Dealing with the Hate

On some days, I wander what is wrong with this world. The confusion that hate creates is nothing more then an unreasonable burden. Some people are probably deep in their own pain. I believe that every Human Being has the power to change their ways and drop the hate, racism, and stereotypes. Weeding out personal egos has always been a challenge in me.

Racism is going to die hard in Amerikkka. It’s sooo deeply rooted in the US Nation; it won’t die without a fight. Resistance is the only way.

Could the fact be simple? If hate ever disappeared from this world, and people realized what a beautiful circle that this planet creates, maybe there could be room for change? There is a purpose to this life.

If this a personal paradigm, then help me break it. My perception is forever evolving and this message is probably nothing more then jabber.

Dreaming of the Canyon

After watching a documentary on the Grand Canyon tonight, I quickly became homesick. I’ve been there when the tourists have gone into hibernation and the winter snows have settled upon the ledges. The South Rim is very peaceful in the wintertime and I hope to plan a trip soon. It will help me rejuvenate from the modern society that has sucked my spirit dry.

Way out there, in the middle of those canyonlands, the stars glow like candles at night. It’s a desert dreamer’s escape from the reality that plagues this sad, sad world.

Hummingbirds

It was cloudy today, I thought it might rain. The weather cheered up though and it’s warm and sunny. The trees are calm and not much is happening in the little town of Cedar City.

While eating breakfast on the porch this morning, a hummingbird came into the yard pollinating the flowers, and it stayed for a while. Cute little fellow, he was happy!

We don’t see too many of them in mother’s yard. Out in Parowan where my grandmother has hummingbird feeders hanging all over the place – including the garden, there are plenty of them flying everywhere. They’ve nested on my grandma’s porch, in the light sockets where the bulbs hang out on the ceiling. They use the same nests every year and its fun just to sit there and watch them.

Southern Utah hummingbirds are very hyper, they often like to get into fights and play tag while feeding. Sometimes they forget your presence and come within arms reach of slamming ya. They have no fear, except when humans come near their nesting spots. Hummingbird mothers are very protective and can get nasty. It’s best to keep a safe distance away, lest you don’t mind getting pelted!

So a big part of summer is the hummingbirds. If it wasn’t for them, it wouldn’t be the same. Just like it wouldn’t be the same if you couldn’t hear a billion crickets serenading on those warm desert nights.

A Break in the Drought

Today the rain clouds are coming in quickly. Last night it rained hard for about twenty minutes. Utah has been suffering a five year drought. Until about four days ago, the desert hasn’t seen a drop of rain. Fire danger was at extreme, and everything looked dried up. They say this Utah is the second driest in the US. Last summer, it was one fire after another.

The other day I went north of town in the direction the thunderheads were traveling. About 18 miles out, I parked the car on the desert and watched the sun slowly go down in the west. The Clouds became violent, and the lightning was so awesome! The thunder rumbled and echoed accross the landscape. The closer it came, the more power I felt. You know, I have a fear of lightning. But its power is in my soul. Every time its close, it seems to communicate. The rain came nice and cool. What a blessing it was for such a dry land.

I wasn’t home till after dark. The rains let up, but it was the most beautiful time. Those big clouds are blessings, and I wander how the farmers must feel? It sure took a while for the wet season to come and hope it stays.

There’s still blue sky outside as this is being written and those clouds are coming to visit this little town today. With them comes beauty, and I hope the rain falls heavy so the land can become greener.

I am so greatful for such things. They bring happiness.

Nathan Cowlishaw

Dealing with Selfishness

Here’s another post for today. Just wanted to add some extra thoughts, that are either excessive, or depressive! Lets add to the idea of self-pity; how do you eliminate such a pitiful disease? Its a hard thing to overcome to a large extent. Learning proper compassion is much harder! You’re either serving your own agenda and interests, or your actually caring and helping other people! Trying to overcome the fact that you are an incredibly self-centered person, is like trying to dodge a hurdle as high as Mt. Everest. I thought I had somewhat overcame the issues of Selfishness, but no, I fell deep into self-pity. It’s an unmerciful and lonely world deep down there, with only you and your imagination.

People will shout at me, and keep shouting, but I can’t seem to hear the message. Maybe I’m carelessly avoiding the fact that I have to face up to the morality of being prideful, and uncaring.

Quit thinking of yourself. Stay Positive. Love thy neighbor as thyself. Be sure to endure to the end. Never be UNGREATFUL. Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you, etc…

The first challenge to becoming a better person is to quit running from the challenges, and face up to the challenges. Avoid hurting others, and be careful not to say things you don’t mean to say.

Dumping the Self-Interests is a major battle that will last for months. It’s been a friend when no others were around. But it?s a Demon that will destroy you.

Care for the less fortunate and be brave. Face up to your own selfishness tonight. Stop everything.

Tomorrow is the beginning of a New Day, the first day of the rest of your life.

A Place to Vent

This Journal is a pleasure to write in. It releases all the couped up feelings, and they ARE selfish feelings. If I can spew them out, or vent them in fashion, its all cool! Dealing with everyday life is hard. Dealing with the urge to want something more is even harder. Where’s the ultimate freedom of choice?

If anyone is reading this, I want you to know that I haven’t allowed commenting for my visitors quite yet. When I find out how they can be moderated, then I will allow commenting to take place.

“An audience to quote me on my personal thoughts, cool!!!!” Just-Kidding 😉

The Lamoreaux Family Reunion

This morning I will head out to our ranch at Summit, Ut, to help my Grandfather lay sod for this little yard he is making. Summit is out there in the Sage Brush.

