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Penny L Howe's avatarThe Why About This

It is one Thing to learn and know a lesson.

Quite another thing to “Use it!” ~ Penny L. Howe

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We have so much potential – each and every single one of us on this planet of ours. Please listen to your heart,. Grow and learn, share and LOVE!

~ Penny

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What is a Life?

Live for something.  Do good, and leave behind you a monument of virtue that the storm of time can never destroy. Write your name in kindness, love, and mercy, on the hearts of thousands you come in contact with year by year; you will never be forgotten. No, your name, your deeds, will be as legible on the hearts you leave behind as the stars on the brow of evening. Good deeds will shine as the stars of heaven.  ~Chalmers~

I originally posted this two years ago and, although I have tweaked it, I think it is still a good question to ask ourselves.

What is a life?  What gives it meaning?  The answer to this question will be as unique as each of us is, different for everyone.  This was the question posed to me by a dear friend a few years back who was dying from a rare genetic disorder, one that neurologically was stealing her body from her bit by bit, a disease that no doctor would diagnose until after her autopsy was performed.  During her darkest times she would question her value to society, to her family and friends, and to herself, a legitimate question coming from a gifted artist and musician who had slowly lost the use of her body.  For those of us blessed to have known her, what she gave each of us grew exponentially as her illness progressed.

Those whose journey it is to experience a chronic illness may have the most to offer, particularly in the depth and breath of the valuable lessons they can teach us.  My beloved friend Barbara  (my anam cara) suffered greatly before she passed not quite two years ago.  Through all her suffering she wore the face of courage well and taught those honored to be her family and friends such meaningful life lessons.  At times I wished I could just sit by her side with a tape recorder so I could remember everything she shared with me, every last word. Her concern for the rest of humanity, both people and animals, her beautiful artwork, done on the computer by using only her big toe when her hands betrayed her, and how in tune she was with nature were truly inspiring.  I pray that I could have that same grace if faced with her struggles.

For us, living the gypsy life and traveling gives our life meaning, experiencing the beauty of new places and different cultures, meeting people who have become friends, touching lives and having others touch ours, breathing in nature and soaking in her spectacular vistas and nurturing solitude.  For others, happiness is the stability of a home base, feeling more anchored in a community. Our differences enrich those around us.

One observation Terry and I made, both in Costa Rica and Mexico, is that many locals residents we spoke to are truly happy, even with so very little of a material or monetary sense.  Values certainly appear to be different in developing and third world countries, where basic needs are often times out of reach.  This certainly makes a life take on a whole new perspective and was a constant reminder to us that happiness and a truly remarkable life can be made without a lot of “stuff”.

When I look around me, to those who have so little, to those in physical and emotional pain, given the state of the world at present, my hope and prayer for all of us is that we can find the meaning in our present experiences and share what we have to offer with others.  I have come to realize that being of service to others in small ways brings me great joy and that just may be my calling in this life.

We all walk this same earth together; better that we not be alone in our journey but rather reach out and take another’s hand.  What a beautiful life this could offer.

Below is a slide of some photos taken during our journey through this life.  Enjoy!

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Sun, Surf and Sea Air ~ Cardiff, CA

For a second year we are back to work as Camp Hosts at San Elijo State Beach and tomorrow begins the big work week.  Imagine if you will a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean at one of the best surfing spots on the West Coast and that is where our RV sits.  With near perfect temps, pounding surf to lull you to sleep at night, and intoxicating sea air, how can this be called work?  Yes, what we do classifies as work, but there is plenty of time for play and if we don’t get more than our fair share of exercise, shame on us.  We literally can walk or bike most any place we need to go, unless of course we want to head a few miles south to do more San Diego exploring, and we will be doing plenty of that.

For now I will leave you with a small sampling of the sights right outside our door:

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The Town That Man Could Neither Tame Nor Sustain ~ Bodie, CA

“And now my comrades all are gone; naught remains to toast.  They have left me here in my misery, like some poor wandering ghost.”  ~  unknown

1927 Dodge Graham sitting next to Bodie’s gas station

Bodie, the best preserved ghost town in California, perhaps even in the country, was once a bustling gold-mining town, but soon became the town that man could neither tame nor sustain, as you will soon see.

Approximately 75 miles southeast of Bridgeport, at an elevation of roughly 8400 feet, Bodie began her existence in 1859 after prospector W. S. Bodey discovered gold near Bodie Bluff.  Sadly he did not have the chance to see his namesake erected, as he lost his life in a blizzard before the town’s foundation was laid, or so the story goes.  And no, I did not misspell Bodey’s last name. Credit for the town’s name being spelled differently will have to go to the painter who erected the “Bodie Stables” sign.

