Happiness is making it to print…

Today, Encyclopedia Britannica announced they will no longer be printing their collective set of resource books. It saddened me to think that something that was such a powerful part of my adolescence would soon be a thing of the past. Encyclopedias will not disappear; they will just be available online. It would seem that printing a resource book has become archaic. It seems like all book publishing may soon be archaic.

As a wannabe writer, that sort of scares me. What am I writing for if I can never hope to be published? It’s easy to get something published on the internet – I do it almost every day. But it’s an entirely different matter to have someone invest time, money and energy to put your words on an actual printed page. Nonetheless, I keep writing.

Poolside in Palm Springs

That being said, I also continue snapping photos and I’m glad to report that I will soon be a published photographer. My photo, Poolside in Palm Springs, will be among the travel and tourism images in this year’s California Travel Guide. I thought I’d be a published writer before becoming a published photographer but I’ll take it.

So Kudos to me…  at least I’ll have a printed credit before paper actually becomes obsolete.

A Walk around the Block or a Canyon Hike?

A few years ago I purchased Julia Cameron’s book, Walking in this World: The Practical Art of Creativity, but never read a page. From what I understand, Cameron not only writes about the benefits of walking but she also provides step-by-step instructions on how to use a walk to better one’s creative process. At least, I think that’s what the book is about.

I’ve tried to read it but can’t get beyond the cover page and truth be told, I am fascinated by her other book, The Artist’s Way. I’ve read that book three times and with each re-read, I get more and more out of it. So why is it that I cannot sit down and read the walking book?

Actually, every time I sit down to begin, I decide to walk instead. Having never read a word, the book has motivated me to take many a walk. It is the quiet of those walks that has inspired many a creative thought and I have come to enjoy my morning outings tremendously.

I, however, do not live in an average neighborhood. Living in the rural desert poses some hazards to a morning walk ritual. A walk around my block does not involve intersections, sidewalks or even other houses for that matter. I walk down dirt roads that head to nowhere that are rarely travelled by other human beings. For that, I love living in Sky Valley.

What is defined as a neighborhood walk for me is technically a hike for many of my urban-dwelling peers. My hour long walk involves being prepared for rattlesnake encounters, coyote crossings and on one rare occasion, a mountain lion sighting. I’ve come across big horn sheep remains, abandoned vehicles, and lots of rusted treasures.

These daily adventures are soothing for the soul and better than any other benefit is that it is completely quiet. The rural desert on a spring morning is void of sound except for the random rustling of tumbleweeds by a jack rabbit or the yipping from afar by a coyote warning intruders to stay away. Sometimes the swooshing sound of a hawk’s wings can be heard as it dives in for a closer look. These walks are my therapy.

I don’t know if that’s what Cameron had in mind in her book on walking but I like to think it is. I spend my time on these walks meditating, focusing, and clearing my mind. It’s a spiritual process. So regardless if that’s her point, I did buy the book and it did motivate me to do something. Isn’t that the writer’s reward?

Lessons from Leonard: Memories of Salvation Mountain

Salvation Mountain

I had heard of Salvation Mountain for years and was reminded of it again in 2007 when I saw the movie, Into the Wild. It still took three years after that for me to make the venture to see the mountain for myself and meet its creator, Leonard Knight. Salvation Mountain is in Niland, CA, on the southeastern shore of the Salton Sea. It’s more than an hour’s drive from Sky Valley but there is a wealth of quirky, interesting, and sometimes campy sights along the way.

Leonard Knight

My first visit to Salvation Mountain was in July of 2010 and the temperature in the southern California desert was hovering around 115 degrees. It was hot and visitors to the landmark were scarce. In fact, the only other person visiting then was a tourist from Australia. The hot sun however did not keep Leonard from his mission as he was working on the project in the bright direct sun.

He stopped what he was doing and volunteered to take us on a tour of the mountain as well as tell us its history. The story of Salvation Mountain is all over the internet and it has been the buzz of many a blog. It truly is a sight to see but yet, I found myself more enthralled with Leonard and the man he was. Leonard had worked on the mountain much of his life and claimed he was directed to build it by God. Obviously, there’s a bigger story here.

