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The dream train advances across the night sky, faithfully sending wayward dreamers back toward their stated intentions. The train’s conductor knows this journey well, for while many choose to dream, few choose to stay the course. When morning comes he’ll likely see his passengers go astray all over again. This, he knows. He’s seen it all before, as has the moon, whose momentary distraction will be just that. His thoughts are centered on a particular coyote, one he nicknamed “The Night Wanderer.” To the Moon, The Night Wanderer seems very different tonight. At last, he seems “Fulltented” – But I’m getting ahead of myself.

For many moons now The Night Wanderer has trekked through the Rockies. His only intended destination being wisdom, his only fear being coming up short of that destination. He chooses to wander alone and at night for the same reasons you and I might; namely, that the niggling naggings and platitudinous protestations so common in crowds and cities these days only made him more of a stranger to himself, making his destination ever more elusive. Even riding along on The Dream Train, with it’s optimistic vibe and hopeful chatter, proved to be too distracting for him. So, off went, a lone coyote on a lonely journey.

A mental hike is much like a physical one, in that having an efficient stride is essential. It was for this reason that he first began to ‘Pare Down’ his vocabulary by turning two, or even three, words into one. At first, the combinations were simple and obvious: Back and Forth became “Barth”; Climb and Descend became “Clescend”; Over and Over Again became simply “O’gain.” He both liked and disliked the effect this ‘Paring Down’ had, for while he enjoyed the open space he now had in his mind, he also noticed there was something missing. Something big.

He continued paring down words. Change and Opportunity became “Chapportunity”; Time, Effect, and Energy became “Tifforgy”; Peace, Calm, and Tranquility became “Pelmquility”; Kindness and Sincerity became “Kincerity”; Community and Home became “Comme”; and Contentment and Fullfillment became the word I used a variation of earlier, “Fulltentment.”

With these new tools, he pursued wisdom with increasing vigor. He spoke his thoughts aloud and with conviction as he hiked mile after mile through the darkness, his only audience the Moon, until one night when he finally reached his destination. He was leaving a town he’d spent a few of the best days of his life in, but as he ascended up, he stopped, looked back, and realized he was just too wise now to simply be on his way.

He knew he would never stop wandering completely, for after all, his travels had led him to himself, but neither would he ever truly leave that little town in the canyon, for it had filled the empty place inside him. At last, he’d arrived at his final destination: Wisdom. For those of us who’ve also traveled this trek and known this feeling, I’ll use the Night Wanderer’s words to say this:

May barth we go, clescending O’gain, to the comme we’ve found, wasting no chapportunity and expending whatever tifforgy required, to drink in the pelmquility and kincerity of the place that finds and fills what’s been missing inside us; a place The Night Wanderer predictably named, “TELLURADO.”

THAT BLESSED SILENCE

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People assume that every daredevil considering whether or not to do something risky, has a shrill, maniacal voice inside their head screaming:
“DO IT!!! DO IT!!! DO IT!!!”

That’s simply untrue. What there is, there inside our minds, is a series of consciously cognitive considerations where all the reasons NOT to do it are carefully considered, and when, and if, the last of those considerations has been satisfactorily put to rest, there emerges a blessed silence.

And there,
in the midst of that
blessed silence,
we commit, and we go.

Linger

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Two coyotes light as a feather in the crisp evening air. We have but one wish: that time might slow and allow this wonderful moment to linger. Nothing more, just let it linger.

