Just Be Outside...Just Be

This has been the hardest blog to write.  It was supposed to be my introductory blog...that blog turned into Ishmael.  This was supposed to be my follow-up blog, but that turned into something else.  This was supposed to be the introduction to "Things I like"....that blog I just failed at doing.

I pulled my second chute with that blog.

What are pet peeves but First World Problems.  That was supposed to be a title.  I bet that title would've won me blogger of the year award. That reminds me of a funny conversation I had with a good friend today.  The Governor's nephew also makes me smile...I need to figure out how to write about that.

I'd rather tell you, the reader, (mom, dad and Uncle Dana) about things I like.  I'd rather write about things I like than talk about things I don't like.

The moon moved past Nebraska and it made a lap around those cold Dakota hills.
Angels danced on Jacob's stairs.There was a silence in the bad lands and over Kansas the whole universe was still.
A single hawk burst into flight and in the east the whole horizon is in flames.
I feel the thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
and I hear the prairies calling out your name.

Once had a sky pilot tell me that Rich Mullins was too nature focused.  He called it humanistic philosophy.

I guess.  Don't mind too much about sky pilots.  In general I don't mind about too much.  It's probably my Libertarian bent, but I figure you can do your thing and I'll do mine.

I don't mind being a product of two "wannabe" hippies and Jimmy Carter's failed economic policy.  I still giggle at the fact that I have an Eagles record...the big black round thing...with my mother's signed name when she changed it.  I don't mind being a child of two people who understood freedom and saw Reagan's Bright Shining City.

I don't really mind too much.

What I like:

I recharge my batteries outdoors.

That's a harsh segue, but you're going to get that in this blog...it's my most failed blog and the one I need to get published.

I'm tired of it sitting in draft status staring at me like a failed lover.

Saturday was a beautiful day.  Temps mid 70's and a cool south eastern breeze.

We were pig hunting.

Pig are an invasive species in Texas...no limit...there is no quarter given.

Didn't see a single pig.

What we saw:

Two deer came in to feed.  Beautiful creatures and very tasty.  Looked to be about 2 years old.  They weren't totally alert and it must be because the rut has long gone.  During deer season they remind me of my wife.  Head on a swivel so they don't get suddenly mated.

In Texas we try to spread the rut out over a month versus the 10 days in most places.  It helps with deer longevity, keeping food on the table and in general why we're #1.

I forgot my Independence Day post for Texas.  I must be getting soft.

Hawks riding thermals and killing rabbits.

Cardinals eating corn off the ground.

Coyotes calling at dusk.  Strange call, it sounds very lonely.  I wished I had my raspy critter call.

Being outside is different.  It's a place where you need to actually be and you don't need to be.  Verbs and adverbs.  I used to hate doing that in school.

You can sit back and lose yourself and soak it in or you can focus and lose yourself.  It's a place where you are the apex predator or just the visitor.

When I'm outside I feel like God (big g) is talking just to me.  We come full circle to the humanistic part.

Being outside is good for the soul.  The city, the noise, the STUFF takes everything.  Nature gives back.  Nature lets you take...I've got a freezer full of venison...it doesn't care.

Come be or come and be.

I'm going to go watch "Catching Fire" with Ms. Marvel...hopefully it wets her appetite for real sci-fi which was the segue into things I like the whole time.