Sojourner - Traveling with the “Canman”

  Don't understand the title of this post, "Busyness is Laziness"?  Neither would have I before this retreat held at  the  Drala Mountain Center , an 45 miles north-west of Fort Collins, Colorado.  Having come off of 3 days of vigorous skiing and driving challenges, we were ready for what was advertised as a meditation and yoga renewal.  As we pulled into the mountain center there was an immediate aura of tranquility.  Entrance to Drala Mountain Center    Drala Center The meditation retreat was team led by 2 incredible people, Linda, a yoga teacher from the Czech republic and Steve, a meditation leader with training in the Tibetan Buddhist practice.  But this was not a Buddhist retreat per se. Rather sequential meditation and yoga sessions interspersed with opportunities to enjoy outdoors, existential conversation, scrumptious vegetarian eats and even some guitar jamming.  The opening session was amazing beyond words with eloquent and profound thoughts that kept my attent

Breckenridge, Colorado Want to find yourself?  The formula...  First learn a little about space exploration, then challenge yourself on the ski slopes, get a lesson in servitude, finish it with a snowy mediation and relaxation retreat all punctuated with thought provoking existential discussions.   Two big messages came out of this experience for me... 1.)  Busyness is Laziness 2.) It Doesn't Matter in the End This trip started with a visit to my good friend Dave, who had recently moved from Fort Worth to lead amazing virtual reality developments at Lockheed Missiles & Space near Denver. A rising star, 3 decades my junior, who may very well be a future Elon Musk or a renowned guru.  Time will tell.  That GPS you take for granted is brought to you courtesy of a constellation of huge satellites.  Imagine a workspace where you strap into a virtual gaming machine or interact and design satellites as an avatar in virtual reality.  Too cool! GPS Satellite How about this for your work

It is hard to believe 2 decades have passed since I last saw the port of San Diego, then as a naval officer.  What has not changed is the beautiful blue bay, ubiquitous sail boats and AWESOME Mediterranean climate with the juxtaposition of cool ocean breezes and dry desert mountain.  Dinner by the seashore with an old friend rekindling memories and youthful fantasies.   But what brought me back to San Diego was not fun or friend it is war and family. My son, a navy pilot deployed overseas was not coming home as planned with a Pacific cruise now extended for months at a minimum.  His bride and two newly adopted kids from an orphanage were in need of support as they prepared for a move to a bigger home.  The beauty of retirement emerged allowing me to come and cook to my hearts content, trying out new recipes such as Indian curries and lemon tarts using fresh lemons from their backyard.   And staying in shape biking thinking, "Dorothy I'm not in Texas anymore" as the hills