The Gypsy Party

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“Saturday night, I was driving around (it’s my usual thing, as I was born to wander), when I turned off down a red dirt road and stumbled upon a party. There were lots of pretty people there, I must say, but no one like me. I decided to hang around anyway, and after a while, I realized I wasn’t alone, as no one there was like anyone else, either, from one to the next to the next to the next, the oddities and eccentricities flowed from them like water from a roof leak across the wide-plank floor boards of a restored maine farmhouse (but never mind that). There was no desire to make anyone think alike or believe alike or act alike, just a thick, syrupy gratitude for being given the chance to be among the knowingly alive, joy, sorrow, regret, optimism, love, heartbreak, silliness, seriousness, pain, pleasure – whatever – they were just glad they had been granted the miraculous opportunity to explore the contents of their minds and their hearts. Slowly but surely, the moon began to show his pleasant contenance above the fray, and as I took in that warm glow, I realized that for the first time in I-Can’t-remember-when, I felt at peace with myself and my world. These were my people, I decided, and I just knew right that very minute, that no matter how long the gaps in time might be between my evenings spent with them, I would never wander alone again. They would always be riding shotgun, if only in my heart. The party wound down, I kissed my goodbyes, and after a couple backward glances, I got in my car and drove off; my heart like an alligator.

Life, my friends, is best when everything fits together because nothing is forced to.”

Dark Side of the Moon

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“We were contentedly spending the evening riding along on the Gypsy Vagabonder, drinking a well – bruised but capable red in the restrained elegance of the dining car, when we spotted a sign for a town whose name we couldn’t even pronounce. Naturally, we disembarked. We had no idea where to go, but we soon found a hippie – gypsy cabbie who seemed perfect for our fare, as he said driving curbed his heartbreak and thus he’d happily go nowhere in particular. He agreed to let us stow our luggage inside the cab and ride along up on the luggage rack (our one demand). So off we went, destination unknown. As the sun went down, a cooling breeze set in. Soon, a tapestry of stars and a coating of Prussian blue began to weave their way into the fabric of the sky, and a big yellow moon found shelter in the welcoming confines of a village we were passing. I looked over, then I looked up, then I looked out, and then I looked at you; and I realized I would follow you anywhere. You are the walls that form my sanctuary, the light that softly sets upon my horizon, and the lusty mystery that fills my dusky nights. You are the reason I go and the first thing I want to see when I get there,

and I would follow you, my love to the DARK SIDE OF THE MOON.”

The Throwback

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“Woe is me, for I’m tragically out-of-step with the comfort-seeking, caution-worshipping times I live in. I fear I’m a YESTER-YORE THROWBACK to a time when wild weekly wreakings and menacing monthly manipulations forced the common to become sturdy, the sturdy to become the impressive, and the impressive to become the exceptional. Left with no other choice, they constructed the hearts and minds of lions within their unsuspecting frames. I LONG TO LIVE AS THEY DID, to live as the lion does and possess such courage that I perceive fear as being nothing more than a tool I sometimes find useful.

I do not, and never will, find merit in the word “SOMEWHAT”. I will never embrace the numbing calm that comes with being ‘SOMEWHAT’ satisfied or ‘SOMEWHAT’ grateful or ‘SOMEWHAT’ in love. Whatever it is, I will be in it all the way to the hilt of the knife, or I won’t be in it at all. I will just be on my way, A SEEKER TRUE OF HEART.

Time is a thief who steals from us all, the only question being the worth of the plunder. May I see each day for what it is, a vast bounty left unguarded, and may I live them the poets’ way: face-first and desperate, frustrated and restless, mesmerized and regretless. And when I die, may I go falling away, thunderstruck and blinded by love; someone who, at long last, finally feels AT PEACE and in-step with the moment they find themselves in.”

Gypsy Vagabonder

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“Watch the moon rise in her eyes aboard the Gypsy Vagabonder

Mother Earth is calling you. She wants to seduce you. She wants to lift her veil and shed her concealments, to show you all her hidden treasures and confess all her best-kept secrets. She wants to take you as her lover, so surrender to her will and just go.”

