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.