My Neighbors on the Ranch

I’ve mentioned the donkeys and llamas before, of course. I see them every day, and we hobnob regularly during feeding time.

But I admit that of the other wildlife on the ranch, I am most intrigued by the peacock family. When I’m working up at the larger lodge at dusk, I often see the hen and the three adolescents when they visit their favorite tree by the deck. The adult male, I see less often.

Yesterday afternoon, however, as I was sitting at my computer doing some work in the trailer, I glanced out the window beside me, and there His Flashiness stood. He had strolled up through the trees, and was just standing a couple of yards beyond the propane tank for the trailer.

His Flashiness, the peacock

His Flashiness, the peacock

It being off season, he is, of course, without the full signature tail fan. But he still cuts an impressive figure with that startling blue to his neck and chest.

Relatively speaking, he stood there quite some time. And then he moved off.

A few minutes later, a couple of the wild turkeys came strutting along the same area. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s a family of five of them. I think there are two males and three hens, but I’m not entirely sure. There is at least one adult male though, for I saw him fanning his tail feathers the day I drove into town. In any case, the pair passed by the trailer and then shortly after that the remaining three came trotting along the same pathway the lead pair had taken through the trees.

It didn’t occur to me at the time, but I wish I’d gotten some video of it, for (urban child that I am) I was fascinated to see that turkeys really do trot. They can move rather quickly, in fact. I’m sure in the coming months of my stay here I shall have other opportunities to catch them on the move. I also hope to catch on camera better images of the deer that flit through the property.

Oh, and there was a blue jay up by one of the lodges Friday morning as I prepared it for this weekend’s retreaters.

What a fascinating world of creatures God has given us. We can get so removed from these gifts living always in cities.

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Autumn Morning in Oregon

So after my morning chores, I headed out to make a grocery run into town. It had rained off and on during the night, and the morning was rather drippy. I fed the donkeys and llamas, went up to the lodge where the aquarium is and fed the fish. Then I rolled down the service drive to Jumpoff Joe Creek Road.

I did not expect any particular encounters on the driveway. But it turned out that two deer were foraging along the drive. Trying to catch a picture of them wasn’t easy.

 

Deer on the ranch

Deer on the ranch

Just beyond them the local flock of wild turkeys were also on the prowl. The male of the group was showing off his fantail as the group walked. But they didn’t stay still long enough for me to get a good picture.

I went to check out the mail box before I headed into town. Directly across the road is a meadow and a line of (mostly) pine trees on the far side of it. Then plop in the middle of the dull green are two trees of amazing color.

Flaming trees among the pines

Flaming trees among the pines

The brilliant splash of color (the photo doesn’t do it justice) was just the touch of beauty to launch the day, in the misty, moisty morning that it was.

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Singing Praises

When I got the call about this position at the Cascade Ranch, I told Carol (one of the directors) that I had been looking at their website and had seen the pictures of the property. It’s a lovely place. I had said, half jokingly, that I might burst into song when I finally got their.

I didn’t actually do that. At least not on my arrival.

But this is a daily view:

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Yesterday morning, I was at the lodge that would be used this weekend by a retreat group. I had to do the last minute dusting before the group arrived that afternoon. But I gave myself some time to just pause and enjoy the view, the peace and quiet. It was a time to be thankful for all God has done for me.

I was alone on the property (which is about 50 acres, I believe). I imagine there were other people across the road on the other side of the valley, but that’s a long distance away. I called up the lyrics of “How Great Thou Art” on my cell phone.

Then I sang.

Just me, the wildlife, and God.

Something about the combination of nature and intention made me pay more attention to the words. With nobody in earshot (except God), I felt my voice getting stronger as I sang. Fortunately, I can actually carry a tune.

When I finished the hymn. I sat there for a moment, feeling such a wave of peace. Now this was true worship, I thought. I have had special moments in church services, of course. But this private moment was like a loving kiss. It made me want to do it again, and soon. Just me and the Lord.

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A Season For Change

Recently, things have been very challenging for me. Being a nomad wears thin, even though I have been very fortunate for most of this last year. I am very thankful for the friends who were able to help me along the way. But I ran out of places to go, and had to turn to help from women’s emergency shelters. Those were stressful, even though the operators were courteous and doing what they could to help the ladies.

