Blog Post Title One
It all begins with an idea.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.
Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.
Blog 2 Gary
My walk began with a desire to re-create the childhood adventures I had had with my buddies walking old logging roads in the little logging town of Coos Bay Oregon. After living in Los Gatos California for many years I was driven to find a location to repeat my childhood experience. I was directed by a neighbor to a steep road and finally a gate to a trail. My initial fantasy was to walk up this steep road and walk the trail to the top where I could hike for miles along a relatively flat ridge line. My fantasy was quickly dispelled as I found the trail only stalled on the up in a couple places and then quickly elevated. I now had my adventure and all the cardio exercise I could ever desire. I kicked myself a bit for not having found this trail sooner in life as I was now in my late 50s. However I was soon back on the trail and walking with the adventurous spirit in which I had walked in Coos Bay.
A few years passed and though I loved hiking the trail alone I had the desire to share the experience. I was blessed by Mark’s desire for knowledge and the trail became the ground for the depth of our transformative walk. I will never forget introducing Mark to the road and finally the gate and his startled response to the steepness of only arriving at the entrance: “this is where it STARTS?”
This is where it starts. As you walk with us we hope it brings up your own desire and spirit for adventure and transformation.
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Blog 2 Gary
Blog Post Three
It all begins with an idea.
TRANSFORMATON
My life is committed to transformation. It’s was originally motivated due to the emptiness of my childhood. The benefit of spending so much time alone as a child created an awareness and hunger to understand life most would never know nor chose. The emptiness seemed to follow me until I began working on my Master’s Degree at age 35. It was during this time that I received a pointed message from my professor (Note: see Morgan Yamanaka MSW) His simple truth became a guiding force for all I do in my life and most especially in my private practice. In the quiet of writing this I just had that realization reinforced. Once again I find gratitude for my ability to be present and thus be able to hear an echo from the past. I appreciate him for his kick in the ass. When a man speaks his truth (especially an elder man) from the heart it can be a strong catalyst for transformation. I offer my truths throughout as a desire to inspire your transformative process.
I will describe much of the pain and the gifts as you read the book. I find that much wisdom comes to me in the quiet of my or our walks. Sometimes I will comment to myself “why didn’t I think of that before”. An awareness that only came to me due to the quiet. That is why I hope you take time to be still as you walk the trail with us. Silicon Valley where I live seems to have no tolerance for quiet. May you read our book in the quiet and allow the possibilities of sudden awareness speak to you
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Blog Post Four -No Father No Mother - The Gift
It all begins with an idea.
No Father No Mother – The Gift
7/21/23
I was probably four years old when my father died. I distinctly remember my mother standing in our little apartment kitchen crying and standoffish telling me that I didn’t understand and that my father was dead. The message was clear. I can’t be here for you.
I don’t believe it was long after that she told me I couldn’t keep playing inside and had to go out. I was told to go make friends but not leave the block.
I began to wander around the front of our apartment building and feeling puzzled as to what I was supposed to do. An older boy came along one day with another boy. He said there was going to be a fight and we should be prepared. He gave each of us a gift. The fighters never appeared and I never saw the boys again.
Something happened for me in that brief encounter. I felt a sense of hope that maybe I didn’t have to live in this void. Maybe I belonged to something and I didn’t have to feel alone. Maybe this is what my mother wanted. Meeting those boys had a lasting impression. It was like something magic happened out of nowhere. It was a launching point of sorts, perhaps an early initiation.
Yes I wanted for a mother and father but this was a powerful feeling of belonging. I was determined to seek more of it. I call it spontaneous connection. I was so hungry for connection it was natural for me to approach others with an open heart. I hadn’t learned any reason not to.
To this day I seek spontaneous connections.
I find a sense of pleasure and magic connecting with strangers. The trail is no exception. Nature provides a sort magical venue. I have met business execs, operating room nurses, musicians, teachers, mental health workers, neighbors etc. I gather their stories and feel the sense of belonging. The value is far beyond Mark and I.
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