Some pictures from the past few months..... read more

Props to Bubba Sparxxx & Ying Yang Twins for the title, well, with a little remix of my own obviously. Time at Shambhala has come to an end and I’m sitting in a Boulder bookstore doing a quick recount of the past weeks. The tent takedown continued as the days got colder, the Aspen trees began to golden and we sensed the imminent arrival of winter. Last week we awoke to a Colorado winter wonderland and spent the morning hiking around identifying animal tracks in the snow. Moose, deer, bear, bunnies, and birds were all happily sharing the land around our tents, probably under the cover of the night. On the last day of work, my friend Gale and I had a chance to work at the Stupa polishing the 10 foot, brass front doors. Gale ... read more

The Colorado lure continues as I've moved on to Red Feather Lakes, home of the Shambhala Mountain Center where meditation, reading and simple work tasks are the way of life. For six(ish) weeks I’m living in a community of hundreds as a fall volunteer given the task to take down canvas tents in preparation for the winter. Colorado winter at 8,000ft is too harsh for the tents to withstand so each spring and fall volunteers show up to take on the challenge (it is, however, quite unchallenging so far) of setting up or taking down the small housing tents and the large community gathering tents. The center owns over 600 acres of undeveloped, stunning subalpine land with a maze of trails and paths throughout. The evenings and weekends offer ample freedom to explore, wander and find ... read more

The world still turns outside of the Sangre de Cristo Wilderness! Back from 30 days of wild wilderness work without wash or waterproof boots. Sadly, my leather companions did not hold up to the harsh elements and my final two weeks were spent with copious amounts of ducktape and superglue holding things together. They were unceremoniously retired but I hope to give them new life as flower pots when the occasion arises. But the Sangres -- let me go back -- are the most glorious, majestic and spiritual mountains I've ever explored. Everything feels raw, exciting and alive. Time is not directed by the hourly norm but instead by the movement of the sun and arrival of storms and wind. We spent many afternoons watching eerie and ominous storms approaching from the west as we hustled ... read more

Go west! In the open air. . . All visions that take me to the west happen with the Village People in the background enticing me to the peace and openness of the west. I drive across the country, Go west! I retreat to the mountains, Where the skies are blue! It's strangely appropriate that the Village People are the messengers. ... read more