Spun forth from pre-Covid-19 txts w my oldest child Dylan in NYC…
Yep, this is me, LOL! Goofin’ by the railroad at Carkeek Park, Seattle, a few crazy days later on a Wednesday afternoon the 12th of February 02020, a Taurus in a Toroid.
Cocooned by record breaking snowfall, a man in training to be a psychospiritual counselor allows himself to rediscover, accept, and integrate long forgotten aspects of self only to later find out ugly truths as he extricates himself from the remnants of overlapping Canadian-American cults gone supernova.
~Early January of 2007~
***This article remains a work in progress. Enjoy the journey!***
The author at Brew Creek Centre, a remote sanctuary roughly halfway between Squamish & Whistler, British Columbia, on the morning after the snowstorm. A friend of mine in the training took this foto of me with my camera. Early January 2007.
*Fotos taken in cloudy, darkening conditions with an older LG (Life’s Good!) smartfone with a slide-out pushbutton keyboard bought thru Verizon.*
Snow fell so deep and so fast as to bury the entire part of Canada where I planned to immerse myself in a psychotherapy training.
The main lodge after the storm.
Sun, Rocks, Sand, Stars, and Scuffling with Fear out in the Desert
Friday 24 March – Thursday 30 March 2006
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On the rocks in Joshua Tree National Park! Morgan (now Dylan), age 12, learning to rappel with her climbing instructor on Sunday the 26th of March. Gravity rocks!
Stepmother & stepdaughter grinning together in the desert.
At Joshua Tree looking across the California desert to the mountains beyond. March 02006.