This weekend we are having the Lamoreaux Family reunion. My grandpa was in charge of it this year, but waited until the last moment to get things prepared. My mother helped out with organizing the events, such as dinner plans, a family talent show, and other cool things.

Theres no Bathrooms out at the ranch, no running water in any of the houses either. I’m a little worried about the older folks who will be attending, but if all else, theres the Sunshine Truck Stop less that two miles away! It seemed kind of crazy to hold a reunion out there, but my grandfather insisted. So today he’s laying sod down for an instant lawn people will be able to sit upon, instead of sage brush and dirt! 🙂 The Idea makes me chuckle a bit!

Anyways, the whole family reunion is not being hosted out there. We talked Grandpa into hosting the rest of it at my Uncle Ben’s house here in town. I guess that’s where they will do the talent show too and I haven’t decided what I’m going show-off?

Welcome to my Blog!

A couple days ago, I found this awesome Blogging software on the web called, Movable Type. Its a simple tool that is used by Bloggers everywhere. When I found out that it was free for personal use, I’ve decided to try it. Don’t know how long I will use it, but it’s fun at the moment!

The hard part was getting it installed on the server. And had to configure the CGI script and make sure that the proper Perl modules were installed in order for the program to run.

It was a pain to set up, but when it was ready and running, Its a real neat tool. Its web-based so I can write in this journal from any computer that has internet access.

Cool! 🙂

Fire of Silence

The uncanny feelings slither through
this cavernous vista like the lonely fire
that burns within the phantoms and faded
shadows that once had casted forth

The living trance would once long ago
in the ancient times, howl and clamor a
deep declaration from the coyotes in the
flourishing, rolling hills of eternal rest

The emotion of blazing skies
would burn the candled nights beneath
the green, talking cedars.
The clouds shattered by so many ages
without a footstep never even faded.
Truly the soil, and the blue skies of this
ripe sphere was a rest and a haven to give
sanction to uneasy souls when there
was no other warmth.

The compassion and benevolence was given
to their calm and humble hearts.
Only they would know the song, and
it was a chant. This divinity of celestial
brilliance would cast away the evils,
It was a silence where the Creator spread
his spirit over the land. A genuine peace
was upon everything. It was trusted!

Away in the hidden mountains, and
anywhere there was a belief, the
faith was built up.

The Creatures of the forest
did rest and sleep. The fowls raised
their young. All in life was quiet,
and still.

Alone, where the old people of the
Earth traveled, while they lived
close together in this life.
Long ago, into ages of silence.

The Treeman

 I found this red story with a voice,
that was full of instructions,
given to me by the forest walker.

It is where I bathed in strange
conversations with the tree man.
His mind made of wood, his heart,
full of the place around him.

The forest depths are like his purity.
But I feel his restlessness.
I am headed for his power.
In the darkness my headlights go out.

It is the cabin in the wilderness, I find him.
By a lake where the big beast lives.
Where monsters walk on two legs.
Where the clouds and wind never stop.

The journey down the empty highway,
is the burden I love to carry.

Through this sea of desert, I swim.
Why do I search out the old way?

It so skillfully, and artistically
studies me, and tests me.
It is a warm feeling inside,
when the noon drips off the trees,
while the Sun glistens in the summer,
While I sit there, he comes to me.
He pops out of the bush as a coyote.
He sits on his tail and looks into me.
His ears pointed forward, he sniffs the air.

The old man hides in those eyes,
the ground around him, dark like ravens,
is his throne! The sky palace above glistens too.
Smells of sage and rain linger.

I will not hide.
I will not run.
The shadows creep up from this Earth.
They have no sources. They whisper
and talk. They bring the message.
It is the way he teaches.

The light is somewhere down below,
in the soil, under the roots of
those trees.

In the Forest this dream maker hides,
His tricks are not meant to hurt.
He walks like an old fellow in pain,
yet in the end he turns into A tree.

Blue Sky People

Out there in the wilderness, where the Blue Sky People wonder, walk, and sleep;
is where the old eternal hills rest. The cold winter passes, and in the summer,
noon drips off ancient trees. Junipers, and pinions cover the Plateaus.
Brush poppers hide, such as the rabbit, the coyote, and the deer.
Eagles and Ravens share the blue palace….

Younger Ponderings

I am lonely sometimes in the way that I feel about life. Hardly any one I know agrees with me. I feel sad because I find a beauty that I can never put down. I carry it in my heart. My spirit can not be broken because I have found my place in life. I cannot go back to my past. My future will be radical. I have found my song. It is in my soul that I can stir up the old way.

Desert of Dreams

All over that country I drive that junker wherever it will allow me to go. Out to places without any incredible features, to places that are starving without the green beauty. Areas that are flat and deadlike, and have their own loneliness. Out there in the desert the dreams, and ghosts pass by bottomless mountain ranges under blue sky. The Creator created this place for me to love. I love traveling a highway for 100 miles without services. In three days I might only see one other car or truck.

The power of the sky and the desert, I cannot get it out of my mind. I stand up in the wild and feel the old way still alive. At night when I sleep close to the Earth’s power, I know that every thing will be all right in the end. I can’t forget what I have found and learned about the old way. I will always remember to know that I will always have my place in this universe and that I will always exist, some place, some day, forever.

Places of silence, is where I can find the great mystery. He knows me and I talk to him. I know that something listens to me out there in the void. What I send out comes back to me ten times over. I have said it all!

Smell of Smoke

In the night, the smell of smoke from some old fire reminds me of forgotten traditions. The sky is filled with candled stars that make the desert glow. What is it that makes the fire of silence burn so hot? My spirit will not stay shut up. I will find the ways of truth. The sky and earth is where I search.