when they go to the mountains....there is the secret and they are searching for the secret...the white mountain....up above the world the journey takes them...they share the same vision...the same goals ..like comrades..
in youth there was Shangri la and the monks who wound there way up the pass pressed in fox fur and gloves and faces wrapped for the weather and the yeti that watched from a distance..somewhere there is a chance for things to go right and the mysteries revealed and the understanding rising like a cold white sun...
We moved to Idaho in, what was it, 2002 to build a house and live on some land in the woods and learn where it all comes from. The house was solar electric and we had a well dug and i learned how to build as i built it. We lived 15 miles from town. Our son went to school in town. I worked in town. My wife worked in town. That became a lot of time spent in the car. But our place was ours and it was beautiful but in the end it did not work out and we had to move back to Portland in 2008.
Oh, it is nice to be back.