With Eyes to Hear

With Eyes to Hear

By Digger Barr 

Posted by Sitara on June 13, 2025

 

In the waste land of a war torn landscape the wind blows into dust devils.

Swirling mini cyclones move randomly and phase out over a tiny rise.

Vegetation is sparse.

In this environment one cannot pound a pulpit, speak in high volumes or force an idea into a crevice it doesn’t fit.

But the wind can carry seeds designed to float great distances.

A milkweed seed is light and its umbrella gives it great lift.

Like a helium balloon it can rise on the slightest air current and journey far from home looking for a place to settle.

The dust devil plays out and releases its grip.

The seed settles gently to the earth.

We call them weeds.

But they are a miracle in the making.

What else can you call the survival of an idea in the most unlikely growing environment.

Seeds find their way into the cracks and when nothing else is willing to try, the milkweed sprouts.

Without any outside nurturing , without the luxury of doting concern, the seed gives growth to a whole new way of looking at things.

If a weed can grow in a harsh desolate condition, imagine the growth if the conditions were optimal.

Imagine the field of tall waving flowers of change, watered and nurtured by relentless storms.

Pounding rains of discontent imbed the seeds further and deeper in the crevices of our psyche.

We cannot continue to pretend the tempest doesn’t exist as it screams and howls what we have long ignored.

When the storm passes it leaves behind freshly watered soil, hydrated and ready for fresh seeds to grow.

All the messenger needs to do is blow the seeds into the wind.

If the environment is right and receptive, think of the possibilities.

I knew as soon as I stood in front of his booth. I knew that he knew and that was huge.

He was selling fresh pressed juice in plain clear jars.

The best damn juice I have ever tasted.

And there was his sign in front of his booth that gave him away.

And that’s how I knew.

The large 5 foot tall wooden carved replica of a Tartarian building facade held a neatly printed plain black and white advertisement. Fresh Pressed Juice.

The table next to the sign was equally as simple.

A cash box next to an ice tray with 4 different types of juice.

And a whole bunch of Tatarian ornamentation.

I looked at the man sitting behind the cash box.

Long wavy hair pulled back in a large bundle held by a tie, this guy seemed gentle and receptive to potential customers.

Behind him were multiple coolers. Each holding a delicious cache of bottles of fresh pressed juice.

“Are you the owner”, I asked?

NO, he will be back in a moment.

It didn’t matter. If this guy was sitting there, he knew too.

When he stood to get my bottle of juice he rose to a towering 6 foot 3. Maybe taller.

Almost the tower demonstrated by the Tatarian imagery outlining the entire booth.

“My booth is just the next two over,” I said.

I will come back to meet him.

Meeting a fellow messenger was thrilling.

His methodology makes me smile clear down to my toes.

Yeah, he gets it.

He knows.

And we are here.

The seeds.

The seed Sowers.

The crevices.

In the fields.

The weeds, the plants, the people swirling in a cyclone of change, raging, confusing.

Grab a bottle of juice from the freshest of fruit.

Keep it simple. Press it. Bottle it Sell it.

Surround it with seeds.

So delicious you will go back.

Look for the tall wooden sign that looks really cool.

That’s the place for nourishment.

This guy knows.

Digger25

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The Space in Between

The Space in Between

By Digger Barr 

Posted by Sitara on March 31, 2025

 

In between Worlds there lies an awful lot of empty space.

Or is it?

In between a past action and a future expectation there is nothing to do.

Or is there?

In between this or that is a whole lot of something, but what is that undefined something?

What do we call space, time or matter that lies in the emptiness?

We use defining moments to mark the beginning and ending of events.

Like bookends on a shelf that hold books into place, we can see clearly where each end lies.

Book covers hold a whole story within its boundaries.

We give markers to signify when something is deemed important so we can see it clearly.

We give the book a title.

But that event doesn’t happen in an instant.

It is the cumulation of a series of actions that lead up to the pinnacle presentation.

In history we learn of events by these defining moments, this happened and then this happened and then it ended here.

