GAMES BEYOND ESCAPISM... This is from my upcoming podcasts of mini-adventures in human buoyancy. Stay posted! Play. RADICAL COMPASSION TOOLS: field notebook and good pen, a timer, other humans, and a supple imagination TIME: ten minutes DIFFICULTY: RISK: low, but you will come back changed. ORIENTATION: Compassion is often perceived as an experience, something that we feel or that can come upon us. By the strategically resilient, it is to be treated more as a skill, a commitment, a practice, and a source of usable life energy. This short adventure places it squarely in this second zone. Neurologically speaking, there are few practices we can engage in that so clearly demonstrate positive and
It's time again! If you don't know about it yet, you should because you'll LOVE IT! Such a great Bozeman evening, repeated twice. Tickets sell out each time, so go online at theellentheatre.com to get yours! Homing pigeons, dancing prisoners and the Hawaiian hula highlight Pecha Kucha nights at the Ellen Sept. 11 and Sept. 12 Homing pigeon aficionado Lorca Smetana, former Santa Rosa deputy police chief Scott Swanson and hula scholar Caroline Klarr are among the 11 eclectic presenters at Bozeman’s 8th Pecha Kucha event, Wednesday, Sept. 11 and Thursday, Sept. 12 at the Ellen Theatre. Additional
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. From the commonplace book of my grandfather, Lyle Bush I imagine two great rushing streams rolling down through history and joining in my blood. One a North European monastery, perhaps a military order as well as a healing one. Built for and by community, in the service of something greater than personal wants and needs. Tapestry, stone, and illuminated manuscript, herb gardens, cloister, orchard and stables. Wine and liqueurs, balm and tincture, wool and silk and leather. Sword practice and
Ready for this afternoon's wedding! Preparing the lovelies for this evening's The Gift Worth Giving wedding for Holly CoVille and Joshua Watson. This year's dream wedding is given to this deserving couple, with dozens of wedding professionals donating all to make it possible. It's a beautiful event each year. If you know of a deserving couple for next year, make sure to nominate them!
Came out to close in the birds and found myself standing in the dark below the great horned owl perched up on the chicken coop. She was staring straight across at the open landing platform of the white homing pigeon loft. The coop was open as well and owls don't tend to wait for your invitation. She had taken several of our young racing pigeons a week back, waited until they flew up high and grabbed them from above through the more open wire mesh of one of the other loft aviaries. It was the first
A few mornings ago a champion racing pigeon, a 700 mile flyer, simply didn't come home from a morning spin. HeadsUp left a quiet grey hen and eggs due any day. Dusan isolated the hen and left on a trip. After a short time such a hen will lay her eggs, but has lost interest in nesting them without her mate. For a couple of days I have checked her small crate, freshening food and breaking ice in her water. An egg freshly laid (almost always at 8pm) and taken away from the now indifferent hen may
We are people in need of still moments. In our hurried world, it is deeply important to mark the events that connect us with a simple, joyful symbol of love. The sight of a pure white dove ascending, with home in its heart, is an unforgettable moment that transcends words. It can be a part of your ceremony.
How fun was that! Over fifty people filled the big new conference room at the Bozeman Public Library for an hour-long talk on the 5000-year history of humans and homing pigeons. They touched birds I walked around and held, saw the different colors of feathers of the 20 birds I brought, held grains and wooden eggs and leg identification bands. They met white homing doves from the ceremonial team and our champions from our racing and breeding teams. Afterward we took all the birds out to the front lawn on Main Street. Half of the birds I gave