Long, bumpy, dusty road leading into Bodie

As we have read in the history annals, times were tough back then, and Bodie was no exception, the extreme temperatures being one of the major obstacles – blazing hot in the summer, well below zero in the winter, with strong winds whipping across the plains.  If that were not enough reason to label life as challenging, just walking across Main Street could shorten your life, or at a minimum cause a debilitating injury thanks to the 65 saloons lining this mile-long street in her heyday.  Yep, Bodie was about as wild and lawless as they come.  Barroom brawls, shootouts, robberies and murders were commonplace and the red light district and opium dens were plentiful, debauchery enough to spread around!

Methodist church
Schoolhouse
Kitchen in “arrested decay”

Lest you think that this was all Bodie had going for it, not so.  At its peak, with about 10,000 residents, 2000 buildings in town, and the Standard Consolidated Mine running at full tilt, Bodie was a town of many amenities – a Wells Fargo bank, four fire stations, a railroad, several newspapers, miner’s union, and one jail (probably could have used a few more of these).   Telegraph lines connected Bodie with Bridgeport and Genoa, Nevada. Life looked promising or did it?

Standard Consolidated Mine

As early as 1880, when mining booms began developing in Butte, Montana, Tombstone, Arizona, and parts of Utah, the men of Bodie began to be lured away and Bodie’s reputation for being a rough-and-tumble booze-swilling town settled into that of a family community, with schools and two churches being erected. The Methodist Church still stands today and, should you have a mind to be wed in this ghost town, that can be accommodated.

Lovely cornices still remain
J. S. Cain residence

Bodie enjoyed a brief revival until ~1912, which was when the last newspaper was printed and the Standard Consolidated Mine followed the winding down of the town by closing its shafts in 1913.  The hardiest of souls stayed on through most of the 20th century.

Wells Fargo bank vault
Machine shop

Enter James S. Cain, a man intent on resurrecting Bodie.  He bought up much of the land around town but even this could not save her so instead he turned his attention to hiring caretakers to ensure Bodie’s buildings were not vandalized. Although only ~5% of the town’s buildings remain, his efforts may have had an impact in salvaging these.  Bodie could now be classified as the “real deal” Wild West gold-rush ghost town.

Peek into my window
Bodie hillside

Today Bodie is maintained by the California State Parks system. Self-guided tours allow you to peek into windows and walk through some of the buildings, which remain intact just as they were left, stocked with goods and personal family items, all in a state of “arrested decay“.  Wander into the Bodie Museum/Visitor Center and you will find many interesting artifacts, as well as a t-shirt you can buy that reads “Goodbye God, I’m going to Bodie”.  Legend has it that these very words were found in a young girl’s diary whose family moved her from San Francisco to Bodie.

Common homestead

I have read that there is still as much gold sitting underneath Bodie as has been removed.  Perhaps time for a resurrection?  Probably not as this is the town that man could neither tame nor sustain. 

View of Bodie from cemetery

Although we are no longer on our road trip and will be wintering in Southern California, I will be creating some posts from our past adventures, a little blast from the past. 

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Living with Compassion

As I walk along the beach in the early morning, all alone save for a few joggers, my mind goes to the issue of compassion.  It seems as long as I can remember, this is a trait that I could embrace.  The only piece missing for me at times was to come from a place of compassion for myself.  During those times when I could not find it within myself to lovingly embrace me, it seems I expended all my energy giving it to others and ended up drained, feeling empty.

I once felt that putting me first was an act of selfishness but I have found that this could not be further from the truth.  When I embrace myself, telling me I am good, kind and deserving of love, it seems my heart fills to the brim and I have so much to offer others, whether it be a merely a smile, hug, or a warm thought.

So why is it that some people we meet don’t seem to have the compassion “gene”? Our culture, experiences, traumas, our parents’ traumas, etc. all cause us to approach life differently.  Is compassion lost to those who have had these different experiences?  I believe compassion can be taught and we can be our own teacher.

Practicing mindfulness, I believe, is the first step to finding our compassion mojo. Breath-by-breath, in a non-judgmental way, we could begin by sending out a blessing to those we care about, then on from there to those we struggle with, and end with a blessing for ourselves.  Many meditation mantras are available or you can use your own words.  This is one approach and may be the easiest, as it is natural to send out positive energy to those we already care about, but not so easy to do so for more challenging folks and sometimes the most difficult to send the love back to ourselves.  Starting today, how about we all give ourselves a big hug first, knowing that we are good and kind, worthy of the love we give to others, then continue on to embrace those who we may see as different.  What have we got to lose? 🙂

Gossamer threads

emerging from the heart

embracing the globe

in an intricate web

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Some fragile

some strong

all carry messages

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Words filled with…

love

hope

promise

compassion

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Vivid images

beautiful to behold

reaching out

touching

heart connection felt.

 © LuAnn Oburn 2012

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