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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Monday, December 28, 2009

More Cali Christmas Coast

When I grow up, I want to be......

Spending Christmas with my "Big" sister was a blast form the past. We shared stories, some good, some not so good about our childhoods. My big sister is actually 20 years older than me. A lot of things changed in between our up bringing.

In the photo to the left is my two older sisters hanging out with dad as he works on the car. Our mother made all of their dresses, and they always looked like they were little princesses.

Amazingly, they never looked dirty with all of the dirt around them. After viewing many never seen photos, and realizing the time span between lives, I was put into a reflective state about the multitude of different perspectives based solely on the changing environments.

I viewed a picture of my mother, who in the picture is but a small girl growing up on a farm in South Dakota. What set my mind in motion was that there was a horse and buggy in the picture. In another picture I saw my sisters playing next to a Model A Ford. I have a hard time grasping this huge tie span of change encased within my own mom and sisters lives. I am sure that when the pictures were taken, no one imagined that the pictures would be converted into a digital format on a laptop computer and placed on a Blog, viewed on the world wide web.

Just imagine how many things, issues, events have taken place during this time span. it is no wonder why I have such a radical different view of many things about life and life's challenges. I can not help but conclude that I am in error to take my understanding of life and measure, judge, or compare my beliefs to theirs. We, my family, have lived in different eras that have produced huge variances in beliefs and attitudes. I love my family for who they are and for what they have done. Their lives and journeys are absolutely amazing. Just imagine what your family's journey has seen or been through.


Cali Christmas Coast-photo shoot

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Merry Christ-Mas

The Bear is off to roam around the forest again. I have a photo shoot in northern Cali and a visit with my Big Sisters. This time of year we get busy with many different things. We think of family and friends. My kids and I were watching a movie that has a comment in it. The comment went like this, "you can't spell families without the word lies." Wow, what a sad statement of today's families.

We get caught up, at least here in America, with the commercialization of the season and allow the stress of this whole thing to overwhelm us. Buy this or buy that. List of things folks want are passed around and monies spent for selfish reasons. Houses filled with decorations and presents that most likely could not be afforded. It looks fun and pretty, but it feels like anxiety and greed.

I have seen a movement to take Christ out of Christmas, and now I hear that this season is bad for the environment. Have we lost our minds? Have we truly forgot what this is all about? The birth of something beyond our understanding. The building of a doorway to greater love. And here lays the problem, we do not understand such love. We think it can be bought or traded. We just don't get the fact that such love contains concepts that are not pleasant. Love is at it's best a struggle of value and worth of another. Selfless in nature and full of nurture. I ask myself this season, how can I love more? How can I show those around me that they matter to me. How can I hold them close to my heart and give myself more so that they can be more? How can I become a beacon of hope? Hope that brings renewal and energetically encourages inspiration.

I pray that I can do this all year long, not just because some commercial advises me that it is the season for it. May God Bless, truly bless you during the time of year that is filled with the most suicides, thefts, and family disturbances. Let's find Christ's love in this seasons known as X-mas.


Sunday, December 20, 2009

Bears bridges

Photos by Talkingbear, copyright 2009, all rights reserved

"Too often we under estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."

Leo Buscaglia

Friday, December 18, 2009

Where does the "magic" of falling water come from?

Photos by Talking Bear Copyright 2009, All rights reserved.

"If your actions inspire others to
dream more,
do more,
and become more,
you are a leader."

John Quincy Adams

life's "Highlight reels"

Lately, I have been getting into sports on the television. this is a new thing for me, traditionally I am not a very big sports fan. I have taken this endeavor up so I can engage in conversation at work, since sports seems to be the common choice for folks to connect. I find the best way to catch up on the sports world is to watch the highlight reels of the weeks events, who won, who lost, and so forth. You may be asking what the hell does sports have to do with cognitive behavior and personal belief structures? Especially since this blog is about the former!

