Thank you for Reading Return to One
I hope that you are enjoying the book so far. It cracks me up to think about how my modesty spent YEARS trying to make this a novel. The extent of serendipitous flukes that allowed for Diane and I to land in the right place at the right time to have aligned with her allegedly dead father... It just seemed like too much for people to believe me, so I decided to add a few nuggets of proof to show just how real this experience was and IS... (PHOTOS COMING OF PENDLETON NEWS CLIPS ETC)
Because this event was such a huge pivot-point in my growth. I felt it had to be shared with the world. More than that, that baby Andraya (now 23) needed to accept my sharing this story with the woman woven into her DNA. I'll never forget the agony I felt when having to explain that her mother took her life.
Suicide is a very sensitive subject for me. I'd considered it, her mom actually completed it, and a week before I wrote this entry, a friend of my second daughter ended her life at 15. It pains me, and was likely no coincident that the guest speaker at my next Rotary meeting enlightened me to it being the 10th largest cause of death in recent US statistics.
The fuel to this book were the four visions that I had. Little did I know at the time, that those visions were a direct response for God to show me his face, shortly a loving dog prevented my own suicide. I would not have had the last 36 years of an AMAZING life, were it not for that dog nudging me when he did. I want, more than anything, to be that force of Love that can nudge the prevention of another Soul's demise.
I wanted to subtitle this book "Keeping God's Promise" but currently worried that my target audience - "people who doubt as I did, what lies behind the curtain of this Illusion" might not want it open on a plane. The mindset of an otherwise rational person who is about to take their own life, is that of separation. It happens at a time when bigger Truths must be gently trickled in, and not guilting them with excessive religion.
Connection must come from understanding. An understanding relationship cannot come from one who lacks empathy. Empathy, combined with conviction is the driving force that has me craving a broader reach.
This is a topic that I hope to invest more time on, but for now - I want to THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR - with one of my many "Poetic Platitudes".
There is a poet within me that always seems to summarize my big questions with rhythmic verses. I jokingly call it "Dr. Seuss for the Soul", since it has become a medicinal release for my creativity. As you've likely discovered by now, I set out to be the next Ansel Adams, scenic photographer. Really original, right? Well, I also have a need to earn from my creativity. (parenting four kids and all...) Just the same, I love to share my verbal rhythm so I'm parking them here, on their own per-chapter page as my Thank you for reading and sharing Return To One.
The photo titled "Mystic Beach" was my first Kodak Gallery Award, which hung at the Epcott Center in Orlando Florida. More than that, it was the first time in years I'd done any photography for myself. While I was living in Albany Oregon, the grass seed field burning nearly swelled my eyes shut. After my visit to the emergency room for an allergy shot, I was advised to drive to the coast until it kicked in. It was much cooler in Lincoln City, and as you can see in the image, the fog turned the 3pm sun into a perfect circle.
There is not a single image that I'll be sharing, that did not come with an inner Knowing at the time I clicked the shutter. The bird, lifting above the horizon could not be seen when I was ready to shoot. Blended into the silhouetted waves, I still feel my awe after chanting "lift, lift, lift..." as it glided upward toward the man below. It was film, there was no looking at image, but you'd think I had. I felt an unimaginable Pang that I was connecting to what I saw here. that larger forces were with me that day.
That same bird became the controversy over this print not receiving a perfect 100 from all five judges. Two of them insisting that I "Photoshopped" that bird in there. "It's too perfect". I was not present to tell them I hadn't even heard of Photoshop (yet, in 1997). Just the same, it attracted it's share of awards, and this appeasing reply to the judge that informed me of the debate. "I may have only gotten a 96, but God got a hundred!" I was not confident enough to tell him how I really believed I got that bird in the picture.
Thanks again for reading, and sharing a story that I've always known I was to share with others to help them find deeper Truth in their own lives. May this or another upcoming chapter be the right message, at the right time, to show you just how interconnected we all are.
Mist in my eyes,
Sun dimmed to low,
A lone thought consumes me,
Where did my life go?
At birth it was now –
No worries, no crime.
I played with my feet,
Unaware of the time.
Today I walk slowly,
Tired of the race.
What’s past?, What’s future?,
Now is my new place.
A busy old mind,
Still packs the boy “me”,
Youth is oblivious -
This too shall they be.
As human, always longing
It’s an endless pursuit.
My Soul has now proven,
It’s just a skin suit.
With each heel-to-toe
I’m one with the beach
I always have Now,
Within my minds’ reach.