Live In Each Moment

Live In Each MomentLive In Each Moment!

“Be aware of the tremendous value of being alive. When you realize the great treasure that lies in every second of life, you will experience the great joy that is inherent in each moment. This awareness will motivate you to utilize each moment to its fullest”

~ Rabbi Chayim Zaitchyk

Peace,

MAD

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Is Love Even Real?

Is Love Real

MAD Hippies Life Dream Lake Rocky Mountain National ParkWhat the hell is love anyway? How does one find their soul mate? Is love even real?

I’ve seen, read and heard those questions over and over throughout the years and quite honestly have never thought about them myself. I guess I just don’t get it. It’s as if we have turned love into a science instead of the art form that it should be. And, in that case, I’d have to say love is a dying art.

Perhaps people just try too hard to make it happen, when, if you ask me, love is one of those things that just happens. It’s as natural as the human existence.

Debbie and I weren’t looking for love when we met in April of ’82, and, as a matter of fact, weren’t even interested in love, much less a relationship. We were just floating day to day trying to get through some, well, rather interesting times. Needless to say, the day we did meet was a complete shock, we both just wanted to run from each other for fear that what we were feeling would soon take over… and it did.

Not long ago I reminded her how I felt that day,

“You were hauntingly familiar to me when we met. The closer we became the more I felt the sensation that this was not the first time. You were exotic, cosmic and strange, though somehow familiar as your soul, my soul, our soul, was reunited.โ€

So what is love? Good question. Perhaps it’s an emotional and spiritual collision of body, mind and spirit!

What I do know is that we would die for each other. We’d wipe each other’s butts if needed. We’d live under a bridge to stay together. Love is a connection that solidifies what could be understood as an irrational behavior about decisions to do the right thing at all costs. Love is staying awake all night to take care of your spouse. Love is a safe heart and mind. Love is once and for all.

But don’t ask me, I’ve never loved anyone but Debbie. I didn’t understand it, much less think about it until we met. You could have hit me with a dump truck and I wouldn’t have noticed.

I just knew. Love wasn’t gradual, it didn’t take time to develop, it was and is a natural response waiting to happen when the other half of your soul stands in your presence.

What is love to you?

Peace ๐Ÿ™‚

MAD

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That Was an Ass-Kicker

Crater Lakes Trail

Crater Lakes TrailFinding a word or short phrase to best describe our outings usually comes naturally as the experience defines itself. But when we both agreed on ย “that was an ass-kicker!” we just had to laugh.

Our recent snowshoeing adventure lead us up into the James Peak Wilderness of Colorado to hike up to a series of small lakes called Crater Lakes. Not necessarily a very long hike, at just over six miles round-trip, but more along the lines of a good workout from the elevation gain [1,400′ from 9,200′ to 10,600′], all the while snowshoeing.

In 2014 we made the decision to hike every week come rain, sun or snow. Unfortunately the last several weeks we have been unable to get out for time crunches and unforeseen events.

With the weather being more like spring-like in Colorado, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to head up into the mountains this past weekend and were so happy we did.

Mountain Sunrise

We arrived just as the sun was rising on the mountains, which we took as an open invitation to high country adventure.

On the trail we made our way to the trail split that would take us up to the Crater Lakes area. It had been easy going up till this point. But, once on the Crater Lakes trail, all bets were off. After not hiking for several weeks we were feeling it.

Thank G-d for snowshoes, otherwise we would have been post-holing our way hip deep in snow. Hearts pounding, legs burning and our minds trying to tell us to go back home to sit on the couch and eat ice cream, we pushed on.

The term “ass-kicker” quickly became the established theme of the day. It’s amazing, when you don’t workout, hike or snowshoe [what’s the difference] for a few weeks it’s crazy how much you notice it. We took a few breaks, professed our condition to each other and mother nature, then sucked it up and pressed on.

Once we reached Crater Lakesย we were exhausted but elated, grinning ear to ear at our ability to overcome and then be witness to such an amazing landscape. It was tough, but it was worth every drop of sweat!

Crater Lakes

Sitting down on a boulder overlooking the frozen and snow covered lakes we just had to laugh as we both looked at each other and said, “that was an ass-kicker!”

Peace ๐Ÿ™‚

MAD

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Passing Time, Killing Time…Wasting Time

ย Ghost TownPassing time, killing time…wasting time. Seems our world is in turbo mode to have constant stimulation, but is it real?

Technology is supposed to make life better, and indeed in its defense has to some degree. But we have to wonder, when it comes to relationships on a much deeper level, personal – life altering – know my heart type of relationships, has technology done more harm than good? Have we become cold and indifferent to one another?

We speak in acronyms, short texts messages, FB chatter and the like. There is an app for everything. Social media outlets abound. And while these things have their positives, they have their negatives as well. Indeed, are we more apt to speak through such outlets versus face to face communication? Do we really know each other or just what our profile allows, or is built to portray us as?

Is this trend new? Doubtful. Man has always sought to make things better, but what have been the sacrifices along the way? Those are the attributes of collateral damage that get pushed over the cliff when no one is looking and quietly fade away into history. No one remembers because no one was paying attention. Or worse yet, wanted it to just go away. In today’s modern world it’s no different, if it’s not seen as a viable attribute to the benefit of society going forward, it’s pushed off the cliff never to be seen or heard from again.

Scary thought is, do we treat people this same way? Do we just get rid of the unsightly, the drama queens, the people who stop and ask questions? The thinkers? The so called “different” people who have so much to share but just don’t seem to fit in. Does time just pass them by? Is modern man so wrapped up in his or her self that we have to ask such a question, are we just passing time, killing time…wasting time. Seems our world is in turbo mode to have constant stimulation, but is it real?

Nevadaville Colorado

In the picture above we see the remnants of days gone by. The old mining camp and nearby town of Nevadaville, also known as Nevada City in Gilpin County, Colorado. Back in the mid 1800s gold was found and the rush was on. Today it’s just a decrepit skeleton of days gone by. The earth was ravished as much as the people, leaving behind waste. Is this how we have become? We use and abuse until there’s nothing left for us to gain from? Sad. We walked this area and saw memories of days gone by. Lives were lost here. The land was destroyed. Everything left to rot. But the energy is still alive, it calls out to those with ears to hear.

We all have stories, we all make a difference and we all deserve to be heard and respected. Being different, being unique, being able to march to a different drummer is what makes life so beautiful. Focusing only on what the “norm” decides as viable is a dangerous mistake that leads to a corrupt and dehumanized society. There’s a world of wonder going on in each one of us, cognitive and creative thoughts that need to be heard and their visions understood.

Peace ๐Ÿ™‚

MAD

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Rolling on the Floor Laughing

Rolling on the Floor Laughing Rolling on the Floor Laughing is far better than sitting up properly, being stoic and etiquettely acceptable.

I think innocence and the joy of being in the moment somehow gets lost as we age. Granted that comes as a no-brainer, it still is quite bothersome to think about. We all do it, slowly but surely…

Why do we allow life to become dulled by our day in and day out tasks as we age? Are we just lulled into thinking we have to be and act a certain way as we grow up? We have fun when we are young, but as an adult we hang up our ability to laugh and see the world as a child, eyes wide open and ablaze with amazement at all the things to learn and see?

Alas, as I get older I’m thinking there’s so much wrong with the way we’re supposed to live I’ll just not worry about how my life looks, what the procrastinators and naysayers are saying, or will say, and just laugh, love and experience together with Debbie, our family and friends without a care for societal norms.

Rolling on the Floor Laughing seems like such a great way to experience life, innocently and carelessly being happy.

With all the hype around the Superbowl, all the commercials, all the entertainment and of course the big game itself, I found myself on the floor having the time of my life with our grandson. I’m not surprised. I’ve never really been a big fan of sports, though I keep up to some degree, it’s just never been that big of a deal.

Perhaps I missed the instructions on what I’m supposed to do and be like as a man. The teams seem more like businesses now days, the commercials are all trying to manipulate me into buying things I don’t need (quite deceptively and immorally at that) and it all just appears to be a game of money and self-inflated pride.

As a secret conspiracy theorists I believe the whole season and Superbowl from the get go are rigged anyway. It’s like a whole new (not so new) spin on reality TV. In my mind it’s all about entertainment, commercials and big money.

Quite honestly I think the last time I was ever really excited about watching football was back in the 1970s when teams seemed to stick together and not chase after the big paycheck.

Growing up it was much better to wait on that rainy day when we’d all head outside to play in the yard, to me that was the real football. It never mattered who won, and I honestly don’t remember if anyone kept score.

Rolling on the Floor Laughing just seems to be, well, fun! I never really got ROFL till now (I had to look it up). But I’ve got to say, for all it’s worth as an acronym for modern texting slang, it has a simple notion of allowing ourselves to feel, to release, to enjoy once again.

All I know is that as soon as the game started I found myself watching Debbie, our daughter, our son-in-law and our grandson. That was more amazing than anything on the TV. Their expressions, conversations and laughter was all I needed to enjoy the evening. At some point in the fun I wound up on the floor batting a toy back and forth between me and our grandson, seeing his eyes light up and laugh was just spectacular.

That’s life!

Every new experience to him just seems to build his curiosity about his surroundings as he grows up before our eyes. Each new learning experience raw, real and mind blowing. What happens to us as we get older, do we lose the ability to see life from such an innocent mindset?

Peace ๐Ÿ˜€

MAD

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