Deaf Ear

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“In this world full of jaded, pessimistic, souls spouting reasons why you can’t, why you shouldn’t, why you musn’t, why you won’t; I am easily defined. I am one great big, tailor-made, purpose built, expert approved, custom-designed, finely-tuned, cutting-edge, high-performance, state-of-the-art, DEAF EAR.“

Tangled up in Blue

“When I was young, even a tiny sip of whiskey was too rough – edged for my tender tastes, and Bob Dylan’s music seemed to be much the same. Over time, though, as my wandering ways took root, an edge formed inside ME, an edge I was glad to have whenever my heartbreak grew so big I became “Tangled up in Blue”. And now, even in my darkest depths, you’ll see a faint smile on my face, for I know a certain Dylan song and a sip or three of HEAVEN’S DOOR, can always take the hard – earned, well-deserved, bought-and-paid-for, EDGE, off of me.”

Another Day in the Life

“Another day in the life, my sweet, and it seems fate has offered us our usual dose of unexpected challenges. Our path never quite seems easy, but when I gaze upon your lovely smile, think about the grace that is your way, and hear the wisdoms you speak into my eager ears; I know I’ll be fine.

HERE’S TO US, MY LOVE – LONG MAY WE RUN”

The World is your Oyster

Dear Friend and Neighbor

“A VERY WISE PERSON ONCE TOLD ME THAT THE BEST WAY TO LIVE A LIFE IS TO PERCEIVE IT AS BEING CAPABLE OF SETTING AN EXAMPLE OF SOMETHING PROFOUND.

I HAVE DONE MY BEST TO DO EXACTLY THIS. BY EMBRACING WANDERLUST WITH RUNAWAY ABANDON, I HAVE TRIED TO SET AN EXAMPLE THAT, IF YOU WANDER FAR ENOUGH FOR LONG ENOUGH, YOU WILL COME TO A POINT WHERE YOU FIND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO FEEL OUT-OF PLACE OR LONELY.

“I ALSO WANTED TO SET AN EXAMPLE THAT, BY OCCASIONALLY RETURNING TO PLACES WHERE YOU ONCE FELT LOST OR MISERABLE, YOU LET THE “OLD YOU” GET A GOOD LOOK AT THE “NEW YOU”, AND IN THE PROCESS, YOU SLOWLY RUN OUT OF PEOPLE YOU STILL NEED TO FORGIVE AND THINGS YOU STILL REGRET.

FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH, DEAR FRIEND AND NEIGHBOR, FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH.

P.S. ALWAYS REMEMBER
ROGER O. HEGBARTH.”

Absinthe Minded

“INTO MY BLUE WORLD SHE WHIRLS, MY THOUGHTS OF BURSTING BUBBLES, BINDING RULES AND BROKEN HEARTS TURNING TO ONES OF POPPING CORKS, BROKEN RULES AND BURSTING BUTTONS.

…. BUT ARE YOU REAL, OR AM I JUST
ABSINTHE MINDED?”

The Glow of a Peculiar Moon

“I WRITE THESE WORDS IN REGARD TO ALL THOSE TIRELESS, DEDICATED, CITY-DWELLING OFFICE TYPES FROM GENERATIONS PAST, THOSE WHO SET OFF TO WORK WITH THE MOON STILL HIGH AND REMAINED THERE UNTIL THE MOON’S RETURN. I WOULD IMAGINE THAT MOST OF THEM LIVED FINE, CONTENTED LIVES, BUT I WOULD ALSO IMAGINE THAT SOME DID NOT; THAT SOME OF THEM YEARNED TO SING BUT CHOSE TO TALK; YEARNED TO DANCE BUT CHOSE TO WALK, YEARNED TO BE WILD BUT CHOOSE TO BALK. THEY ALL FACED A DECISION, AND THEY DECIDED TO USE THEIR LIVES TO CREATE THE THREAD USED TO WEAVE TOGETHER THE FABRIC OF POLITE SOCIETY, A SOCIETY THAT SOMEONE LIKE ME RELIES ON EVERY DAY, NOT BECAUSE I HAVE CHOSEN TO USE MY LIFE TO ADD TO THE SIZE OR STRENGTH OF IT, BUT BECAUSE I’VE CHOSEN TO USE IT TO TEST THAT FABRIC’S STRENGTH AND TO FRAY IT AT ITS EDGES.

