Escape from the pressure cooker (Page 2 of 2)

I'd love to come in the summer time. 

The same is true about the further IN you go.  Inner city life like village life, shortens your vision, compacts your world and makes you focus on the stupidest crap.  Add a gene for violence to the mix of alcohol & drugs that enslaves some folks...well disaster follows.  Some of it is internal demons.  I've done my time.

Where I live now is VeryCool.  Single family homes, mixed neighborhood, very few rentals, streets are paved, some mixed marriages and kids, a gentlemen couple at one end and a lady couple across the street & up a little AND the Neighborhood is tight. Some rednecks live next door to some blacks and if anyone asks stupid questions, you know trying to start trouble, the only answer you'll get from either house is, "They're awright.  They don't bother me." 

Mess around when we know you don't belong here and all the men, some of the big dogs and a few of the women will be in the front yards eyeballing you. 

Oh yeah we have petty squabbles. That's just natural.  But the next day we hang.  The beach is 20 minutes over the bridge.  The river is 6 minutes away and the woods are ten minutes the other way.  If we don't wanna hang, our choice.  No hard feelings.  If somebody wants to move out, see ya!  I'm grateful to be here.

Perhaps your location has become your pressure cooker.  If not now, soon.  I worked hard on myself to make changes.  If it is to be, it's up to me.  It takes a different skill set to live in different cultures, yes, but the principles that make us real never change.

I'm really enjoying your posts, Teacher. 

Respect!

Jeff

Not anti people, friend.  Anti disease, drama and stupidity.  No time for it.  Comes with every culture.  Peace!

Thanks!  Happy New Year to you, too.

Beautiful pictures!  Nature restores my soul.
Thanks for sharing,

What do I do to escape?  I go out in the woods with a knife and set up camp.  I shoot archery and hone my bushcraft and tracking skills.  I try to live like my ancestors for a while.  Realigns my perception and liberates me. 

When you are hungry and cold, all the trivial things in life seem to get the volume turned down.  I usually emerge a new man with clear head.  Resurrected in the fires of Mother Nature/The Great Spirit/God/whatever name you give.  In that moment of rebirth, nothing can bother you.  No fear.  No distractions.  The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.  This is my way of religion, of spiritual rebirth, if you will.

"In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway."