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« Reply #7 on: March 07, 2010, 02:56:24 PM » |
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Mahalo Bredren Nepsis for the posting. As always, the words are full of visions and depth, pulsing with the beats of our hearts and the beautiful waves of Life.
InI Give Thanks to the Most I, JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! RASTAFARI.
This past week we got covered in a 3 foot heavy blanket of snow. Followed by 3 days of a mixture of rain/snow, it is hard to relate the oppressive feeling being trapped by such weight. Still, after being here for over 10 years, one comes to peace with the struggle that must commence. Plowing was difficult with this mass of wetness, having a 20 foot wave infront of the truck as I have just one pass down the driveway to make a clearing. If the blade of the plow is directed left or right, the pathway decreases and I am not able to get back up the driveway. So it was as I went down, knowing once in motion, I could not stop. Amazed at the amount of snow I was pushing, I made it to the bottom, cleaned up a bit and was off to take care of some clients that have homes that must get cleared up. By the time I made it home, I was happy that one of the many decisions of the day was to pick up the snow blower and have it in the bed of the truck in case I was unable to push the BLUE snow. It was an amazing color of snow, because of all the moisture, and the rate at which it fell, the snow had a light blue tone to its depth.
For the most part, snow removal is fun. Pushing it with the truck but, a snow blower can be a completely different thing altogether!. Push/Pull straining, but Thankful for the machine to lift and plume the snow off the pathway to the side, sometimes smack in your face when the wind is just right. BURRRR !!!. There are also some decks I must shovel, and this is not only a period of hard work, but it is also an opportunity to Balance out and sweat. The shovel is a simple tool that always seems a paddle to I. I often think and feel surfing in this frozen environment, The winter can be long to one who longs for the warmth of summer, but time teaches patience, even to the impatient with its persistent march onward. As the rhythm of shoveling takes over the mind travels as thoughts wander from topic to topic. I began to think of how it used to affect I mood, this burdensome feeling. Yet, I have come to Give Thanks for the physical capacity that Imon am able to use this as an exercise and although sore, Happy that the work moves ahead. It took 3 days to get back to being able to go and work on the log home I have been working on for the last month.
This log home was purchased by a man who lives in another state, as do many that have homes here in our mountianias area. They come up for holidays and ski at the mountians that dot our landscape, changing the towns that they over run and clog. Many come with the attitude from where they came, and having that type of vibe in a rural area usually leads to friction, but it is what one makes it, and without them, there is a lack of work to do in the service industry, of which most rely. The reason I mention this is because of WillieMon. Willy came up to do the demolition of the interior of this log home that I am to re do. I have been hired to Skim coat the bedrooms , renovate bathrooms and the kitchen along with carpentry, painting and stone work for the fire place, It is a blessing that this work has come our way in these time of dereased work available. I speak of Willie because I had to go and help him last night.
Posted on: March 07, 2010, 07:30:02 AM
Willie is the GO-TO guy. He is the man who gets it done. Rising up early and working late, mild in his speech and motion, he has no fear of getting his hands into the thick of what must be done. We have smoked together during the few breaks we take during the day and when I dont have any, he ususally does. So the works get done, all under the pressure of a man who does not listen. A man who is not concerned with method, only the spped at which it is done. I dont need to tell what drug this man is UNDER the influence of, disconnected from reality and speeding away.
I was supposed to meet Williemon at the job yesterday around 1 pm, but as I was on the way he phoned and said he was not staying, having no herb, he had started at 6am, and had had enuff. Reception is sketchy in the mountians, and so we did not meet up. Later that night willies wife called to ask if I had seen him, and I said I have not. She indicated that willie was drunk and had freaked out at his wifes relatives which is where he stays when up here. There was not much I could do, but she had stated that she was able to track his cell phone, and knew that he was in a nearby town. I then received a call from Willie himself, He was very disorientated, and was not making much sense. Speaking of the truck driving it self and aliens, death and what had gone down at the place he was staying and the people there. He said he had taken some mushrooms and drank a bottle of jagermeister with a monster energy drink and had smoked some erb. Talk about pollution ! , HOW can a mind be anchored in reality when all one does is ingest chemicals that seperate us from ourselves?.
Posted on: March 07, 2010, 08:13:55 AM
After having gone to town and returned 3 times that evening to pick up and drop off our daughter from work and to a play she was in, I was ready to settle in for the evening. That was before the phone rJAHang.
I told Willie's wife I would go find him, and left the house, taking the back roads to get there faster wiithout rushing and going thru town with the busy week end in progress and the countless people and police that were on the roads. As I made it to the town he was in, there was a sheriff on the side of the road, and I stopped to ask if the things described to me matched a location the officer might know of. He happened to be on the radio with state troopers and Willies wife who was very worried about her husband, knowing thoughts of suicide had been entertained years before, she was on the verge of hysteria. The officer and I headed down but a few hundred feet and there was the truck parked parallel to the boundary line of the highway. I parked infront of the rigg and the sheriff in back, he motioned fro I to stand back as he approached the vehicle, and once he obtained the license, I was permitted to approach the truck and see what condition Willie was in. He had sounded VERY incohereant and now seemed a bit more able to speak, but still was VERY incapacitated. As he exited the vehicle, the sheriff asked how it was he got there and tried to determine his mental state, it was soon obvious, as two state troopers pulled up and now had lights flashing and a police dog barking that things had gotten to a very "official" plateau. We talked. They probed. The dog barked non-stop.
Posted on: March 07, 2010, 08:31:47 AM
I must admit, that in this state, who knows what even a close friend would do under the influence of such a cocktail of chemicals, all the while the safety of the family if I bring him home, which was were I was headed if they let us go. Of course, the issue was not where he was going, but HOW he had gotten there. From a law perspective, the truck arrived at this spot with a driver that was UNDER the influence, and therefore a danger to both his self and others. The trooper administered a field sobriety test and it was after failing to hold up one leg for 30 seconds that Willie put his hands behind his back and the trooper cuffed him.
I can see the image of looking into Willie's eyes as the Blue lights strobed and the unbroken gaze left me with nothing to say.
The officer said that it would be about 1.5 hours to process Willie and that I could take him home afterward. Although they said he would be taken one place, he was taken to another, and it was nice the trooper called to notify me of this at what was now 12:30 am. As I waited outside, an officer approached and said that while being processed, Willie mentioned thoughts of harming himself, and that he would not be leaving observation this evening, so I could go home, and see what tomorrow brings.
And so go the waves of our lives. One session leads to another, the riders may change, but our task remains the same. To observe our movement in this time and the people we session with, for they add to who we are. I will go help today, because I can, but Mostly because I want to. It is just the style I ride.
ThankYOUJAH
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