Journey To the River

A few years ago, I drove up to the Grand Canyon from Tucson to meet up with my dad, my brother-in-law, and my two nephews... They all came in from Chicago.

We were only there for a couple days, and it was a very pleasant reunion for "the guys..."  We did some easy hiking around the south rim of the canyon, took a jeep tour, and began walking down Bright Angel Trail for about 45 minutes one afternoon.  We turned around and came back up for ice cream... We were certainly not the most rugged bunch, though we were very happy to be together.

As a younger man, I'd done a good deal of intense hiking, camping, and backpacking, and I was starting to yearn for a bit more adventure while in/at the Canyon...

A Red Box Story

I recently fabricated and painted a box. Sounds rather mundane...

It all started when my daughter asked me to build her a play mailbox out of wood. She and I went to Home Depot and purchased some cheap plywood and some basic tools. She quickly lost interest in the project, and I thought it was fun to cut, nail, and sand the rough little piece... I think I made some little wood craft about forty years ago at summer camp - that was my prior experience.

Busy Not Writing...

I haven't been writing for a few weeks, and I look forward to getting back to that...

In the meantime, I've been excited lately about carving a new abstract wooden sculpture...

(This is not the sculpture I'm working on, and it's not even mine...)
 
I also recorded some classical piano, and I'm editing some raw footage for the second Warrior's Dance "Dream Series" piece...  In fact, the sound track of this next segment in the series will be to Beethoven's piano Sonata No.14 in C-sharp minor, Op. 27, No. 2, or "Moonlight Sonata."







I had an opportunity to play this piece on a remarkable Yamaha extended grand piano at The Cavern Recording Studios here in Tucson.  I was told musicians come in from all over the country to record on this gorgeous instrument, and we live only a few blocks away!  What a treat... The picture below is not the actual piano I played on, and the person depicted isn't me either...it's Schroeder.

Anyway, here's a link to the 6 minute recording... The entire Dream Series segment should be done next week... MOONIGHT SONATA LINK

Thanks for visiting!

Peace.

David Lader 

Woodcarving Fun

I haven't made time to write anything lately, so I thought I'd share my most recent attempt at woodcarving...




The following images were taken with my Nikon 5200 and a 40 mm macro lens.

  I carved this figure from common Basswood and finished with oil and wax...







Hope you enjoy the piece.  By the way, the images are pretty degraded here - please let me know if you want to see high resolution images, and I'll get 'em to you.

I've also been busy creating the new Warrior's Dance Dream Series, 5 short video pieces shot in Tucson at the Warrior's Dance school... These will be my first attempt at producing my own video - They will all be shot with my Nikon 5200 DSLR, and I'll be doing the editing with iMovie - not too sophisticated...

The sound is my own voice and my Native American F# flute... Enjoy...

David Lader

Warrior's Dance Dream Series # 1

Greetings...Hope you enjoyed the previous post - I know it was a bit heavy.
I wanted to take a short break from writing and share something else I've been working on out of the Tucson Warrior's Dance School.  I'm producing ten brief video segments of Warrior's Dance entitled the "Dream Series..."  These will all be shot by my students in our studio, and we'll be using a Nikon 5200 DSLR.  I'll be doing the editing and post-production in iMovie.

Here's the first one:



The sound track is my own original music - it's me chanting along with my F# Native American Flute...

Have fun and feel free to send me any feedback or reactions.  I'll be back to writing in a week or two...

Peace,

David Lader

FrankLy Speaking

For as long as I can remember, it's been source of comfort for me to make grand decisions regarding the inherent value of others. I have a history of having conveniently appointed myself the official in charge of determining whether or not countless folks should be entitled to share the planet with me. Borrowing an expression from George W., I was the "Decider" in these matters.

Feelings' Locale

"Feelings' Locale" is not a reference to the newest Weight Watcher's strategy - it's merely the title to this post which wonders, sort of, where our feelings are located.

Where do your feelings reside?  In your head?  Perhaps in your gut, your heart, your left kneecap, or under your pillow?  In light of some of the common language we use to describe our emotional experience, some of the above suggestions aren't really so outlandish...

Are You Stuck?

I've been grouchy and irritable today because I've taken on too much - I've overfilled my plate...

It's always fun, comforting, and convenient to blame my high level of anxiety on everything on earth outside of myself, though this sort of nonsensical thinking simply makes it easier for me to feel sorry for myself, act like a victim, and justify even more poor decisions, such as filling up my plate even higher...

Resentments and Cheetos

A friend recently told me his wife was behaving like a child.  When I asked him how he felt about the whole thing, he said he wasn't angry with her - just a little resentful.  He seemed to be in a pretty bad way, so I asked him how he was doing in general.  He explained how he'd stayed up too late the night before watching brainless television.  While struggling to stay awake through a very bad hair replacement infomercial at two in the morning, he inhaled a liter of Coke, snarfed down two pints of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey, and, for his coup de grâce, he devoured an entire family-size bag of Cheetos Crunchy XXtra Flamin' Hot Cheese Flavored Snacks.

