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MORNING WALK: Griffy Creek trail.

August 28, 2026

Early this morning, 7-year-old “puppy” Scampi and I drove ten minutes north to Griffy Lake, and took the “Hiking Trail” (which goes up a hill and down), and part of the “Griffy Creek” trail. Had fun. Took pics.

I knew I needed to get back in the forest. To feel the generous spacious blessing in the presence of trees, all invisibly conjoined, underground, feeding each other nutrients. I knew I had to remember that we humans are also trees, rooted Below, open to the surround, seeking the mysterious Above; for when we DO manage to halt, for a few moments — or even a few minutes (if we’re lucky) — that frantic busy bee monkey mind, or I should say, feel through the barrier monkey mind presents, to deeply sense our own mysterious bodily interior, that spacious presence in which our bodies, each one like a tree, an antenna for Earth, is enveloped, like a prayer, a blessing — then my forest walk would bear fruit.

Which it did. It always does. Always.

And of course, I couldn’t help but stop and reverently place my forehead on one of the tall standing trees, remain there for nearly a minute, until the usual incipient dizziness pushed me back.

Some photos. Shown in chronological order.

 

Here we are having already taken the trail to the top of the hill, the morning light hinting: yes, follow the trail east!

Here we are going along the top of the trail, the forest light-filled.

Here we are, at the top, with Griffy Creek down below. Notice BTW, the small, nearly lime green space in the middle of the photo. Even before I took it I wondered: what is this? Well, it turns out it is part of the creek, below, though it looks like it’s elevated. Strange. Of course, I go through my usual wondering: do we exist in some kind of simulation?

By this time we’re on our way down the other side, and have been weaving through massive destruction on both sides of trail. I wonder, some kind of straight-line, massive wind that accompanied one of the recent thunder storms? A tiny dericho? There were times on this section of the trail that I felt “lost,” given that the usual landmarks were no longer present, the partly recent destruction had upended my sense of familiarity.

Beautiful mushrooms at base of big tree. What kind?

Here we are,  along the creek, nearly the finish line.

 

 

 

Overall, I must tell you: GRATITUDE IS MY ATTITUDE

August 28, 2026

Note: Though I didn’t ever vibe with Dolly Parton, I can sure see why people did. And have a feeling that her childhood trauma was so egregious that she was easily MK Ultra mind controlled. Which, more and more, does seem to be a precondition for fame of any kind. Very sad.

Meanwhile, this morning, I was busy appreciating the internet, rather than my usual judgmental posture knocking it. Everything we could possibly wish for, in terms of mind-stuff, at our fingertips! For example, I couldn’t help but skim this wonderful list, bookmarked a few days ago. The fact that it suddenly appeared on Twitter/X in another language doesn’t matter. This list will serve me and millions of others as a curriculum until kingdom come!

Though it may seem like whatever comes up on screen is bashing whatever “seems to be” good, sometimes there really IS good; in fact, I’d say that most of us are really good people. Here’s a great little story, about a young man who actually trusted prisoners, and they proved worthy of his trust. Amazing.

https://x.com/mertmetindev/status/2091146828137791887?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

Yes, read the signals . . . Stay open!

This morning, in my usual tending towards frantic state, while backing out into the street I almost hit a parked car. I say almost. Because my car came within a hair’s breath of hitting it. Not because I realized, just in time — no. A mysterious signal from nowhere suddenly electrified my body and brain: STOP!

How can I NOT trust the universe, when this keeps happening to me? This just-in-time avoidance of something that, in my volatile, distracted state, I almost collided with. Given how unpredictable my ongoing Uranus Return (after nearly 84 years) is, likely I’ve been assigned extra angels, just to make sure I don’t blow it.

So thank you, thank you!

GRATITUDE IS MY ATTITUDE.