Then God brought a number of things together, and an opportunity for a place through February came up. The directors of a retreat center in Oregon needed a temporary caretaker for the property (there are animals to be cared for) through February. It is not a paying position, but gives a place to stay, and there is an internet connection. I jumped at it, and drove up immediately. I’ll be able to continue my web content writing and editing. Staying at the retreat ranch should help me save money. And the quiet up in the mountain is a needed respite from the challenges and stresses of the last year. It’s a retreat I need.

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The sky was clear as I drove through California’s central valley. The sun went down in golden display behind the western ridge. Then the sky went copperish, melting into a dusty rose. Light lingered in the sky for a long time though, a luminous blueness to the west while shadows had crawled all over the landscape. I stopped for a break in the dark but did not get out of the car. When I got back on the road on the freeway and got out away from the distance truckers, I noticed some sort of light that must have been above me reflecting off a flat surface on the seat beside me, even casting a bit of shadow. The moon had come up unnoticed by me. I could not see it, just the effect of moonlight.

Driving through the northern valley sections of California, the direness of the drought was brought home to me. The grass is all dried to a determined yellow. The greens of all the trees and shrubberies are grey or slightly toasted. Some trees have tiny leaves that never seem to have made it all the way to green. One corn field I passed had obvious missed some watering at some point, for the stalks were entirely burned dry. And Shasta Lake is so low there is a dramatic broad band of reddish stone and dirt above the current waterline.

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Reaching the retreat ranch gave me a wonderful sense of peace. The stillness and quiet has been very soothing. The first evening, I needed to check online, but the directors forgot to show me where the key to lodge with the wifi was kept, so I sat outside on the deck as the evening fell. But it was a lovely night. Crickets singing a major chorus, after an opening evening overture from some geese.

Suddenly after several years of not being on a job-clock, I am back on a time schedule. My charges on the ranch demand to be fed in the morning.

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The two donkeys require attention. The smaller one, I was told, overeats, so she has a nose harness which slows her down. The larger one is Buck, and he complains in the morning when he sees me in the distance. He wants to make sure that you know he’s hungry, although he does accept the reassurance when I call down to him.

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There are six llamas, and they really crowd round, when I get to the barn to get the alfalfa out for them. They don’t even wait, pulling nibbles off the leaf from the bale that I’m breaking up to spread out for them.

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There are wild turkeys on the property. I saw a bunny on the drive after dark one of the evenings. There’s also a peacock on the property, apparently, but I haven’t seen it yet. Well, the peahen and some growing chicks at least.

I’m going to be getting regular exercise here, that’s for sure.

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Summer Party for GLAWS

On the 16th of August, GLAWS had its annual summer party, where we just make time to hang out and have fun – and eat food, of course. The feast gathered is arranged by pot luck, so you can never be sure of what you will find (other than Lilly Todaro’s Hawaiian Pulled Pork dish, that is).

There’s nothing like a bunch of writers gabbing together over food.

Friends talking at the GLAWS 2014 Summer Party

Friends talking at the GLAWS 2014 Summer Party

Inevitably, people talk about whatever writing project they are currently working on. Depending on who you are talking to, it could be a comedic horror novel, a science fiction action adventure, an historical memoir, or (in my case this year) a non-fiction work for writers.

Even my agent, the esteemed Paul S. Levine, showed up in a Hawaiian shirt for the festivities. (He admitted that he had to dig deep into his closet to find it, though.) We have a little contest for who has the most attractive Hawaiian print, for both the men and the women.

Lilly Todaro - crafter of some fabulous jewelry and delicious Hawaiian Pulled Pork

Lilly Todaro – crafter of some fabulous jewelry and delicious Hawaiian Pulled Pork

Because it is a writers group, we do also feature readings from various members toward the end of the gathering. Readers are limited to about five to seven minutes each, so it can occasionally mean that a narrative gets cut off at some interesting moments.

Tony Todaro and a Party Tiki God (Tony's the one in the background)

Tony Todaro and a Party Tiki God
(Tony’s the one in the background)

Everyone had a good time at the party. It’s good to just hang out and enjoy each other’s company once in a while. Come September, our monthly gathering will be back to focusing on learning more about the craft and business of writing. In the meantime, there are these pleasant memories for those moments when the writer stares into space wondering how to put the next sentence together.

