A Good Citizen Realignment in Central Oregon.
I’m in Costa Rica for this very reason
Nature matters for mental health
"It is essential to realize there are things in this world that can never be subject to the whims of odious tyrants masquerading as philanthropists. Nature and her laws don’t obey any white paper agendas of Oligarchs or social engineers or their parasitic foundations. Nature will always be the wisest teacher we have because she is the oldest, and she is untouchable. If we let her wisdom guide us by staying closer to her, we will be well served to negotiate any internal or external turmoil that comes our way."
Absolutely gorgeous paragraph, and a gorgeous post in general. I take so much solace in the fact that the control the control freaks want just really isn't technologically possible to them.
Have you ever seen Alone in the Wilderness or read any Dick Proenneke?
I think you would find it extremely therapeutic in the "between times" when you are not in nature.
A phrase has been bouncing around in my head for the past month or two: food for the soul. I’m happy you found some for yourself. : )
Sweet. Nature unsoiled shows the beauty of God’s handiwork—that’s why it touches us so deeply.
Thanks. I feel bad children have relatively little opportunities compared to growing up in the 70&80’s. We’d be outside until dark. & if we did something wrong, the neighbors would tell our parents
Rural Oregon is special majik. Outside Portland, Eugene and Corvalis, Oregon is an incredible place!
I remember well the view prior to my first landing in Portland, an early September morning, not a cloud in the sky, and the peaks of St. Helens, Hood, Adams, Rainier, Jefferson, and the Three Sisters on the different horizons with a massive river flowing through it. It looked like heaven.
I also remember the then-gubernator, McCall I recall, putting up billboards on northbound I-5 from the southern border; "Don't Californicate Oregon."
That was 47 years ago. And obviously didn't work.
Truth never changes.
(I still believe "little people" secretly living around Mt. Jefferson ;) )
Excellent! Look past those who demand attention to the ever present nature that warrants attention. I'm happy you're restored by a return to your roots. The problem with the current obsession with diversity and integration of peoples is the abandonment of the nature from which they issue.
Dear T. Goode,
You always sounded fine by me. Great men/women carry great weight. It's just the way it is.
When I read how you wrote so sentimentally about fly fishing, I immediately thought of that excellent movie & was gonna send you a clip.
But I see
The Stream of Things.
I got to get back to mowing, but this Piece with its Scenery echoes brightly.
Glad to hear that you had an opportunity to recharge your batteries, Good Citizen. Nature does have a way of soothing the soul. You can take all that you said about the California migration and all of it's horrors and apply it to some parts of Texas also. I worked construction in the Austin area for many years, and it was in the 80's when the first wave appeared, and the common brag was that they could buy 2 houses here for the money they sold their California dream "nightmare" for. Now, the entire Austin area and much of the I-35 corridor from Dallas to San Antonio is essentially unlivable for any normal person. Which is why this guy left the insanity behind for the cabin's front porch in the woods of a part of Texas that hasn't yet been sullied.
Hope you can get back to the river often.
Beautiful photos! I have never been to Oregon due to Karenland Portland, but put Deschutes on my list.
One of your best written pieces, pure poetry. The pictures take my breath away. That river must be a magical place. It sure inspired you to write from the heart. Thank you for sharing it!
Oregon is red.
Cheating is how Demonrats win.
My daughter just returned from a vacation trip with my future son-in-law and they had visited Haystack Rock. She sent pictures when she was there and it looked beautiful. She is from the midwest and loves the mountains. She told me the worst part of their trip was when they visited a friend in Portland. I believe her words were "That it sucked" and she mentioned the filth and drug addicts. I think as she is getting older she is starting to realize what happens when the 'snowflakes" you mentioned in your previous article start to take over. Made me kind of proud that my little girl is finally seeing what happens in the real world!!! Linking as usual @https://nothingnewunderthesun2016.com/
I'm an Oregonian, too. My wellspring of sanity is Nature as well. It also helps to recover from "compassion fatigue" and avoid "victim blaming". Our pea-brains aren't all that conscious, AND being the evolved Top Predator species on the planet, we (intentionally or not) do much harm and insufficient healing. Be careful. All "liberals" aren't hypocritical, confused fools; all "conservatives" are not exemplary good citizens. In fact, I've found them to be narrow-minded, hypocritical, control-freak, bullies.
This "civilization" is changing so fast, over-populated with so many unhealthy, undereducated, frightened misfits, and led by predatory psychopaths in elite gangs of international organized crime. Big trouble everywhere. Remember life is a miracle, however unpleasant. Be kind, or even loving, to your friends, family and community . Your heart will beat longer and you can die relieved, humble, grateful.
Sorry, didn't intend to spout off like that. The plandemic, altersex obsession and social stupidity get my goat, too. But I'm an old, unsuccessful idealist, multicultural tree-hugger from the Rogue Valley. Some things you say sound really reactionary and scary.
You should have eaten that trout. I spent a lot of time in the Adirondack forest in Northern NY state as a boy scout. We hunted , caught and ate all kinds of things. For me the most important lesson i learned from nature is that all our modern conveniences are intended to hide and obfuscate the fact that we are mere footnotes in this multi billion year cosmic saga. We have lost the reverence and appreciate for the tragic dimension of life.
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely Players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His Acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.“