WITHOUT THE COUNTLESS EXAMPLES THEY SET FOR ME, I MIGHT NOT HAVE KNOWN WHY – AND HOW – TO REJECT THE COMMON JOURNEY THEY TRAVELLED. I WOULDN’T HAVE UNDERSTOOD THE IMPORTANCE OF VENTURING OUT INTO THE WILD AND LEARNING THE MAJESTY OF THE MOUNTAIN, THE SOLACE OF THE MEADOW, OR THE LUSTY WHISPER OF THE LONELY HIGHWAY. I WOULDN’T HAVE GRASPED THE SEDUCTIVE POWER OF ORIGINAL THOUGHT, THE MERIT OF ECCENTRICITY, THE BENEFIT OF SOLITUDE, THE PERIL OF CONFORMITY, THE GLORY OF ROMANTICISM, THE COST OF OBLIGATION, OR THE LOFTY, HIGHLY-REFINED LUXURY OF FORMING MY LIFE’S WORK AROUND THE QUESTION “FOR WHAT PURPOSE?” RATHER THAN, “FOR HOW MUCH?”

IT IS MY HUMBLE HOPE THAT ANYONE AND EVERYONE WHO TAKES A LOOK AT MY LIFE WILL KNOW HOW KEENLY AWARE I AM OF THEIR COLLECTIVE SACRIFICE. I ALSO WANT THEM TO KNOW THAT I INTEND TO HONOR THAT SACRIFICE BY CHASING AFTER ALL THE MYSTICAL MYSTERIES THEY CHOSE TO TURN AWAY FROM, THE ONES A HEAVENLY MUSE HAS SEDUCED ME WITH, THE ONES THAT ONLY COME TO LIGHT UNDER THE GLOW OF A PECULIAR MOON. IN OTHER WORDS, I WILL USE MY LIFE TO SET AN EXAMPLE OF HOW TO LIVE, BY LIVING IT IN PRECISELY THE OPPOSITE WAY ALL OF THEM DID; BUT I WILL DO SO WITH A LOVING HEART AND WHILE DRINKING DEEPLY FROM A CUP FILLED WITH WARM, DELICIOUS, HEARTFELT, GRATITUDE.”

Blue Note

“nate longstepper will one day pass on to that great encore in the sky, but when he does it will be somewhat redundant, as he is already part of eternity. It all started some years back when nate, a long-suffering musician with big dreams, was playing lead guitar with a band called “the tirekickers.” He was right in the middle of a capably done but unremarkable improv solo on the tirekickers’ only hit, “she won’t cook my bacon,” when he spotted her in the crowd: the legendary “Roxanne the rio rough-houser.” As everyone knew, she was trouble. She was fresh from the fight, down for the struggle, right on the money and flush with cash after recently divorcing her third billionaire, baron gott bupkus. She winked at nate and the next thing you know it was Tuesday and neither had slept since Saturday night. Nate fell hard. By Wednesday he could already smell the fresh paint on the white-picket-fence protecting the well-manicured lawn that lovingly surrounded the small but gracious post-war bungalow that they would grow old in together. Strangely, the same was true for Roxanne. At long last – true love. They made plans to make plans after his gig that coming Friday. The tirekickers spent their rehearsals beforehand warning him about her. They all made bets with him that when she came to their gig on Friday night she would show up late – and she wouldn’t be alone. Roxanne knew nothing about all this, of course, so when her Bugatti got a flat tire en-route to the show she didn’t give a second thought about inviting the nice, kind mechanic to be her guest at the tirekickers’ show. Well, the tirekickers came out for their third set. Nate looked out at the crowd and saw she had finally arrived …. And she wasn’t alone. Reflexively, he picked up his guitar and out it came – a note so blue, so heartbreaking, so pure in its beautiful truth that everyone left. They simply couldn’t take it. Roxanne had every intention of explaining herself the next day – until she walked down her street. Everyone was talking of the history that had been made the night before. They said nate’s performance was transcendent, almost as if god himself had summarized the perils of love and had used nate to express it in one perfect “BLUE NOTE”. overnight, nate had become what he’d always dreamed of being. Roxanne had a decision to make, and she decided to do something she’d never done before: she put someone else above herself and her desires. For years after that she never missed one of nate’s shows, and she always hired a date to accompany her. Nate became a giant, a musical legend. Eventually nate commissioned national guitar company to make him “LEFTY,” a one-string, left-handed guitar. For him it symbolized life post-roxanne – A world turned upside-down. For all his success, he was miserable. He even had ‘LEFTY’ fitted with a custom picture-holder so a photo of Roxanne could watch his tears fall. Every weekend it would happen again: nate and lefty would take the stage in front of a packed-house, he’d see Roxanne with a date, and out it would come: one long, mind-bendingly sad note. and every night the show would end with only one person left, the only person able to withstand the sadness: Roxanne. When he finished, he’d look straight at her, take one tiny nibble of a delicious pear – and leave. It took a long, long time for nate to realize what was really going on …. But he did. And on the night he finally figured it all out, he came on stage, took lefty in hand and played just one song, an upbeat little ditty he had just written backstage called, “I’m ‘bout to get some bacon cooked.” Afterward he walked out into the crowd and took Roxanne by the hand. They left together, smiling, and headed off in the direction of the all-night hardware store. They were hoping to buy some fence paint. The end.”