Neither of us wondered much if his little episode had anything to do with his splitting headache, upset tummy, nasty mood, or the giant bags under his eyes -  it was all too obvious.

Talkin' To Strangers

A total stranger asked me how my day was going.  I was waiting for my double espresso, and I think he'd just finished paying for an iced coffee.  Being a generally social person, I was immediately pleased that someone seemed to have at least a modicum of genuine interest in my welfare.  This initial reaction was then slightly tempered, in the following three or four nanoseconds, by a cautious optimism that overtook me as I began to consider the distinct possibility that this seemingly harmless gentleman was, in fact, some sort of raving lunatic...


...preparing to pounce on the opportunity to get external validation from me, his next hapless victim.  As it turns out, he was either a real gentleman or an outstanding actor.  If forced to bet, I'd guess he wasn't acting, at least for the most part (note: those relationships closest to us present the greatest challenges for personal growth.  Consequently, random social engagements, given their comparatively superficial nature, are generally much easier to negotiate than the relationships we have with a spouse, close sibling, parent, or child).

What Do We Deserve?

People deserve respect!








...or at least a little respect, according to Aretha.

That's a strong and simple statement, and one that wouldn't tend to procure much controversy.  In fact, I suspect most people would "take issue" with anyone that would question the notion.

I've been taught that asking questions that begin with "why" tends to make folks a bit uneasy, and, since a little discomfort seems to be a key ingredient in the learning process, I want to ask "why do people deserve respect?"

Juggling

I took a little break from writing this week, though I'm very enthusiastic to get back to pulling topics from my "Blog Folders" which are stuffed with a very large number of various paper scraps with scribbled notes from years of wondering about things...

Knowing Stuff

I'm always enthusiastic when I hear or imagine what seems like a new thought, or an interesting variation on an old thought.  While few, if any, ideas are really "new under the sun," it's a relief that new things seem to enter my awareness every day - otherwise, what a boring life it would be...

One Big Family

While intolerance is alive and well throughout our world today, there seem to be remarkable efforts to spread information around the planet in the hope of dismantling the prolific hatred that has been born of our fear and ignorance.  As global economic distress escalates, indirectly threatening the education of our young, and self-righteous fundamentalists, bullies, and extremists waive their flags as prominently as ever, the future of our species hangs in the balance.  

Old Friend

I received a phone call this morning from a very old friend (I'll call him Penn), and it's been about 20 years since our last contact.  He had a remarkable interest in the details of my life and my well-being today, and he seemed to care so deeply.  I have such clear memories, from long ago, of Penn's deep appreciation for the value of others, and I felt a lot of love and sadness as I reflected on how relatively unavailable I was to value him during my youth.  Fortunately, my sadness today is distinct from any feelings of shame that I may have, a feeling that is perhaps rather self-absorbed and counter-productive (guilt seems more constructive, as it is focused on how we have harmed others, rather than on how worthless and pathetic we are)...

False Modesty

False modesty is, among other things, pretentious, inauthentic, condescending, and deceptive.  It is also ubiquitous these days...

Note two of my favorite quotable quotes that follow - they both convey the same basic message, though the lovely and brilliant Golda can never be accused of sugar-coating anything.  Marrianne Williamson, whose now-famous words have been often mistaken for those of Nelson Mandela during his 1994 Inaugural Address, is a bit more eloquent and flowery.

It's Not Fair

My children seem to complain less and less often about how they routinely get the "short end of the stick..."  They are about four and seven years old, respectively, and they already have a certain degree of emotional maturity that most adults in our culture seem to lack.  My wife and I try our best to continually remind them that life is not fair, and it'd be a good idea for them to practice getting used to it.  Consequently, the kids continue to feel pretty angry with the apparently endless injustices they perceive, and, remarkably, the reactions they have to their understandable distress is not so destructive to themselves and others as they used to be.  We try to discourage their dramatic attempts to manipulate people around them to make their world "right" again.  We do this by trying to "normalize" situations that are apparently unfair to them.

On Age and Beauty

...You don't look a day older!

Should we take this at face value?  Sometimes "a cigar is just a cigar," so the saying goes, and we simply don't look like we've aged.  Still, I wish I had a dollar for every time someone insincerely complemented another on their semblance of youth.  Our obsession with the extent to which our appearance may or may not convey our number of times around the sun is of particular concern to me...  I am as guilty as the next of having willingly consumed the media's shameless portrayal of idealized and superficial beauty, and it doesn't resemble anyone over 35 years of age...

Abstract Photography

I've been taking photographs of a 1903 home in one of Tucson's historic neighborhoods...Barrio Libre.  I purchased the property with Linoa, my real estate investment company (named after our kids Linnea and Noah, by the way).  These photographs are the beginning of a series I intend to produce...

Powerful Language

It seems as though language may be relatively limited in terms of its ability to help us communicate, as there are so many non-verbal ways to communicate as well.  Still,  the range of effectiveness of our verbal communication efforts seems remarkable.  This range appears to be based on various word choices that we make routinely and unconsciously.  By raising our awareness regarding some of these word choices, perhaps we may have an easier time being authentic and saying exactly what we mean.