My father was a big time doodler. He was a talented doodler. I remember him often observing his world with pen or pencil in hand. He was gifted at capturing a moment with the humor he saw.
In this doodle, Papa captures my niece and nephew, on Christmas morning many years ago, showing off their new pajamas.
Sometimes it is refreshing to see through another person’s eyes. Who knew about the doodle?
They appear momentarily scurrying between the keys in a frantic unknown race, then dive into the darker circuitry beneath the surface, making my fingertips buzz with a resonant frequency.
Even my next vowel could end a life.
Uncle Bob died 2 weeks ago and I went to Salt Lake City to attend a wonderful memorial in his honor. He was a remarkable man with a sharp mind and gracious heart. My fondest memories of uncle Bob were the many childhood summers and some winters spent with him and my aunt and cousins in their cabin in the canyon.
These magical moments were not spent in just any canyon in Utah’s vast landscape of canyons. These were spent in “The Canyon”: the upper north fork of Provo canyon. This is the canyon that uncle Bob’s father and uncle surveyed and then homesteaded in the 1890s. This is the canyon where Robert Redford purchased some of the Stewart family land, in 1969, including a simple little ski resort called Timp Haven. This ski resort eventually became Sundance.
But the magic of the canyon was less about the occasional Hollywood star sightings, and more about the canyon itself and the impressive Mount Timpanogos (12K elevation). My uncle was always extolling the virtues of “Timp” and the canyon.
After the memorial on Saturday, a cousin and I decided to make the 1-hour late-night journey just to spend the night and early morning in the cabin. We thought it a fitting way to say goodbye to the uncle who introduced us to the enchantment of the canyon.
I’m a chess geek. What can I say? I am proud of my garden. The vegetable and fruit bounty this season has been quite gratifying. My strawberries and Russian tomatoes were superb!
I’ve also entered the realm of succulents by way of some interesting plants given to me by my talented landscape artist sister. She is off to Morocco again to develop her talents in a Mediterranean climate. But, I have taken guardianship of some of her rare species.
Perhaps my proudest achievement this year in the garden is my stewardship of some relatively rare strains of cannabis. My indoor and outdoor growing skills have provided me with some opportunities to experiment with some very interesting strains of both sativa and indica.
I have a fair knowledge of the medicinal qualities of many plants, including cannabis.
This year, I am experimenting with 3 very interesting indica strains, and 3 wild-card strains of sativa. One of the sativa strains has caught my eye from the beginning. It’s growth pattern and structure is unlike any I’ve ever seen. It is also the last of the 6 to show flowers. Here we are at the end of the first week in August, and this lady is still in vegetative growth. I’m intrigued.
I’ve never been so excited to explore the fruits of this year’s foliage and flowers!
I really can’t complain too loud. My job is good. I enjoy the people with whom I work, and I have the privilege of being able to mostly create my direction as I go. This is vital.
I did a lot of exploration during my time away. I explored the inner and outer worlds, often simultaneously. I explored stretching all of my senses and intuitions and aesthetics. I pushed my introverted tendencies in order to reach out to some very creative souls. I explored crazy.
Have you ever explored crazy?
Everyone should explore crazy at least once in a lifetime. It gives you some valuable perspective. It may also redefine a few things for you.
I have found a new balance and some creative energy to do further explorations in this familiar reality.