Leonard Knight

Inside Salvation Mountain

Salvation Mountain is a mix of hay bales, car parts, tree trunks and assorted other found parts all held together by massive amounts of acrylic paint. It is a combination of serious, religious, comical, and whimsical all jumbled together in one giant sculpture. And whether Leonard is a religious zealot, divine profit, or heat-struck artist, he remains a man of passion. I’m not a Christian by the Republican sense of the word, but I had to admit, there was something spiritual about my conversations with Leonard.

Leonard is a prime example that the age old adage, “Do what you love and the money will come” is not entirely true. Leonard, for the most part, has lived a life of poverty – much of it extreme. He has spent decades relying solely on the donations and hospitality of others as he has chosen to devote his time, money, and resources building and maintaining the mountain. However, Leonard will tell you that although he may not be financially sound, he has received an abundance of rewards. It is pretty obvious that Leonard loves people and the mountain has attracted multitudes of a variety of individuals. He relishes the relationships he has cultivated and values those friendships much, much more than money.

If however, you believe that “you don’t always get what you want, but you get what you need,” then Leonard is someone you should know. Listening to Leonard’s story of construction, reconstruction and maintenance of Salvation Mountain, it’s pretty obvious he’s never wanted for anything. He’s a happy man, a grateful man, and a man of conviction. He will be the first to admit that he has everything he needs.

Leonard Knight's Truck

Until recently, Leonard lived in the back of a truck parked at Salvation Mountain. Brightly colored acrylic paint encompasses almost everything stationary around the mountain and biblical quotes and directives abound. No matter what your religious beliefs, Salvation Mountain is a cheerful, colorful place but Leonard is no longer the full time caretaker.

Leonard is now residing in an assisted-living facility in San Diego. One has to wonder what will happen to Salvation Mountain but more importantly, what will become of the lessons learned from Leonard. I hope all of us lucky enough to meet Leonard will continue his legacy by living with passion, having faith and being kind to others. It’s not easy living up to those standards but I (we) can try. Leonard would have wanted it that way. The lessons can far outlast the mountain.

Zen is Nothing More than a Pile of Horse Poop

My life is shit. My life is horse shit.

I’ve read a lot of self help books since entering my mid-life crisis and although many are jam-packed with wonderful advice, few have made an impact. It’s been three years since I turned forty-five and it was then that I began wondering what was my purpose? What is my passion? And if there is a God, what is his path for me? Am I destined for greatness and if so, how would I achieve it?

Purpose and passion seem to be popular buzz words these days and I have to admit I have certainly concentrated on them a lot lately. I do believe I am a spiritual person and everything I read lately discusses a life purpose. I read a lot affirmations that reiterate that thought.

You’ve heard them too I’m sure. Things like – Do what you love and the money will come. Get right with God. Let go and let God.  – All these sayings actually send a message that all lives have a purpose. So, when I turned 45 years old, I wanted to know mine.

I meditated on that thought. I sought peace and serenity asking the universe for good orderly direction and I even prayed for guidance so that I might understand my purpose. I wanted to know my God-given passions. Lately, I think I’ve been given my answer.

I have two horses. I used to have twelve horses but thankfully I only have two now. For as long as I’ve had horses, I have enjoyed grooming them, exercising them, and just spending time with them. I honestly believe they enjoy spending time with me as well.

What do the horses have to do with my purpose? They mean a lot more than I originally thought – I’m beginning to think. Taking care of the horses has never seemed like a lot of work. I enjoy giving them attention. That being said, there is the chore of mucking the corrals. This is done for many reasons involving the horses health and fly control. I’ve always done it twice a day.

Over the past few days I’ve starting wondering if picking up the horse poop of these majestic animals is my purpose. Maybe in God’s or The Universe’s scheme of things, the horses are actually more important than me. Maybe it is the horses that are destined for greatness and I’m nothing more than the lowly servant to them. I have to admit, there’s something humble about accepting that. There’s something peaceful and serene when coming to terms with that.

With that thought in mind, I am actually blessed with two Zen moments a day. I get in touch with my true purpose by being of service to a definite passion. I find myself “right-sized” with the world when I’m shoveling sh*t. So it’s actually true for me: My life is sh*t.  And that my friends, is my purpose.