Queen of Joy

“REINE DE JOIE

C’est la Reine de la Joie et Je ne suis qu’un chevalier dans son royaume Jubilaoire

QUEEN OF JOY

She is the Queen of Joy and I am only a Knight in Her Jubilant Kingdom

The Calling

“TIME, like a butterfly built by a watchmaker, is both predictable and fickle all at once. some of us can’t quite figure this riddle out, never seeming to UNDERSTAND which moments to cherish and which to rush through, while others simply accept their unanswered questions and choose to treat each moment, good or bad, as being meaningful and precious. For those of us who choose this path, may we see ourselves as called to a higher purpose as the passionate GUARDIANS of meaningful things. and may we understand that the riddle of time will only be solved in the afterlife, where our departed LOVED ONES cry tears of BOTH JOY AND SORROW as they marvel at our blessed, heaven-sent, purposeful, confusion.”

You, To Me

“A feather-light touch in a weighty world, a bright north star on a long dark night, a wide open space, in a congested place, a sheltering umbrella of love in a persistent, lingering storm. YOU, TO ME.”

Know Limit

“Like everyone else, I was told my future had no limit. While it was true for some, for myself – I knew better. So instead I simply set out to find it. And once I had, to push against it and try my best to move it. More like a bull than an eagle, just stubbornly plodding along. Looking back now, I can’t believe what I’ve done. Where I’ve been. And so I say to you these two simple words; Not ‘NO LIMIT’, but KNOW LIMIT.”

Cup of Gratitude

“As the wild, untamable storm that is life rages on around us, we may construct our castles and amass our fortunes. We may surround ourselves with all the trappings that a FORTUNATE LIFE provides; but if we do that, and our CUP OF GRATITUDE has a hole in it, then we are BANKRUPT regardless. If, on the other hand, our cup is water-tight then even the dust kicked up on a lonely, windswept road seems like gold, and even a single drop of GOOD FORTUNE carries within it the feeling of having been BLESSED.”

