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The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants

I remember my days in high school with more than a little bitterness. My adolescence was in the late 60s and 70s. This was post sexual revolution. We can thank the pill, Playboy, and Helen Gurley Brown for that. ("Do"... Continue Reading →

Pain

How do you handle pain in your life? I handle it with a bit of Ibuprofen, a bit of Tylenol, an occasional Norco and a lot of acceptance. On long hikes, I handle it with distraction. (Hiking naked is a... Continue Reading →

Fear, Death and Loving Life

The tortoise must stick his neck out to go anywhere. And any worthwhile journey is going to have dangers. I am going to die. I am at peace with that. Don't know when, don't know how. I do not fear... Continue Reading →

Nike!

In case you are wondering, that's Greek for victory. It is what Pheidippides cried when he reached Athens after the battle of Marathon, whereupon he died from exhaustion. I didn't die from exhaustion (or I wouldn't be writing this) but I was... Continue Reading →

The Wild Child Grows Old

From a while ago....   I’m on a long solo hike. I’m naked - but the good part starts when I forget I’m naked - I just exist. It becomes the default state. If you are thinking "What a wonderful day to... Continue Reading →

More Decisions

  Having made my dramatic, unpredictable and life-changing decision to join the military, my next decision was which specialty to select. My ASVAB scores were thru the roof and my recruiter had stars before his eyes. I could literally pick... Continue Reading →

Decisions, yet again.

What makes a decision for change important to me in the sense that I consider it life changing? Well, first it has to be a real thought-out choice. One gets up and goes to work. Yes, that is a "choice" but it... Continue Reading →

Decisions

I have done exactly 6 things in my life that mattered. They mattered because they were my decision, acts of my own free will rather than simply being buffeted around by the winds of existence. When I was 14 my... Continue Reading →

Out of the closet and into the frying pan?

  I've been some kind of nudist as far back as my earliest vague memories. I don't know why. My home was in the land of the Church of God, cold winters, moderate summers and vast clouds of mosquitoes. My naked places... Continue Reading →

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