Comments for Naked In Eden Blog - Robin Easton http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog Author . Speaker . Nature Photographer . Musician . Adventurer Tue, 31 Jan 2012 00:49:53 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 Comment on Storms of Change by Bernie http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27389 Bernie Tue, 31 Jan 2012 00:49:53 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27389 Weather systems are created from the friction between differing layers or systems of pressure. Storms then are a product of seeing differences and from putting distance between one paradigm or another through judgments . The differences then collide so that they can see each other face to face so that the energy moderates and recombines seamlessly once more. Extreme weather in the world or in one's personal life then is an indication of differing layers or opinions desiring to recombine. I sense from you Robin, that you are a reconciler or transformer of energy that creates an atmosphere of love wherever you may go. Through your empathic connections, you feel that which others have forsaken and restore the forgotten back into the harmonic state of natural being. Weather systems are created from the friction between differing layers or systems of pressure. Storms then are a product of seeing differences and from putting distance between one paradigm or another through judgments . The differences then collide so that they can see each other face to face so that the energy moderates and recombines seamlessly once more. Extreme weather in the world or in one’s personal life then is an indication of differing layers or opinions desiring to recombine. I sense from you Robin, that you are a reconciler or transformer of energy that creates an atmosphere of love wherever you may go. Through your empathic connections, you feel that which others have forsaken and restore the forgotten back into the harmonic state of natural being.

]]> Comment on Storms of Change by Chris Edgar http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27357 Chris Edgar Sat, 28 Jan 2012 21:33:24 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27357 Hi Robin -- I think what jumped out at me about this post was the humility and humanness in it -- the appreciation of the wildness and unpredictability of storms and other things that happen in life, and the willingness to just let the storm happen for now and try to comment on it later once it can be understood (if in the end it is understandable). Hi Robin — I think what jumped out at me about this post was the humility and humanness in it — the appreciation of the wildness and unpredictability of storms and other things that happen in life, and the willingness to just let the storm happen for now and try to comment on it later once it can be understood (if in the end it is understandable).

]]> Comment on Storms of Change by Evita http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27352 Evita Sat, 28 Jan 2012 02:24:52 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27352 Dearest Robin, If there is anyone who will appreciate storms and look upon them with peace, it is you and this is why you inspire in every thing you share. Your last line about responding rather than reacting out of fear is so priceless Robin. Thank you for all that you share always! Sending you love, and holding you in my thoughts of the highest version of peace, health and happiness. Dearest Robin,

If there is anyone who will appreciate storms and look upon them with peace, it is you and this is why you inspire in every thing you share. Your last line about responding rather than reacting out of fear is so priceless Robin.

Thank you for all that you share always! Sending you love, and holding you in my thoughts of the highest version of peace, health and happiness.

]]> Comment on Finding Peace in the New Year by Troy http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/finding-peace-in-the-new-year/comment-page-1/#comment-27350 Troy Sat, 28 Jan 2012 00:55:39 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10193#comment-27350 What beautiful pictures. To experience unity, or whatever you want to call it, in such a place must be an unforgettable experience! What beautiful pictures. To experience unity, or whatever you want to call it, in such a place must be an unforgettable experience!

]]> Comment on Storms of Change by Alex Blackwell | The BridgeMaker http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27341 Alex Blackwell | The BridgeMaker Fri, 27 Jan 2012 21:46:58 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27341 Please know you are not facing the storm alone. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Alex Please know you are not facing the storm alone. My thoughts and prayers are with you.

Alex

]]> Comment on Storms of Change by Bill Gerlach http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27336 Bill Gerlach Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:31:05 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27336 Robin, What a way to take storms in both a literal and metaphorical sense. This hit home: "When we are open to life’s storms we begin to realize that we are being offered something new and usually much needed, a brand new perspective, a new direction, opportunities that might not occur to us in our easy “sunny-weather-days”. Or opportunities that we might not willingly choose without a little (or BIG) nudge from the universe. Storms often change the landscape and offer us a totally new view, just as heavy rain washes all clean, leaving us with clearer vision." New perspective... new view... nudge from the universe. So true! It's about seeing and experiencing each storm as it is -- neither good nor bad, but just as it is. I think we all are always facing a storm in some way, shape or form. It's how we choose to face it that makes the difference. My most memorable storm: Hiking the White Mountains, trying to get to Mt. Washington when a storm hit us above tree line. Wind, rain, and lightening going off all around us. I had never felt so exposed to the elements. We helped some parents/kids get off the peak and below tree line and found shelter in a hut. My brother and I still talk about it to this day. Be well, my friend! Robin,

