Misreading the tea leaves

a retreat is better than charging off the cliff

What appears to be an answer to a prayer may not always be so. When taking a second look reveals the precipice ahead, I have learned it is better to step back and regroup. On Saturday Buff, the Charolais-Angus bull, refused to load giving me time to rethink the plan.

The horses, Jack and Bebe, had settled into being with the herd and were thoroughly enjoying grazing on the 40+ acres. They pranced about with such delight. Jack discovered the pond, taking a dip and later showing it to Bebe. What an abundance of natural beauty surrounded them!

From housemate Jay I learned which side of a T-post should face out to provide maximum tension and how to use a nail to twist a clip around barbwire securing it. From Nick I learned greater patience with the animals allowing them to signal when it was right to go forward.

Yet there was an underlying river of conflict, being held at bay by the newness of the relationships. Despite money paid and horses on the ground, the way was clear. Loading the horses for the second time in less than a week was easier than the first time. On halter Bebe nudged Jack from behind to take the next steps.

And for the first time I experienced the exhilaration of transporting both Jack and Bebe in the trailer. As we were driving off, Nick advised thinking of having an egg-shell underneath the accelerator pedal, which is exactly what I did.

Now, like the Shogun, when no move is preferable to all the alternatives, we wait for time to reveal a better way.

Journalism will endure

 not as currently practiced but transformed  

(Please note: The Brahma and me has fostered a new blog site, Eco_opine+, that will carry persuasive opinion pieces.)

With all due respect to Apple CEO Steve Jobs for what he has done for Internet connectivity with innovative products, I must disagree with his sentiments on blogging.

As reported by Sharon Waxman in The Wrap News on June 2, Jobs told those gathered at the annual AllThingsD conference that he did not want to see us “descend into a nation of bloggers”.

I would turn Jobs’ statement on its head and extend it: I look forward to seeing us ascend into a nation of bloggers and beyond to include the global community.

Envision, for a moment, a world of people communicating through the likes of twitter and the blogosphere in cooperating to deliver resources during natural disasters, famine and even threats we have yet to encounter—getting word to one another instantly, in real time! This has already occurred and will continue with ever increasing frequency.

In viewing what others have to say on the Internet, I am continually surprised by the intelligent and insightful discussions, the humanity and compassion, as well as the wealth of talent in the arts and sciences.

That is what is so exciting about social media. It has opened the lines of communication much like the invention of the printing press.

On one thing Jobs and I agree: “Democracy depends on a free, healthy press.” Journalism will inevitably change with the increasing presence of social media giving voice to more individuals. Rather than being the voice of a few, it will be the voice of many, many of them bloggers.

With the venue comes democracy—not a representative democracy but a true democracy. There will always be a place for investigative reporting, and it will exist alongside news brought to the world instantaneously.

And this Internet Revolution will far surpass the Industrial Revolution in influence and transformation, like the moth into the butterfly. Indeed, it could be argued that it already has.

Sorrow, deep sorrow

in every sinew

Through the news updates on BP’s month-long attempts and failure to stop the mile deep oil well from flooding the ocean with crude south of the United States, I am reminded of a school lesson taught to me half a century ago warning of the need to develop alternative energy sources using wind, solar and geothermal technologies.

If resources had been allocated 50 years ago, would we now be facing this monumental environmental disaster? I think not. Tears well up in me at the sight of oil soaked pelicans and word of the deaths of dolphins and other sea life, and there is the heavy feeling in my chest while holding my breath bracing for information that has yet to be revealed.

We, the world inhabitants in the developed world, have fallen far short of being good stewards of this earth with its delicate ecosystem. We must do better. We must.

As a rose opens

Long stemmed rose

A rose in bloom


 it draws,

 then reflects light

Given a long stemmed red rose Sunday I placed it in a vase on the stove. Each morning when I pour a cup of coffee my friend the rose greets me. So thirsty when first placed in water, one petal that drooped returned to hug the bud.

Throughout each day I have watched how the rose changes. Yesterday morning it was beginning to open and did so fully by evening. Glancing now at the rose which is rich and full, I am reminded of how fleeting and precious life is.

In my youth there was no time, or so I thought, to relax, open and be. Then I read Barry Stevens’ Don’t Push the River and others. Living in the present happened as flashes of light like a frog jumping from one lily pad to the next. Each landing brought a glimmer, another realization.

Only now do I savor each moment, each breath, all the joy, all the challenges and the mystery unfolding before me like the rose.