Remembering Aspen

Today with the bleakness and inundation of snow in Aspen, I would like to go to Portland Oregon and learn the proper way of tea. It might be nicer to be wet and warm and comfortably inside sipping Pu Ehr tea (fermented tea) than cold wet and snowy.

I noticed in Aspen that the Explore Book Store is for sale for 6.4 million dollars. www.explorerbooksellers.com/What a joy my early days in Aspen were. The book store was a short walk up the street from my 200 E. Main St. apartment. I was working on several projects. My short story collection White Dreams, Out of Amereka (I have since mellowed and call it America) and outlining my Historical Novel. A hot cup of coffee and all the time in the world to linger in front of the poetry section and fiction novels. It is a unique Victorian in downtown Aspen. They sponsored the Aspen Writers Foundation and Winter Words, bringing in talented authors from all over the world. I will always have a special place in my heart for those creative times in Aspen.

I know that there are more creative times to come and I find myself gathering resolve and determination to complete the projects that are presently before me. I can't leave my projects  unfinished they need to be wrapped up and put to bed.

A Song of Conviction to a Goal
Voice of Truth by Casting Crowns

The Sage

Today with in excess of two feet of snow expected in Aspen, my thoughts have turned to Encinitas, California. I am picturing a quaint little bungalow on an estate overlooking the ocean and a wonderful garden that I am writing in. I am working on a screenplay for Appaloosa Lake, my wife Kathy's novel. She is working on the music score on her Roland Juno DI synthesizer and I am enjoying her music. Our hearts are filled with happiness and joy. There has always been a draw of enlightenment for me in Southern California. Often in life I have gotten in the way of my own success, when I should have, "let go and let God."



A Song of letting go and letting God.
Mr. Mister "Kyrie Eleison"

Let the Sunshine In

Happy Thanksgiving. I hope everyone is enjoying family and friends today. May you find peace and joy and that you are seeking the light. Let the sunshine in your life. Our beautiful sunflower was in the window of our ranch and my Appaloosa came up and bit the top. He was quite a character and brought great joy to our lives. Snowy was a pure white bundle of happiness.  You just never knew where he would show up. My wife, Kathy Duncan discovered that if you put a bottle of beer in his mouth he would raise his head and chug it. They had a contest one afternoon, Guess who lost?
A Song to the Sun.                              

"Pablo Cruise, A Place In The Sun"

Lazy Days

The last lazy days of Buddy and Sage. Buddy a quarter horse who's lineage was traceable back to being a great grandson of Poco Bueno. A true foundation quarter horse. Koda Rookie Page. He came from Winter Hawk Outfitters and was the Mountain King. It was his job to pack out the mountain lions and elk from the  remote hunting camps.
Our girl Sage was a rag a muffin and she came to the rescue ranch from a barn that had Miniatures. Unfortunately she was left in a dark stall for most of the time and never saw the light of day.
They both had very bad arthritis issues and found life very difficult in the winter month's of Colorado. They however enjoyed the warm lazy never ending dog day's of summer next to the creek. "Raja or Boobala Raja as Kathy called him was a true gentleman and a very gentle soul. He and Sage fell deeply in love and became inseparable in their later years. Ever wary he knew how to maneuver around the Big Mountain Cat that often visited our ranch to feast on our kittens that made their home under our cabin. The ranch cabin was a 110 year old log cabin that had been retrofitted by a Sears kit home in the early 1930's. A true Western Mecca that served as the water source for all the other ranchers on Dry Hollow. Ha hence the term "Dry Hollow." I miss the Lazy hazy days of dry hollow as much as I miss the open snowfields of the Mountains I skied in my youth. Their love affair was truly a moving tale. A passing of time and harmony with nature.

A Song By Robbie Robertson

Somewhere Down The Crazy River

The Valley of the Blue

The view from the parking lot of A-Basin into the valley over the Dillon Reservoir passed the Corinthian Hills. The Continental Divide to the rear of the photo up Highway 6 overlooked by the Seven Cornices and the wonderful all seeing Professor with her endless open snowfields far above the timberline. The origin of unimaginable full moon night ski adventures. Looking at the valley your back is to Lenawee Mountain and its massive ski bowl above the Land of the Giants and  across to Pallavacini.  Trails indelibly etched into the recesses of my mind body and spirit. A celebration to the soaring spirit of youth. Youth is invincibility. Age is the knowledge of the folly in that belief. Wisdom is the healing.
Healing is Freedom.

A Song of Wisdom.


"Mr. Mister, Broken Wings"

Yogi Beau-isms

Leave room in your intimate space for others.


















Ask the Universe for what you want.


















Have close friends, you might need uppy-go.

Acknowledge your friends when you see them.


















Claim your space in the world.

















Make friends with all species.

















When you you have exhausted your grandfather. Take a nap with him.

Enter Murphy's Law.

Stay close to your siblings.
Beau and Murphy


















Enjoy time with your family,


Sing of Love.

Enya - How Can I Keep From Singing?

The Wisdom of Yogi Beau

Yogi Beau

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger, and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy. RUMI

Today's Wisdom: Choose a song for every season.

My favorite fall song that set my feet on the road to the Ski Area's of North America was White Bird by It's A Beautiful Day.

Coming Soon: Letters to a Chela (desciple, pupil)