Father Spirit: the Messenger

A friend I made posted this:
http://www.advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=599162

In response to my friends note.

It often is (fun, you said you hoped I was having it) but often is it just business as usual. Definitely poses a challenge at times – this ascetic life I have chosen. I did learn to take down my tent while leaving the fly up recently. That made my accommodations a great deal less wet. It occurred to me while I was disassembling it in the rain for the 3rd day running… Setting it up one can’t but help get it drenched.

I often sacrifice what is important upon the alter of some supposedly “urgent” matter that manages to demand my attention… Better said I get distracted. Well despite the fact that my inbox is not empty I hope to pen a note.

I struggle to overcome some things and among them is quality: as the maxim goes “The great is the enemy of the good,” But Mr. Thomas – my headmaster from the Einstein School – says I ought to keep at it. I spoke with him and he assured me the words I write do not go out void. So without writing anything great I’ll say merely what I already have

B-)

Some pictures from the blueberry endeavor.

I worked with my friend Doyle back in Ketchikan and sell a delicious blueberry nut blend. Doyle offered me the use of his shop/restaurant as a way to add credibility. I printed out some flyers and such and it was an exciting effort. Though ultimately unfruitful financially, I’m glad to have given it a shot.

I ended up selling trolley rides to tourists getting off the cruise ships.

So I made a few more friends and one of them, Tom Fowler, hooked me up with a place to stay for a bit. He also has a rad PC and it read my cell phone’s microSD card. That means what you’ve all be waiting for… Pictures!!

That’s right we’ve got pictures from one cost to the other and up the west all taken on a crappie little cell phone camera B-) Perhaps having my camera stolen in Panama was providence. The camera sets real limits and after all operating within particular restraints was popular with most poets.

Mom said my tweets are confusing.

Looking out over ward cove I can hear water falling. I’m a bit thiristy, but a long way removed from either water source having hiked a 1,500ft elevation change. My perch atop Dude Mountain is 2,256 ft, which is not bad considering I’m on an small Island along Alaska’s inland waterway. Ketchikan became my destination through a series of events I took notes from… we’ll call it providence.

Just after being directed to Ketchikan by a fisherman as a good local for the trade, I was introduced to Tom’s friend Mark.

So I’m outside Seattle and crossing the border into Canada today. I’ve taken pictures and shot video but thought I should try and start sharing a bit in real time.

There is a stillness to the posture, pushing against the wind. A moment ago I left, a moment ago arrived.

Over 6,700 miles I’ve passed through the land or perhaps it has passed through me while I sit motionless.

-Jonathan

Que Pasa Amigos,

The volcanic rock is crumbly and steep as I skirt the island beyond its trodden path. I slip and strike my pack upon a stone, but manage not to slide. It gives me pause looking down the sheer face where some hundred feet below waves brake on sharp rocks, but I’ve heard the path to life is narrow and steep. I press on.

It feels good to be back out on a limb and supported in ways I could never plan. Hope carries me beyond where I’d think to go. I leave Denver the 23rd of March and with no knowledge of Spanish land in Panama city at 19:45.

Perched upon the brink I know peace
Potential beckons, and myself I fully release
Polished edge biting snow’s perfect grease
Playing with the borrowed power I increase

Reading the contours I apprise
Ready for each dip and rise
Wind in my eyes I lean into the prize
Soaring down, board and body flies

Perched upon the line I trace
Pushing, pressing curves down the face
Pumping the force owning the space
Life like this only by grace

Just for fun I flick and flirt
Then shifting back I fully revert,
Harnessing all of what I convert
My god have I ever been so a