reclusive

[stilltrucking]

woke up from a dream
and I forgot what it was
but that word lingered.

[mtmynd]

seek and ye shall find...

http://www.hermitary.com/

In todays' troubled world it may be that much of the trouble stems from those who would benefit from becoming hermits.

I remember reading years ago about how in ancient Japan, the communities dealt with their crazy, unstable folks - they put them in Zen Monasteries where the monks would place these people alone in a hut. They would not do anything for them other than feed them. This went on for some time. It's said many benefited from their isolation... confronting their demons, etc.. Not true hermits, true... but isolated from others...

I've often wondered how many people worldwide have chosen to be hermits.. how many have simply unplugged from society and have chosen the reclusive life.

Ever see those pictures of Greek monasteries perched high on mountain peaks? I see those and have to wonder how old they are and how they were ever built... no roads, no seeming access but yet... there they are occupied by ... who? how many? where does their food come from... I find it very curious and very seductive in a peaceful and calming way.

[stilltrucking]

If you check my cave you will notice I have a telephone
It rings on occasion and I go roaring off in my 1995 mazda bat-mobile to the rescue.

I remember hearing Ram Dass back when he came through Wash D.C. back in the seventies. He talked about the tradition (Hindu) that old men when they had full filled their duties to their families would go off and become hermits. I was thinking about Han shan and his cold mountain.

I was thinking about those solitary old bull elephants that circle the herds of matriarchal females.

I was thinking about mingo's last write. Oh yes flesh and blood still needs flesh and blood.
I was thinking about an old country song about a man and woman husbands and wives, some can some can't.

I was thinking thinking but hardly drinking
I was thinking about I.B. Singer
A spooky writer.
He had a line in a short story about how people who have been crazy for years and out of touch with others suddenly come back into their minds, into lucidity just before they die.

Breakfast a pork chop and four eggs and a baked potato two slices of toast and a cup of joe.

I have leveled off at a nice even one eight of a ton. So much more of me these days.

Enjoyed the stream this Sunday
Liked the picture a lot
reminded me of the Taarsinghe (danish name) the trawler I worked on out of Rockport Texas.
I got a picture of my tomato plant.
I got one tomato this year a heck of a crop. One hundred thousand million percent increase yield over last year when I got no tomatoes.

[SadLuckDame]

I don't want to be solitary these days.
I want to be seen and heard.
I'd like to become a fine quality woman.
I'm a work in progress, very exciting.
In novels, women are usually forgotten by my age.

[mousey1]

Age is bogus, man.
It's nothing but a number on a page somewhere.
As young as you feel. And if you feel good...

well luxuriate in the pleasure.

The older the violin, the sweeter the music.

The world would do well to remember that.

We age with vinegar and spice
and keep on the shelf maybe not too sweet
but awfully fucking nice!

[stilltrucking]

Ok here it comes mousey
I hope you blush
You are a peach.

You remeind me of Bonnie Rait's nobody's girl
or as John prine wrote
"like a chess game with somebody you admire."

I don't mind the running out of gas
I am over the hill now
I can coast my way home from here.