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Sculpture for a Library

Changes in my personal technology have included the loss of a broadband card for my laptop. Along with that, it means that for working on my laptop (for the time being), I no longer have 24/7 internet access. So, I’ve taken to spending a lot of time in coffee shops and libraries. In fact, I’m becoming very conversant with the hours that libraries are open in various systems. I’m becoming an expert on work spaces in libraries.

scribblerworks-library-sculptureOne library I have spent many hours in this month is Pasadena’s La Pintoresca branch. A medium sized branch, located beside a friendly park shaded by some wide-spreading trees (I’m guessing they are oaks), I’ve enjoyed the location.

One feature in the reading room where I plug in, is a … well, sculpture is about the best word for it. It’s one that definitely connects to libraries.

There’s something appeallingly fanciful about braided streams of books rising up into the air. I like it.

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CAPS is Visited By a Writer

George Clayton Johnson at CAPS

George Clayton Johnson

The August meeting of CAPS played host to veteran writer George Clayton Johnson. He brought a lively string of tales about his days as a writer (which, he assured us, continue even now).

George co-authored the novel Logan’s Run. So, he talked a little bit about its history, the nature of pop culture at the time it was written, and how it continues to be popular.

Then he talked about his time working on Star Trek. His episode, “The Man Trap” was selected by the network to be the first one aired when the series was launched. He had a few insider anecdotes to tell about working with Gene Roddenberry.

He also spoke about working on Twilight Zone with Rod Serling.

He’s a lively storyteller and it made for a great evening to hear his recollections of various jobs, as well as his colleagues such as Richard Matheson.

All in all, another great evening at CAPS.

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Themes that Run Through My Work

I find it that sometimes and idea or concept that I have touched on in one work reappears in something else, often years later.

Over the weekend, I set myself back to working on my devotional study of the First Letter of John. THIS POST discusses 1 John 2: 11. In it, I discuss how hate can cause us to lose sight of the Light of Christ.

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The issue of being in the dark, and not seeing the path, is one I had dealt with in a poem years ago. I had written “A Matter of Faith” based on an experience at a retreat.

When I think about it, there have been other occasions when the concept of stepping out into the unknown underlies what is happening in the story. Most of the time, the assumption is that the character is “just in the dark,” and would in fact be able to see, if there was just a bit of light on the subject.

I guess it is the underlying incurable optimist in my nature that keeps me for going for the point where a person or character truly is blind to their circumstances. Perhaps that is something I ought to explore in a story somewhere. Mostly, I seem to dwell on the inability to see because one is in the dark.

Every writer has images and concepts that tend to pop up at unexpected times, no matter what is being worked on.

(And then, of course, many writers also often muse on their own patterns as a way of procrastinating from actually writing. I guess I should get back to work! 🙂 )

 

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How Is This the Gospel?

Usually, I would not comment on this, but it gave me pause this time.

Thursday, I was working at a library all afternoon and into the evening. When I finally left, a bit before closing time, I came out to my car and found a couple of pamphlets tucked under my windshield wiper. On pulling them out, I discovered they were pieces from the Tony Alamo Ministries. I had not encountered any of these things in years, so I was curious as to whether there was anything new to them?

Apparently not.

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The “outside” pamphlet (the one that showed its title as they were folded together) is titled “The Pope’s Secrets.” The opening sentence of this missive reads:

The Vatican is posing as Snow White, but the Bible says that she is a prostitute, “the great whore,” a cult. (Rev. 19:2)

“Oh, really?” I thought.

Now, I don’t really need to spend time on Mr. Alamo. He’s been convicted of various crimes and is presently in prison. But that he still has followers who continue to pass out this literature is something that calls for comment. How do they justify continuing to support the man?

One of the first things I learned in my class on Formal Logic, back when I was an undergraduate, was that if the premise of the argument was false, there was no way the following argument can reach a true conclusion. Once falseness (whether intentionally included or present by error) enters the calculations, you cannot get rid of it.

So, right from the start, with his first swing at the ball, Mr. Alamo (the credited author of this pamphlet) goes astray.

Fact: at the time of the writing of Revelation, the Vatican had not even been established. How then could the imagery of the scripture be applied to it?

