Wednesday, July 18, 2012


New adventure this morning...I decided to ride my bike to seek out a location for caffeine and contemplation. It seemed like a great idea at the time. Actually, in the long run, if I keep at it, it will become a great idea...right now it's just a bit more work than I had intended. Most know that we are now on month 5 of our journey into living without car ownership. For the most part, it has been a great life adjustment. Mostly it means more miles on my running shoes and more miles on the Metro. Now that we finally hit summer, it's more miles on our bikes. You could say that we are reframing our lives somewhat. It demands more intention. It demands more creativity. It really demands more effort. Last night it seemed to be a great idea to take a ride for my time away this morning. This morning, my legs were indicating that I should rethink the plan. And...I'm embarrassed to admit, this was on a relatively flat ride over. It was one of those routes that you drive on hundreds of times, never realizing that it was a hill at all...until you need to pedal up it. Considering that I live on a peninsula that is basically a hill rising out of Puget Sound, I have little room to complain. I know that one day, after intentional effort and an undetermined number of rides over these roads, i will Be better off for it. However, i can tell you, that day is not today. I'm not complaining, my legs are. But after some caffiene and coffee cake, they have learned to relax a bit. Reframing your life is difficult...and I'll admit that I have relatively little to adjust in comparison to many that I encounter. My own meager attempts have helped me realize how hopelessly far from balanced many people are and how incredibly high the mountain must appear to those who need to climb it. Some minor health issues have caused me to consider the real need to reframe my life. What about those who have long passed minor? What must their hills look like? It's my opinion that many of us can't even really point to the moment when our lives came out of alignment. Some have obvious traumatic events that push us one way or another, but for most of us, it happens more gradually. It's like a car. Sometimes you hit the big pothole that can alter the very structural integrity. Most times, it is the accumulation, over time, of bumps and jolts. One day you wake up and realize that no matter how hard you try to center it, the car is always pulling one way or the other. If you are not good at the preventative maintenance stuff, inevitably you'll find yourself in the shop, with a decent portion of your livelihood going towards a realignment. One observation from all of the above. The preventative stuff needs to be intentional, it needs to be scheduled, it can be inconvenient...but ultimately you will be better off for it.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Usually I have a title before I even have a post...not this morning. It's been a long time coming though...this post I mean. About 6 weeks ago I put down all of my social media outlets in an attempt to wrestle at least a corner of my life back. That happened to include this blog. One thing that I will add here is that I have found some great relief by nearly eliminating Facebook from my radar. I have returned to "tweeting" on occasion and posting a few pastoral artist related items to FB but that is about all. I discovered what I had already thought to be true... Status updates are not something that I generally want to be tied to and they certainly aren't helping my outlook on humanity. Jumping from the social media train has come in the midst of some serious redefining of my life, priorities, and aspirations. I'm trying to forge a new outlook on life. Better yet, in pastoral artist terminology, I'm trying to allow myself to be more moldable in the hands of the Potter. Another contributor was a two day stay with the fine people of a local cardiac care unit and the ensuing forced R&R (rest and reexamination) that can come with that. The good news from that adventure is that a. I have a heart and b. it is in great shape. In fact I think that it even "grew 3 sizes that day". I've been told that I need to dial it down a I am. I've been referred to another set of doctors to track down whats ailing I'm going. My wife has suggested Yoga as an outlet...I don't know if I'm that far gone yet. Stay tuned. Another good thing of late has been my earlier mentioned loss of vehicles and our joining the walking/bussing/biking/zip car culture. What a wonderful thing that has been. If you had asked me, on the day I turned 16 and got my license and first car, what would be the one thing that I could never do without ever again, I would have definitely said "wheels". I lived my first 16 years waiting for my license. I've been using it ever since...and not just to write checks Notice that I didn't say I waited my first 16 years to drive...just something left of my grandfathers legacy. Anyway, what a great unexpected freedom this has become for us. Who knew that you could live quite well, save money, and the environment without 4 wheels and a gas tank? We are a bit amused at how people perceive this as detrimental to our well being. So don't weep for us, we are getting along quite nicely thank you. I'm sure that one day we will wander onto a car lot (walking of course) and subject ourselves to the absurd dance of the dealer and drive away with 4 more wheels and a gas tank. I'm also pretty sure that the longer people think tha we can't survive this culture the longer i will be happy to prove them wrong. By the way, and this will only make sense to this who have been reading from my earlier days of blogging, in my new life God has granted me the pleasure of discovering one of those long lost chairs that I was so fond of in my seat by the beach. And guess how I found it ... By taking the bus to another Starbucks on the other side of town.