserve or wandering around the woods. When he grew up he went south to university and work, but at the time of this story he was back up in Cochrane acting as liaison on behalf of the local band. Cochrane has a half dozen hotels now, but there was a time there was only one, and he was staying there. One day he looked out the restaurant window and saw a large U-Haul truck, packed to the gills, stuff tied on the roof… ‘Just someone passing through’, he thought. The next morning the truck was still there. At dinner it was still there, and the following morning it was still there. He also came to associate this truck with a woman who was sitting alone in the restaurant. Finally the restaurant manager came over to him and said, “You speak city, go and talk to her.” So he did.

Turned out she was from New York state originally. Her husband had passed away suddenly and she found herself alone. She had a friend who lived out on an island off BC’s coast, and her friend suggested that since there was nothing keeping her in New York, she should pack up and move to BC to be with her friend. Well, she made it as far as Cochrane, but now she was stuck.

Before I go any further with this story I should explain that Cochrane is situated along Hwy 11 in northern Ontario, and the highway on both sides is rimmed by endless miles of black spruce forest. It’s an amazing ecosystem, but to the uninitiated it looks like one mile is the same as the next and the next and… And well, she got to Cochrane and she froze. She couldn’t go forward, and she couldn’t go back. “What would happen if I broke down on the highway?” she asked. “This is northern Ontario” was the reply. “If you break down the first vehicle to come by is going to stop and ask you what you need – food, a place to sleep, a tow truck, blankets, some gas… whatever.” “What if I got attacked?” she asked. “This Is Northern Ontario!” came the warm reply again. “People look out for each other up here.” “And all these people keep coming up and talking to me!” she said next. “This is northern Ontario… ” “Look”, he said. “You see the trees out behind the hotel?” “Yes.” “Okay, this is what I want you to do.” I want you to walk back there, not too far – stay within sight of the hotel – but walk back into the forest a bit, find a place where you feel comfortable, then sit. After you’ve sat there for a while and you’re feeling relaxed, I want you to pick out a tree that you like and I want you to give it a hug. And don’t let go until it hugs you back.”

Well, after giving it a moment’s consideration she got up and left, taking a walk toward the trees behind the hotel. She was gone an hour, two hours, three hours… and W. figured either she was doing okay or she was lost, but either way it would work out alright.

The next morning when he got up there was a hotel envelope slipped under the door of his hotel room. He opened it up and all the note said was, “It hugged me back.” And she was gone.

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Thanks to W. for sharing this story with us! If you drop by here sometime, you can check out the ‘Our Stories‘ section and from time to time I’ll post some of my own experiences.

Love,
Mike.

He Says, She Says…

She Says…

The month of November introduced much that was new into my – our – life. I took on the challenge of, and exceeded, my own expectations with Nanowrimo (http://nanowrimo.org) writing a 52,885 word novel in a mere 28 days.

During this same time, Mike and I opened up our personal writings to the blogging world through https://www.wolfnowl.com

As a result of the emergence of our skills and talents to the public at large, if you will, the topic of copyright surfaced in our conversations. We, Mike and I, have differing views on the subject. It is because of this difference that we chose to tackle the subject through this newest blog idea:

He Says/She Says.

Please come back each Sunday to read up on whatever topic might have triggered our latest discussions during a given week. Sometimes we’ll have similar views. Other times…well, we’ll let you decide!

In Light & Laughter, Marcia

He Says…

Since everyone has their own perceptions of, well, everything, we thought that once a week we’d post our views on the same topic – two different points of view on the same subject. I thought I’d start with:

The Perception Wheel

Our first understandings of the perception wheel came from the book ‘Seven Arrows‘ by Hyemeyohsts Storm. A shortened version of the story is here:

Imagine a circle with four people around it. We’ll call them A, B, C, D but you may substitute any four names you like. In the middle of this circle we’ll place an arrow.

Perception WheelNow person A looks at this arrow and, being a reasonably intelligent person, thinks to himself, “That arrow is coming toward me.” Person B looks at that arrow and, being a reasonably intelligent person, thinks to herself, “That arrow is going from left to right.” Person C looks at that arrow and, being a reasonably intelligent person, thinks to himself, “That arrow is going away from me.” And person D looks at that arrow and, being a reasonably intelligent person, thinks to herself, “That arrow is going from right to left.”  But they’re all looking at the same arrow. Now if we remove the arrow and replace it with an idea, a concept, a Way of being, an understanding, a religion or a government, and if, instead of four people we have a thousand or six billion, we can see that everyone will see things from their own unique perspective.

There are two ways to deal with this. The first is to say, “Well, this is my circle and my arrow and you have to see the arrow the way I do or I’m going to take my arrow and go home.” That’s possible, happens all the time, but it’s also very limiting in terms of what can be learned from it. The other way is to say, “Well, I don’t see the arrow that way, but I understand that you do. Perhaps if we work together we can reach a new understanding that is common to both or all of us.” Understanding the perception wheel is the foundation for teaching and for sharing.

Mike.

Follow these links to read what He Says/She Says on Copyright: Marcia’s View / Mike’s View

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December 26, 2009
Update: Read Seth Godin’s view, here.

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The Tao of Pooh

Apparently one of the world’s greatest Taoist masters is A.A.Milne’s Winnie the Pooh. Here is one of my favourite passages from The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff

“Those who do things by the Pooh Way find this sort of thing happening to them all the time. It’s hard to explain, except by example, but it works. Things just happen in the right way, at the right time. At least they do when you let them, when you work with circumstances instead of saying, “This isn’t supposed to be happening this way,” and trying hard to make it happen some other way. If you’re in tune with The Way Things Work, then they work the way they need to, no matter what you may think about it at the time. Later on you can look back and say, “Oh, now I understand. That had to happen so that those could happen, and those had to happen in order for this to happen….” Then you realize that even if you’d tried to make it all turn out perfectly, you couldn’t have done better, and if you’d really tried, you would have made a mess of the whole thing.”