BTW (Born to Wander) 57 "Moto Cross"

“MOTO – CROSS … has always been my thing. I’ve loved it since I was 9. I’ve lost, I’ve won, I’ve crashed, I’ve passed, I’ve labored, I’ve savored, I’ve blundered, I’ve plundered; and all the while I’ve wondered the wisdom of continuing on with a pastime so determined to put me on a razor’s edge. Motocross is hardly alone here, as all motorsports have this in common. To those who share my affliction, those who seem determined to chase danger, let me just say that I’ve heard your sigh and have felt your trepidation – but – don’t lose sight of how lucky we are to have been called to an unbridled sense of freedom, a freedom too few understand. A certain day reminds me of this wild, untamed embrace of freedom, and that is why my eyes narrow, my thoughts grow restless, and my heart races july 4”

Hygge

HYGGE – Pronounced “hoo-ga”, is a word in Danish that describes a mood of coziness and “comfortable conviviality” with feelings of wellness and contentment.

AND FURTHERMORE …

an outlook on life that focuses on simple pleasures and taking the time to cultivate more of them in your life.
The answer to “WHAT IS HYGGE” will vary from person to person. It’s when you give your body, mind and spirit rest.

Hygge WP

You speak of hygge, but without l v ( love ), hygge is ugyldig ( null and void ). the 2 of you, so golden, so warm inside, you’ve turned me green with misundelse ( envy ). And so I rain upon you sad tears from the hole in my soul, in hopes that l v will grow weary of my mistreatment of you and send my soul its salvation in the form of a for evigt elsker ( forever love ) to call my own.

Invictus Hostis Victus

They all called me “THE INVINCIBLE FAUX” because no one could match my ability to defeat LOVE at its treacherous game of “CAPTURE AND CAGE.” all across the greedily – greened grasslands I giddily galloped, dodging and darting , deftly ditching love’s determinedly dogged pursuit. Sometimes I let my guard down and let love get its nose under my tent – YES – but wherever I laid my lusty gaze and for whatever reason I lustily laid it, I always sat my satchel near the door. And then – UH OH – an ANGEL came along. She lifted me up above the dark cloud of my earthly ways and offered me a SCINTILLATING SNIFF OF HER HEAVENLY SCENT. My icarus wings now a molten mess, my mercury boots now a smoldering jest, I am rooted to the spot I must confess, her attempt at SKEWERING MY FULLY EXPOSED HEART an unqualified SUCCESS.
Alas, I say ALAS.

A Clear View... of Hope

“Some of us often get asked why we seem so intent on seeking out lonely places, places where sounds are few and occurrences rare, places where the greatest uncertainties usually lie in the skies around us. it can almost seem like we don’t like being around others. everyone is different, this we know, but the reason i seek out these places is that sometimes – not always but sometimes – where the vibe and the space and the place and the time are “just so” you can cast your gaze out across the horizon and get a clear view … of hope.”

Forgot to Forget

“with apologies to those who now know better, we forgot to forget that our favorite songs should inspire our path through life; so they still do. we forgot to forget that daredevil adventures were worth the risks; so we still seek them out. we forgot to forget that cheerful optimism was preferable to apathetic cynicism; so we still maintain that outlook. and lastly, we forgot to forget to view each other as a magic carpet ride through life; so on we go, oblivious to our youthful foolishness.“

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It was very nice meeting you on our trip. Can’t wait to come back and see more paintings.

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We need to get back over there for a visit!

That’s even bigger than our TELLURADO! Gorgeous!

Bam

Beautiful

Wow 😮 The maestro just keeps knocking it out of the park - another masterpiece - BAM !

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Tellurado Studio

Limited / Special Editions available in 3 sizes

THAT BLESSED SILENCE

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Linger

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The Gypsy Party

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Dark Side of the Moon

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The Throwback

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Gypsy Vagabonder

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Deaf Ear

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Tangled up in Blue

Another Day in the Life

The World is your Oyster

Dear Friend and Neighbor

Absinthe Minded

The Glow of a Peculiar Moon

Blue Note

Queen of Joy

The Calling

You, To Me

Know Limit

Cup of Gratitude

BTW (Born to Wander) 57 "Moto Cross"

Hygge

Hygge WP

Invictus Hostis Victus

A Clear View... of Hope

Forgot to Forget

Libations

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