This practice is designed to help you learn to stay in the moment. Please feel free to share with anyone you know seeking enlightenment.
STEP ONE: have very little gas in your vehicle, preferably less than 1/8 of a tank (faulty gas gauges are extra helpful).
STEP TWO: go for a drive heading out into a remote area, the more remote the better (bonus if it’s mountainous).
STEP THREE: it’s imperative that you pass several gas stations along the way...just keep driving.
STEP FOUR: when you reach the point where you are looking at your gas gauge and the road signs for how many miles to the next town that might have a gas station, and estimating if you can make it, or not...
...this is where the exercise begins.
At this point, you can live in the future and worry if you’re going to make it to the next station. Or you can live in the past and have regret that you didn’t stop at the last station to fill...
...but in this moment, you have gas, your vehicle is running fine, and Tom Petty is playing on the radio. In this moment, life is good.
You can’t control the future or change the past, so turn up the radio, light a cigar, roll down the windows and enjoy the drive.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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The conversation I would like to hear happening at our southern border: Border Patrol Officer: “Welcome to the United States of America. How may I help you?” Asylum Seeker: “We would like to apply for asylum in this country.” BPO: “Oh, I’m sorry that you felt you had to leave your home and family to do this. Please, come with me and we’ll start the application...."
“Liberté” is how Josef described his life to me, distilling it down to a single word. As he said it a second time, he lifted his hands, palms up, toward the sky and faced the sun, smiling, “Liberté.”
The first time I heard Navajo spoken as a natural course of conversation was in Holbrook, Arizona. I was in an art gallery that sold various Indian art. The owner, Nakai, spoke to one of the locals, who dropped by, in his native tongue. He sold me a ring in English.
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