Last night was chilly

Mornings like this

Night sky

Last year was a year I challenged my son alot and we walked the trails with headlamps in the darkness, I proud that he was able to enjoy something he was afraid of at the start. I did not think he was ready but he surprised me, glad I gave him the chance to challenge himself.

Tranquility

It was so quiet that morning except for the loons

Slowing down

I am going to import a year of photos from my phone into lightroom and edit some i just have not even seen. Things like this will find its way here. Northern lights sometime this past year.

Geometry dash

Geometry dash is a game my nephew once played is what I remembered about it until one day my Son started to play it, my Son would play lots of little phone games so this was nothing new, they come and go and nothing stuck until Geometry dash. My Son would play video games from morning until night if allowed.

Over the course of 4-5 months he kept playing the same game and the same levels and failing all the time, he would lose his patience and get angry until get was told to get off the phone. Usual stuff, but I saw a way to get through to him, I asked him about the game 2 months ago and he explained how he needs to fail so much to understand the level and in failure he would learn success by trying so many times. I was like wtf is this golden nugget he just said to me in my mind. I said that sounds alot like life, you need to fail at experience to gain awareness and achieve personal success. That failure is not failure, failure happens is when you stop trying.

I installed the game that day and decided to invest in something for him, that game is hard and it makes me feel old, you need microseconds of reaction to best a level. I sucked and wanted to put it away, i did not and i was able to over time beat a few levels and my Son celebrated with me. It was a bonding moment he created when I followed his passion.

Now back to main point there is a level called dash he has tried over 2k times, you fail in seconds, and last night he beat it not for the first time but 3 times in a row, he was stuck on this level for months and now its easy.

After we celebrated I compared this experience to awareness and how when you achieve a new goal you see the world differently and now things that were hard are not. Just like 4 months and 2k tries and over 100k jumps now are made effortlessly and seamless.

I have been in conflict with his love of games but once i accepted he loves them and decided to be supportive shit like this can happen. Before this I would onlY complain without any suggestions myself. Not my best moments as a Father.

His birthday is in a week and it is all geometry dash merchandise, last night i took a shirt out and gave it to him. I said when ever you see this shirt I want you to remember the dedication and focus you put into your goal and to be proud of accomplishing His goals.

I love how He can teach me when I allow it.

My story to tell looks like somewhat like this

Cutting through the clouds

Children, not adults are the keys to the future.

I want to do a series on the innocence of children. I don’t believe in adults anymore. They are the problem imo. I believe in the Children of this world. Adults are hypocrites and liars and self excusing their own shit behaviours. Kids know when they were lied too. I still remember and so do you. Live through the eyes of a child if you want to find contentment.

Nachos and meditation

Nachos are my favorite, poverty nachos are my goto. So simple (accept it) with restaurant style sour cream. Omg.

So anyways, there is a local pub that makes donair nachos. It is really good, like you want to tip more as a thank you for being so great. My Son and I go down there to split that all the time. So we went last night and i have some leftovers in my fridge and I was trying to meditate this morning, well, that did not go so well. I just could not stop thinking about nachos, no matter what i tried, so i accepted it, love you nachos. :)

Weevil and the dandelion

At the time I thought i was tracking a tick, i remember my heart racing for i hate ticks obviously. It was 5-10 seconds and 4 shots. One worked.

Wasps and bee’s

I have taken so many pictures that I have hardly slowed down to appreciate or properly edit them.

Stigma and anther of a tulip

I so love to share these

So tiny that if you blinked you may miss it

Linking your thinking

I use an app called obsidian. It is a database to my life. I take knowledge from anywhere. Say a book, I will convert a chapter at a time in grok amd grok has a command to give me the chapter in a summary, keynotes and take aways from the chapter.

I read it and hit key words with hashtags or links to other places in the database.

In this example i use another meditation app and while i listen to the daily lessons i transcribe it and easily import in Obsidian.

So it really is cool to me to type in any keyword i want more information on by searching a word and all my resources are there. The longer i do it the better it will become. On year two now and I used dozens of times a day.

Tulip

Has so much grace. Grand design if you know how their systems pollinate.

Parenting is a cheat code

I feel like a I got off the phone in the 1980’s from the Nintendo power hot line on my dad’s credit card with oil heat on at 25 degrees Celsius. This type of truth is one that makes you cool with your peers. Life made me not cool over time, lol.

I now pay attention to how my Son annoys me and I’ll meditate on how thats me or affecting me. Cause omg it somehow is lol. I unravel it and find gems of personal truth here for personal growth.

I go further and talk to myself and have answers given back to me in how to handle it. The only question truly is am i man enough to drop them and do the hard work (manly voice insert here, preferably Australian cowboy) or become a shallow excuse i once was?

This flower is small like a square inch total maybe, when i zoom in i see spider webs and a mess of things, dirt and goo, i also see pollen and in this natural mess I see potential and beauty and hope. Pollen is my personal connection to hope and why i want to respect it. But shit photographing things invisible to eyes with cataracts hasnt been easy.

Can i find the courage to seek this same attitude towards myself please? I have pollen as a symbol of hope? Through it all someone will say this hope is the best ive ever seen. Our flowers will hopefully bloom in passion. And change us if we want to blossom in growth and awareness.

Life to me is everywhere I want it to be. (Capital period)

Nature in all it’s entirety

I struggle with balance at times like I want everyone to be successful. But that isnt really real. I sometimes view humanity like a massive ocean, like a huge ocean of people shoulder to shoulder paralyzed of movement and to get that breath of air out of your watered down lungs is to push two heads down below the water level.

Here success is having to push two heads down for you own oxygen.

I do like nature for it teaches me alot through observation. In life you need to accept the good with the bad, or better to accept all and modify the plan accordingly.

A moth seeking a sleep in a primrose flower during the day.

With the good there is bad. Here the bad is nourishment, or merely only our skewed perceptions of nature. It has always been nature with or without us.

Buttered chicken

Buttered chicken is so so good. Like energize my soul good. I always feel warm and happy after i have some.

Afraid of the dark

Well not really. It was the dark in the woods. I mostly solo hike and it was always nerve racking for me to be in the woods alone in the dark.

So I made a point to do it until it wasnt a fear. Ever watch a sun go down so far you see the last kiss of that days light? Every noise makes you hyper aware. I love being in zone of experience.