Seasons are changing. Time for a new standard of measurement. An invitation for a personal weigh in if you will. Because if gold implies wealth, then we are rich beyond all measure. All of us, all the time. But you must be present to win. And you can't win if you won't play...
Change of seasons. When did you last go outside and just stand still for a moment? Eyes closed, nostrils, ears and heart flung wide open ? Sometimes I forget too. Now open your eyes. Only a soft gaze is necessary for the micro-wonders and macro-amazements of our own backyard.
Or an ugly rest stop. Nothing like a high sierra walk to greet the Fall. At September's end I wandered a path just off I80. Chipmunks were frantic with activity. The air was sharp with chill and pungent pine. The aspens were gilding and the mountain spiraea shone golden in the late afternoon sun.
On the desert side of the Sierra Nevadas gold is more subtle. Look for buff grasses and rabbitbrush to turn angelic gold as the sun makes a dramatic exit from the valleys. Dead Man's Creek is my favorite haunt for magnificent views, wildcrafting and hawk watching... Something about all grey sagebrush and red rock against cottonwoods makes them glow like candles. More on that later...
On the desert side of the Sierra Nevadas gold is more subtle. Look for buff grasses and rabbitbrush to turn angelic gold as the sun makes a dramatic exit from the valleys. Dead Man's Creek is my favorite haunt for magnificent views, wildcrafting and hawk watching... Something about all grey sagebrush and red rock against cottonwoods makes them glow like candles. More on that later...
I want to know: How do you play? Where is your gold? Your riches? Can you change your standard of wealth with a few breaths and a new outlook? Please write and share about your abundance when you are present to win...