May you have a Pooh-fectly wonderful day – allowing all to unfold in its own way.  Dream and let the results – the method and the how’s of its becoming – happen the Pooh Way.

In Light & Laughter,

Marcia

Plastic Salmon

Hi Folks:

I wandered off to the grocery store today, and as is my wont, decided to take a shortcut. Now to me, a shortcut is something that takes a fifteen minute walk and turns it into two hours or so. Sometimes longer. Fortunately Marcia is a very wise and patient woman; she knows this about me and loves me anyway.  I can still use “I’m new to the area and got lost” as my backup excuse, but that’s not usually necessary.  Never works anyway… mostly because I never get lost.  As Tom Brown, Jr. says, “You’re only lost if you’ve got a place to go and a time to be there.  Otherwise you’re just wherever you are.”  And so off I go.

Most human-created trails are anywhere from 1 to 4 metres wide, and to me that’s not a trail, that’s a superhighway.  When I see a sign that says ‘Please stay on the trail’, I figure deer trails, rabbit trails, and sometimes even mouse tracks qualify.  It’s a dance that the woods and I have.  The trees are always glad to see me, although they do sometimes get over playful.  Can’t count the number of times Marcia has pulled cedar fronds from my hair.  Then there are the hat-eating trees, but that’s another story.  Anyway, I digress.

I was wandering along this trail I found near Colquitz Creek, and looking for the eagles I was told had moved into the area, but it was getting late in the day and the eagles either haven’t yet arrived or had moved off for the day.  When I got down to the creek the first thing I noticed were the bits of plastic bag stuck in the branches:

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This image was shot at a really high ISO and certainly isn’t going to win any awards, but you get the idea.  As I got closer I noticed what appeared to be a bag in the stream itself, stuck to a branch:

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Again, the file quality isn’t so high…  I stood there shaking my head for a moment, watching the stream tugging at the bag, but as I watched it I also noticed it was moving too rhythmically, as though the bag was too hydrodynamic.  That’s when I realized it wasn’t a shopping bag after all, but the underside of a salmon carcass, caught by the gill flap.  You can’t see it very well from the image, but I’m a biologist type person so you can take my word for it.  No, I’m  not going to go on about the huge amounts of plastic floating around the waterways of the world.  There are many, many other sites that describe this issue, and so I’ll leave it to them.  What I want to talk about is the salmon forest.

It’s something that scientists have only figured out in recent years, but it’s a fascinating cycle in itself.  Pacific salmon, as most people know, are anadromous.  Maybe you haven’t heard that word before, but my grandmother said it’s important to learn one new word every day, so there you go.  You can compare it to catadromous if you like, or you can hold that one until tomorrow!  Basically, anadromous fish are those that are born in fresh water, but then move out to the ocean to live their lives.  In the case of the Pacific salmon, they navigate the ocean currents for four to seven years or so before returning to their home streams to spawn and die.  Not all of them make it to the spawning grounds, but they all die just the same.  Some of them are eaten by bears, wolves, eagles, ravens and gulls, some of the leftovers provide food for mice and shrews, and as the salmon decompose they become hatching places for flies, for fungi and many other species.  And as their bodies return to the earth, they provide nutrients to the forest around them.  Carbon, nitrogen and other compounds from the salmon are taken up by roots and become bound up in the fibres of the trees and other plants.  As they grow, these plants help to regulate the water cycle of the streams, provide shade to keep the waters cool and so on.  It’s an amazing cycle of life and death.  Humans are part of that cycle too, both in the salmon that we take for food (whether personally or commercially), but moreso in how we care for the streams, the rivers and the oceans that the salmon call home.  It’s our home too, after all.  BTW, if you’re not that intrigued by scientific research papers, you might want to have your kids read to you from ‘Salmon Forest‘ by Dr. David Suzuki and Sarah Ellis.  Highly recommended, and don’t be surprised if your kids know more than you do.  Children are like that.

So, I struck out with the eagles today, but I found lots to see just the same.  I’m still learning my way around here, both in this city and in this part of the coastal rainforest.  So many new plants and animals for me to learn.  I won’t try listing all of the plants; aside from a few canines the only other mammal I saw was a single gray squirrel (have you ever tried singing to red squirrels?  Do it right and they’ll actually get quiet and close their eyes for a moment – then they catch themselves at it and get all upset!)  Birds there were aplenty though.  I saw several flocks of Black-capped Chickadees, and a couple of squadrons of Golden-crowned Kinglets.  Their little voices are so quiet!  I came across two Rufous-sided Towhees, a bird I’d never seen before except in photographs.  Their call reminds me of the Gray Catbird from out east, although I’m sure they’d disagree.  As I was walking along I saw two groups of trumpeter swans going north, about 16 or 17 in total, and about 40 Double-crested Cormorants going south.  Either they dislike each other’s company or each group thought they knew something the other didn’t.

By the time I was heading back it was full dark and the Grandmother was hanging bright and beautiful in the sky again.

Grandmother Moon

Grandmother Moon

There was a wonderful halo around her that got me thinking about a story from the People about a time when the moon was kept in a box in the lodge of a man and his daughter and how raven managed to steal it and put it back in the sky.  I made a fractal once that reminded me of that story…

Raven Steals the Moon

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The moon will be full for another day or so… if you get a chance, go out and say hello to her!  I know she’ll appreciate it.

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Love, Mike.