Most scholars agree that the visionary code of Revelation meant the “great whore” to apply to the Roman Empirenot the institution of the Roman Catholic Church. Mr. Alamo’s opening assertion that “the Bible says” it means the RC church is just that: his assertion.

He continues in the pamphlet, making other assertions, and he includes footnotes to support the various quotations he includes. Unfortunately, when you check the footnote for the source of a quotation ascribed to President Abraham Lincoln, you find not anything from Lincoln’s writings, but a citation for a work titled 50 Years in the “Church” of Rome, by a Charles Chiniquy, from 1886 (available in PDF, we are assured).

The whole of the pamphlet asserts that the Vatican controls everything in the world, that it is the source of every possible evil and intentionally so.

Now, I realize that crackpots can get fixated on ideas that they feed and grow into monstrously huge obsessions. And obviously this is the case with Mr. Alamo. But when the final paragraph states “You can either believe the pope or me,” I have to conclude that delusion has won out. Because, no, it is not an either/or proposition.

When someone puts themselves forward as the only proper arbiter of truth from the scriptures, something has gone wrong. When they assert that the King James Version of the Bible is the only translation to be consulted, something has gone wrong.

Where is the real Gospel in all this ranting (8 pages of it!)? At one point, he states there are five steps to salvation: a prayer of confession and acceptance of Jesus, denying self and taking up the cross, “resurrection from the satanic life of Adam,” ascension into a position of authority (to reign for God on earth), and to reign (for God) on earth (to bring the Kingdom of Heaven). The skewed thing here is the claim that all these are needed for salvation!

Did I miss something? I’m pretty sure that St. Paul said that a heart-felt declaration of “Jesus is Lord” was sufficient. Anything else would flow from that.

To me, it has always seemed that a follower of Christ ought to focus on the immediate, what is present before each of us. If the Lord wants to extend our reach, He will do so. We need not worry about vast conspiracies. We need not labor to create a spreading network (a means) when we ought to focus on testifying to the difference Christ has made in our own lives (the desired end).

Mr. Alamo spends barely a third of one page in eight about salvation. And even then it is clouded with implications of “necessary deeds” and orders to seek instruction from his organization.

Of course, it is easy to fall into the trap of ranting about massive error in the world around us. Consider how much space I have just given to what I see to be Tony Alamo’s errors. But when I end this discourse, I will set the matter aside, and return to doing my daily work as best I can as an act of worship to my Creator. I am endlessly thankful for the difference Christ makes in my life, for the power of His nature causes me to try and be more like Him in my dealings with other people.

This is the Good News, the Gospel: that in accepting the love of Christ, my own being is changed, drawing me closer to His model of life and caring. Not some pie-in-the-sky wonderful life-after-death (though I do believe in the world to come), but rather bettering the here-and-now, by holding on to love and grace. For with Christ, that is possible.

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Aftermath of My First Book Signing

Well, the first one for Creating Graphic Novels, that is. I have done a couple for The Scribbler’s Guide to the Land of Myth at writers conferences.

Anyway, the usual Wednesday night a Golden Apple Comics (Wednesday being the day new comics are put out each week) was augmented on July 30, by a bit of celebrating the aftermath of the San Diego Comic Con. Ryan Liebowitz (the redoubtable owner) had organized various creators to do book signings as part of the party. Ryan set me up at a table right by the front entrance, a prime eye-catching spot.

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I’d taken the Creature from the Black Lagoon along as a conversation ice-breaker. And since it was a party, it occurred to me that having him with a black tie would be funny. And he did indeed help start a few conversations.

Since the book is a “how to” volume, I didn’t expect to have huge sales. It’s not the first type of book one considers getting at a party. Two people, however, did buy copies. Ryan feels that in the long run it will do well, not just at Golden Apple, but at other comics shops where they support creators and aspiring writers. That was an encouraging thing to hear.

I had a great seat for viewing the evening traffic on Melrose. There was a lot of activity while I was there (6 to 9). It also gave me a chance to play with the camera on my new phone. I was curious as to how well it caught the colors and light of twilight-time.

July sunset on Melrose.

July sunset on Melrose.

I’m satisfied with how it turned out.

At least the ball is rolling on making appearances. I just have to get busy and get more lined up.

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