Well here is the connection, at least in my mind. At the end of the day, week or month, what is on your personal highlight reel? What do you tell others about you when you run through your highlight reel? Is it all negative drama, or is it positive? When I come home, sometimes I am hit with the days highlight reel and it encapsulates every little negative thing you can imagine. Why do these things make the highlight reel? Where are the touchdowns, field goals, and incredible catches?

What is our focus of our lives? Is it all the negative crap that goes on, or is it the positive things? I can listen to highlight reels and come to a pretty good conclusion where someone's life focus is. Yes crap happens, but does it need to make my highlight reel, NO. I can choose to focus on the victories, however small they may be. What will be your choice of things to put on your highlight reel tomorrow, the choice is yours?


Monday, December 14, 2009

Wide open spaces

Risking adventure

I have not posted for some time about adventure risk. This was one of my "HOT" topics a few years ago. Waht is adventure to you? For some it is walking down to the local pup and trying to find your way home again, been there and done that. For me this definition is in a constant state of change. Climbing large rock walls was once apart of the definition, but these days it looks a lot different.

I think that adventure is the partaking of anything that makes you feel alive. Risking or not, the moment when we feel alive, we feel aware of the gift, we become conscious of all things around us is magnificent. We become inspired to be more, do more, and see more. Our senses are on fire and our hearts are opened to possibilities.

I belief that we were created to explore, to share, and to experience life. Some how we get caught up in the day to day grind and life is ground down to a grueling pace that bounces from paycheck to paycheck. We have to get out and go. Create our own stories, take our own pictures of moments that take our breath away.

One of my favorite quotes is "Life is not measured by how many breaths we take, But by how many moments take our breath away". Give me adventure, and I can change the course of history. Well at least my own history. Why risk living when we can live like we are dying?


Photo by Talkingbear, climbers on El Captain, Yosemite, Ca.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

"The capacity to learn is a gift,
the ability to learn is a skill,
the willingness to learn is a choice."


Awe, the old west, when bears could roam free.

Change through loss

When death comes, and it will come, how will we view the "ripples" it brings to our lives? The initial loss is often unbearable and very emotional. Looking ahead seems impossible for many of us, me included. But when I look back at my fathers death I can clearly see the effects of his loss on my family. I can see that his passing has brought positive change to many relationships within my family.

For me, this does come with a certain level of surprise. Dad was never really involved with us, his children. My brother and I lived our lives, accomplished what we have based on negative comments made to us. We even parented our children based on our fathers limited role in our lives. Sometimes we made the exact same mistakes he did!

Now that a year has passed, I have taken time to reflect the impact the loss of his life has made on me and my siblings. I take pause here, to formulate a small list of those perceived changes. I do this here on my blog to share a journey. A journey that encompasses many emotions and much mystery. maybe some of my readers have experienced the same journey, or are about to.

The first and most significant change for me and my siblings was the complete defining of what is important and what is bullshit! Many of our "issues" with our father seemed to fall off into the abyss of bullshit as we witnessed Dad's last moments here on earth. I am talking about issues that had fostered so much hate that our family was truly removed from each other and our individual lives were spent facing away form the family as a unit. We choose to hold onto hurt, pain and rejection all to well. All of these issues disappeared as we matured through our father dying. This was not an easy process. We had learned how to live this way, we learned how to make our choices based on these beliefs that were not based on any form of love. Coming to the realizations that these issues were based of false beliefs was very unsettling for me. Dad cared and loved us, but he did not know how to show it whatsoever. This journey has lead us into much stronger relationships with our own children. We learned to value what is important NOW. To cherish love through disappointment and rejection. To hold onto each other as if it is our last moment together. This is quit possible the biggest and most valuable lesson our father taught us, and it came in the last moments of his life.

Through his loss came this realization that family really does matter. That we really do care about each other, and that a life time of bullshit can be washed away in a moment. We have started down a path to become what Dad dreamed of, but never knew how to get there. Ironically, he showed us the place to start, forgiveness for the trespasses real or imagined.


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