What a way to take storms in both a literal and metaphorical sense. This hit home:

“When we are open to life’s storms we begin to realize that we are being offered something new and usually much needed, a brand new perspective, a new direction, opportunities that might not occur to us in our easy “sunny-weather-days”. Or opportunities that we might not willingly choose without a little (or BIG) nudge from the universe. Storms often change the landscape and offer us a totally new view, just as heavy rain washes all clean, leaving us with clearer vision.”

New perspective… new view… nudge from the universe. So true! It’s about seeing and experiencing each storm as it is — neither good nor bad, but just as it is. I think we all are always facing a storm in some way, shape or form. It’s how we choose to face it that makes the difference.

My most memorable storm: Hiking the White Mountains, trying to get to Mt. Washington when a storm hit us above tree line. Wind, rain, and lightening going off all around us. I had never felt so exposed to the elements. We helped some parents/kids get off the peak and below tree line and found shelter in a hut. My brother and I still talk about it to this day.

Be well, my friend!

]]> Comment on Storms of Change by Robb http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27328 Robb Thu, 26 Jan 2012 04:48:11 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27328 Kia ora Robin, I have always felt closer to the wild, learned more, and Listened more, while in stormy weather. Which is a good thing because in my beloved mountains it is most often stormy. My last trip I spent two days waiting out hurricane force winds while the hut I was in shook and rattled. Nature seems to reveal more of Herself in a storm for me, or maybe that is simply my own nature. It can be hard to know when to risk venturing out into that storm and when to simply sit tight. think it through, or let it pass. I wish you with my heart and aroha the courage I know you have to make the choice which suits you best. My own current storm is both with Taylor, my oldest son, and Tara, my lovely wife. Taylor and I are now currently estranged, we had to ask him to leave for reasons I won't get into, suffice to say it was hurtful to both Tara and I. I lost him in the mountains not long ago, the mountains gave him back. Out here, he is lost in a storm I am even more helpless in. All I can do is hope he finds his way. And Tara, at the same time, has confronted old family issues going back to her childhood between her father, stepmother, and real mother, and as a result we are sitting outside the family at the moment. her courage, honesty, thought, and desire to have a better relationship with all these people through confronting old norms and pain has just been stunning for me. To see her venture into that storm where most would stay put and let things just be the same makes me love and respect her more than words I write could ever express. Sometimes these things work out, sometimes they do not, fathers and son stay estranged, fathers and daughters lose their way. So I am hunkered down for a bit, peeking out the window of my hut, and longing for blue skies and gentle breezes. A timely post Wild One, as usual. Sending aroha and wairua to you. Kia kaha e hoa! Aroha, Robb Kia ora Robin,
I have always felt closer to the wild, learned more, and Listened more, while in stormy weather. Which is a good thing because in my beloved mountains it is most often stormy. My last trip I spent two days waiting out hurricane force winds while the hut I was in shook and rattled. Nature seems to reveal more of Herself in a storm for me, or maybe that is simply my own nature. It can be hard to know when to risk venturing out into that storm and when to simply sit tight. think it through, or let it pass. I wish you with my heart and aroha the courage I know you have to make the choice which suits you best.
My own current storm is both with Taylor, my oldest son, and Tara, my lovely wife. Taylor and I are now currently estranged, we had to ask him to leave for reasons I won’t get into, suffice to say it was hurtful to both Tara and I. I lost him in the mountains not long ago, the mountains gave him back. Out here, he is lost in a storm I am even more helpless in. All I can do is hope he finds his way. And Tara, at the same time, has confronted old family issues going back to her childhood between her father, stepmother, and real mother, and as a result we are sitting outside the family at the moment. her courage, honesty, thought, and desire to have a better relationship with all these people through confronting old norms and pain has just been stunning for me. To see her venture into that storm where most would stay put and let things just be the same makes me love and respect her more than words I write could ever express. Sometimes these things work out, sometimes they do not, fathers and son stay estranged, fathers and daughters lose their way. So I am hunkered down for a bit, peeking out the window of my hut, and longing for blue skies and gentle breezes. A timely post Wild One, as usual. Sending aroha and wairua to you. Kia kaha e hoa!
Aroha,
Robb

