NM wildflowers, not yet ashes,
slow dance, and heart and soul

I went through images on my Canon and found a useable one of the bobcat peaking out from behind the prickly pear, so you can go back to the November page to see it.

I downloaded the NM Wildflower app to my iPod. It’s a treat when I’m out hiking or while out walking Meadow and Mesa. The pace with these two gives me plenty of time to look up plants. I like free, useful free items.

This month I have a birthday, and as always, it is my most meaningful day of the year to give thanks for all that the previous year has brought me and for being able to cope with problems that came my way.
I plan to go back and read ‘here’s a little story.’ It feels so good to not yet be ashes in an urn.

I noticed this one day while at Bottomless Lakes NMSP. Guano. But it gave me an opportunity to use the 2-ton hydraulic jack I’ve been hauling around in case this happened. I tried plugging the hole but did not have the strength to even get the rasp into the hole.

Here’s another document from my ‘thoughts and notes’ folder.


Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time to call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over

Not bad, worth a little reflecting.

Here is a view out the back window of a dusting of snow on the desert.

As some of you know, I like to listen to SiriusXM ‘The Coffee House’ (channel 14) as I drink my morning coffee and yerba mate. The week before the 25th, all the music was Christmas music. While searching for another channel to listen to, I came across channel 48, Heart & Soul, “R&B for today, and back in the day.” Sure filled the gap.

As soon as the nurse made me put on one of those gowns, I knew my end was in sight.

Mind how you go.

December sixty minutes for sixty years—2185 minutes
December Triple 18—pecs/delts/arms: 1880; core: 1910; legs: 4210

Whenever something seems to be against you,
remember that the airplane takes off against the wind,
not with it.
Henry Ford

RVwest article ‘Following a Free Spirit’

RVwest article ‘The Spaces Between the Places’



Emily said…
Like your Henry Ford quote. Lots of food for thought.
Morgocon said…
Great line Sebastion! I've also experienced my "end being in sight" - it always gives me a chill.
Rob K said…
Nice poem Sebastian, might have to borrow it and send it to some folks I know who dance far too fast.
Rob K.

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