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Sunsets, mountains, solitude, a comfortable old rocking chair and a unique companionship.


The old man sat quietly on the steps of his small hand-built log cabin overlooking the vastness of a high mountain meadow. His realization that his days were numbered rested quietly on his mind as he contemplated the many years he had lived a good life. He counted his good friends, good family and the many fine memories he owned and genuinely knew he had prospered where many others had not. High in these remote mountains he had lived since he found himself alone. He now relished the seclusion away from busy and overwhelming noise of civilization. The peace and quietness had helped sooth the loss in his life and rendered a spirituality that created a connection with the natural world. Here he was home at last.

 

As he sat quietly thinking of those times he had relished his good fortunes, he heard the subtle approach of padded feet come slowly around the cabin and stop close to where he was sitting. The old man slowly raised his head and knew that his only companion sat quietly in front of him. Their eyes met, relaying a trust and understanding of what friendship truly was. The old wolf, eyes showing a trusted reliance existed between them, sat intently watching the old man.

“My friend,” the old man said slowly, “Our time is coming to an end. We both have lived a long life, and we both can leave knowing we did our best.”  The old wolf rose to his feet and came closer to the old man. His eyes showed an understanding of what the old man had said and moved to nuzzle the man’s hands. A knowing smile appeared on the old man’s weathered face and he knew that this unequaled bond was one of genuine friendship, born from solitude.

A distant rumble of thunder that echoed down the valley, reverberating off the granite ledges and rolling into the vast nothingness brought him back to life. The rainstorm was far from him, but here, the sun still shone on his rough face. He stood up stoically and picking up his tools, he placed them in the bed of his antiquated Jeep. Another day completed, the old man returned to his log cabin, prepared and ate a small dinner, then retired to his sleeping bag, content in the fact he had accomplished much of the work he had planned for today. Sleep came very quickly. 

Morning had come to the high country. Mist spread across the low lands and the sun peeked through this fog, turning the chilled air a subtle orange. The air  crisp, clean, and invigorating.  Stirring the coals of last night’s fire, the dropped a few pieces of dried firewood into the old woodstove and prepared his breakfast. Good, strong hot coffee with fried potatoes and a slab of fresh deer meat. The aroma of the coffee had shaken his memory of when, as a child, he had gone with his dad as he cut pulp wood for a little extra income to help feed the family. The coffee his dad made over the fire was strong and pungent. 

“So long ago.” he thought, “Where did time go.”


This is an excerpt from “The Old Wolf”.

Written by me, and lost for a while.

Maybe……someday I will finish it.

“Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.”

Photographs and Creativity from the High Plains.

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Coffee, the nectar of life, the gift of the Gods and the only thing that will actually change my irritating disposition first thing in the morning to one of becoming somewhat human.  Coffee revitalizes, not only the spirit, but also the taste buds that have atrophied during the night, jump starts the brain, and gives meaning to life.  But is it healthy?  According to some people, the answer is a resounding NO.  But realize that these are the people who consume pseudo things  like tofu and those other vile stuff they call health food and their opinions do not count.   

Research is showing that coffee drinkers, compared to nondrinkers, are:

  • less likely to have type 2 diabetes, Parkinson’s disease, and dementia
  • have fewer cases of certain cancers, heart rhythm problems, and strokes
  • less grumpy than their non-coffee counterparts
  • And there is of a no evidence of a difference between caffeine, non-caffeine, perked and “instant” coffees…..see post….

“There is certainly much more good news than bad news, in terms of coffee and health,” says Frank Hu, MD, MPH, PhD, nutrition and epidemiology professor at the Harvard School of Public Health”.(ABS News)

But coffee isn’t proven to prevent those conditions, just possibly, slow them down.

“Researchers don’t ask people to drink or skip coffee for science’s sake. Instead, they ask them about their coffee habits. Those studies can’t show cause and effect. It’s possible that coffee drinkers have other advantages, such as better diets, more exercise, or protective genes.” (ABC News

So, there isn’t solid proof of this research. But, there are hopeful signs that might quiet the naysayers and heath gurus to relinquish their opinions that unless food is 100% organic, picked by people in sterile suits and processed under nonpolluting conditions, that some of the delicacies we enjoy will not kill us.

Another health food.....

and to go with your new health drink….a snack

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I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting.  Mark Twain (1835 – 1910)

Sleep, oh blessed sleep, is a naturally recurring state of suspended sensory and motor activity. Sounds pretty good, but parts of this process isn’t all it is cracked up to be. Or at least, the waking up part from this natural event.  Through most nights, the escape from the day’s events is just a state of unconsciousness followed by a rude awakening.  My internal time piece is well honed from years of practice and the cracking of one eye several minutes minutes before the disgusting and extremely foul auditory sensation of the alarm clock has become second nature.  It has also become second nature to “think” colorful and deplorable thoughts about destroying this cursed component from hell.  The act of actually rising from the comfort and warmth of my bed is one of the most loathsome actions known to mankind.  Stumbling to conjure up the first cup of coffee is an art unto itself and after executing this procedure thousands of times, I can actually make this vital liquid without spilling anything….at least half the time.  The goal of actually becoming acquainted with  each new day’s reality takes a minimum of 3 cups of hot, black, thick coffee, a time span of 23.47 minutes and a major attitude adjustment on my part.  I do not understand those who open their eyes each morning, sit up, stretch, smile at a bright sunny day ahead of them and burst into a cheery little song.  This is not normal human nature………  I am going back to bed.

A woman went to the doctor complaining of insomnia. The doctor gave her a thorough examination, found absolutely nothing physically wrong with her, and then told her, “Listen, if you ever expect to cure your insomnia, you just have to stop taking your troubles to bed with you.”

“I know” said the woman, “but I can’t. My husband refuses to sleep alone.”

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