]]> Comment on Storms of Change by Larry Rice http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27327 Larry Rice Thu, 26 Jan 2012 00:31:31 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27327 Challenges in this roller coaster ride we commonly call, “the journey of life” are certainly in everyone’s experience. Personally, I can’t remember a time when I did not feel as though I was a misplaced soul. I have walked among family and friends, co-workers and acquaintances without feeling apart of the group. I have gone from a shy kid to an out going adult. The transition included a transition from being a people pleaser to becoming more of one who experiences self-acceptance. For a time, I lived in a world of cynical separation from the day-to-day world. It has been said that “if you scratch the skin of a cynic, you find a frustrated idealist underneath!” Over time, I could not meet the challenge of “living among them.” I withdrew into a fog of drugs and alcohol, running from responsibility, relationships, jobs and commitments of any kind. I maintained on the fringe of the functional, just enough to pay my bills. Constantly seeking the answer outside myself, I became a moving target. I sought the answer to finding peace. I wanted to be comfortable in my own skin. I ran from place to place, job to job, relationship to relationship wanting desperately to find the fix. Then on November 15th, 1982 at 9:15 PM, I was seated at my bar, looking at a wine glass filled with vodka and in my head, I heard the question, “Why are you killing yourself?” I began to ponder this question, as it kept repeating itself over and over in my head. I could not let go of it, it would not go away. It was a soft voice that insisted on the answer to the question. I was 37 years of age, miserable and filled with discontent. I had used alcohol, reds, yellow jackets, black beauties, grass, LSD-orange sunshine and window pane, psychotropics, pain pills, grass and hash to run from my feelings. I always needed something to take the “edge off.” At about 10:00PM, I poured out every bit of alcohol in the house down the kitchen sink. I let go of the idea that suicide was an option and the questioning stopped. I surrendered as I began the journey back from the edge. I stopped killing myself with drugs and alcohol. I found and attracted people into my life that are like minded. I stopped running and gave myself permission to just be. I gave up the notion that I needed to react every time I felt hurt, rejected or had bad news. I embraced meditation and slowly I learned a new way of living. Today, 29 years later, my life is filled with fun, peace of mind, acceptance and love. I am present and the chaos has been reduced to a dull roar. I laugh at myself and become amused by things that use to send me running. It is not perfect, challenges come and go. These are, for the most part, the “seemingly bad” and when I have worked through them I have learned, expanded my self concept and become a bit stronger. I no longer seek the answer. I accept the fact that I will always feel as though I am not quite a fit. I will experience life feeling a bit outside the norm and a bit uncomfortable in social situations. The difference today is in the acceptance. I have found that I can live life on life’s terms. I don’t always lie it, however, I have found acceptance of others as they are and myself as I am, is a very peaceful way to live. I read once that to some degree, we are all like light bulbs on a Christmas tree. We are different shapes, colors and sizes, yet we are glowing with energy from the same source. I have developed a great awe regarding the source of this energy. It runs through us and all of creation. Yes, I even talk to trees. I talk to myself and my dogs as though they can understand and sometimes they do. It is a challenge, sharing all of this. I risk that you will find me odd and I accept that. If you have read this far, I thank you, in the hope that you got something out of the experience. I love you Robin. Be well my friend. Challenges in this roller coaster ride we commonly call, “the journey of life” are certainly in everyone’s experience. Personally, I can’t remember a time when I did not feel as though I was a misplaced soul. I have walked among family and friends, co-workers and acquaintances without feeling apart of the group. I have gone from a shy kid to an out going adult. The transition included a transition from being a people pleaser to becoming more of one who experiences self-acceptance. For a time, I lived in a world of cynical separation from the day-to-day world. It has been said that “if you scratch the skin of a cynic, you find a frustrated idealist underneath!” Over time, I could not meet the challenge of “living among them.” I withdrew into a fog of drugs and alcohol, running from responsibility, relationships, jobs and commitments of any kind. I maintained on the fringe of the functional, just enough to pay my bills. Constantly seeking the answer outside myself, I became a moving target. I sought the answer to finding peace. I wanted to be comfortable in my own skin. I ran from place to place, job to job, relationship to relationship wanting desperately to find the fix.

Then on November 15th, 1982 at 9:15 PM, I was seated at my bar, looking at a wine glass filled with vodka and in my head, I heard the question, “Why are you killing yourself?” I began to ponder this question, as it kept repeating itself over and over in my head. I could not let go of it, it would not go away. It was a soft voice that insisted on the answer to the question. I was 37 years of age, miserable and filled with discontent. I had used alcohol, reds, yellow jackets, black beauties, grass, LSD-orange sunshine and window pane, psychotropics, pain pills, grass and hash to run from my feelings. I always needed something to take the “edge off.”

At about 10:00PM, I poured out every bit of alcohol in the house down the kitchen sink. I let go of the idea that suicide was an option and the questioning stopped. I surrendered as I began the journey back from the edge. I stopped killing myself with drugs and alcohol. I found and attracted people into my life that are like minded. I stopped running and gave myself permission to just be. I gave up the notion that I needed to react every time I felt hurt, rejected or had bad news. I embraced meditation and slowly I learned a new way of living.

Today, 29 years later, my life is filled with fun, peace of mind, acceptance and love. I am present and the chaos has been reduced to a dull roar. I laugh at myself and become amused by things that use to send me running. It is not perfect, challenges come and go. These are, for the most part, the “seemingly bad” and when I have worked through them I have learned, expanded my self concept and become a bit stronger.
I no longer seek the answer. I accept the fact that I will always feel as though I am not quite a fit. I will experience life feeling a bit outside the norm and a bit uncomfortable in social situations. The difference today is in the acceptance. I have found that I can live life on life’s terms. I don’t always lie it, however, I have found acceptance of others as they are and myself as I am, is a very peaceful way to live. I read once that to some degree, we are all like light bulbs on a Christmas tree. We are different shapes, colors and sizes, yet we are glowing with energy from the same source. I have developed a great awe regarding the source of this energy. It runs through us and all of creation. Yes, I even talk to trees. I talk to myself and my dogs as though they can understand and sometimes they do. It is a challenge, sharing all of this. I risk that you will find me odd and I accept that. If you have read this far, I thank you, in the hope that you got something out of the experience.

I love you Robin. Be well my friend.

]]> Comment on Storms of Change by Christopher Foster http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27325 Christopher Foster Wed, 25 Jan 2012 21:12:06 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27325 What an extraordinary conversation you've created here Robin. It's the most important conversation we could possibly have. Storms come to us all one way or another, and sometimes they are so intense (I'm speaking for myself) I would have been quite happy to just nod off for a long, long sleep. And yet as I approach 80 and with quite a ton of trauma behind me I realize with wonder and much, much thankfulness that there has been a hand of grace on me all the time. Not a mysterious hand out there somewhere but the love and wisdom of my own eternal presence. As the ancient Indian saying has it: "Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the time I am being carried on great winds across the sky." Thankyou for your valiant and generous spirit Robin. I'm with you as you walk into this storm. Much love. What an extraordinary conversation you’ve created here Robin. It’s the most important conversation we could possibly have.

Storms come to us all one way or another, and sometimes they are so intense (I’m speaking for myself) I would have been quite happy to just nod off for a long, long sleep. And yet as I approach 80 and with quite a ton of trauma behind me I realize with wonder and much, much thankfulness that there has been a hand of grace on me all the time. Not a mysterious hand out there somewhere but the love and wisdom of my own eternal presence.

As the ancient Indian saying has it: “Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the time I am being carried on great winds across the sky.”

Thankyou for your valiant and generous spirit Robin. I’m with you as you walk into this storm. Much love.

]]> Comment on Storms of Change by Nancy Shields http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/storms-of-change/comment-page-1/#comment-27321 Nancy Shields Wed, 25 Jan 2012 15:27:42 +0000 http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=10256#comment-27321 Hello My Friend Robin - it's been a while and so happy that I read this one on the storm of change....oh how I've been blessed with the storms of my life - in the greatest of these storms and pains is where my greatest lessons have been. I also love the wind and the storms and so true not to be afraid but instead be aware of your surroundings, your feelings and emotions through the storm. In gratitude to your analogy of storms in nature and storms in life, Nancy Hello My Friend Robin – it’s been a while and so happy that I read this one on the storm of change….oh how I’ve been blessed with the storms of my life – in the greatest of these storms and pains is where my greatest lessons have been.

I also love the wind and the storms and so true not to be afraid but instead be aware of your surroundings, your feelings and emotions through the storm.

In gratitude to your analogy of storms in nature and storms in life,
Nancy

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