We focus on the pinnacle presentation.

In writing, we use capital letters to start a sentence and a period to end it.

In between we try to transfer a thought and share ideas.

We use birth dates and death dates to mark our tombstones.

In between Our lives are lived only to become etched into a few words.

What about those moments we haven’t highlighted?

What is the space in between going to bed at night and getting up in the morning?

What is the thin air in between the branches of a tree?

How would we know the world turned unless we had sunrise and sunset?

What is that space that we do not herald as substance or give credit to as an actual thing?

If it wasn’t an actual thing, we would still label it because that is how we function.

Science would describe such an existence as a black hole or living in a vacuum.

But we do not live in a vacuum so what is this?

What happens in the in-between is the connective tissue of life.

Our down time is when our bodies rest and repair.

We don’t actually have to do anything but sleep to help our bodies do their best and necessary healing.

But we only recount dreams or if something wakes us out of our peaceful state.

We recollect our evening in a general overview only reporting if something unusual happened.

We don’t herald the common or normal routines and behavior unless it goes wrong.

It’s not news enough to say, wow my body repaired itself while I slept.

We simply say, oh, I feel better.

When things are peaceful we don’t give it credit for something taking place.

And this is far far from the truth.

We know Spring has arrived when you hear the birds sing.

They sing out the announcement, “Don’t be fooled by the rain, we are back.”

But what if all is quiet?

Does spring still arrive if you didn’t hear a bird sing?

Does that mean time has stopped?

The air is still very full of vital energy and time doesn’t stand still.

C02 exchanges with oxygen and this space serves as a workshop.

Daylight and temperature triggers a bulb deep in the ground.

Does it wait to start growing until it hears a bird sing?

Of course not.

That ridiculous thought proves that life operates in an unseen, commonly accepted manner.

Miracles and magic happen all around us.

The empty space isn’t empty and it is far from quiet.

And we move along like it’s nothing.

It’s too ordinary to pay attention unless it’s celebrated like Easter.

Beyond the focus on Capital letters, exclamation marks, bangs in the night and singing birds where do we put our attention?

The silent world is a busy place.

The empty space is the conduit for creation.

It is an express way for transferring, transmitting, docking and receiving.

The in-between is the place of the support, the substance, the ingredients, the measuring and the stirring of what comes next.

Without this there cannot be that.

Where would we be if we weren’t separated in some way by free space?

We would be touching all the time.

But then again if air, water, earth are not really vacuous voids then we really are occupying the same space.

The non-empty emptiness is connecting us at all times and everything we do is transmitted in this connective substrate of existence.

Ether isn’t just air. Dust isn’t just dirt but mist is just water.

Even Time is a construct, but it is shared by all.

It is all part of the whole that connects to the rest of the whole.

It’s difficult to know where it all starts and where it ends.

There is no beginning and there is no stopping.

Life cannot be contained.

It is all a cycle that we put markers on for the ease of understanding.

Which is just fine for how else does one describe infinity?

In between worlds there lies a whole lot of empty space.

Or is it?

Live in Awe

Digger25

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Seven Minutes to Noon

Seven Minutes to Noon

By Digger Barr 

Posted by Sitara on June 20, 2025

 

You couldn’t see their wings. But I know they were there.

How else would Angels arrive in such a timely manner if they didn’t have wings.

Maybe in this case it was because they had wheels.

Let me back this thought up a bit and let you in on my story.

After pulling off the interstate I was several miles away from home on the opposite side of town when my low tire indicator came on.

If you have a computer dashboard car you know the one. Bright orange light with a flat tire and an exclamation point in it.

Well, since I had travel so far without the indicator light on I knew that something had happened and I needed to make my next move carefully.

So I kept driving while looking for a potential gas station.

At the very least an air compressor would be desirable but I didn’t see that showing up as I maneuver into a parking area.

It was more of a tiny convivence store, ma and pa style with only two pumps rather than an actual station.

I strategically parked in an open space that would allow for a tire jack if necessary..

I got out of the car and looked at my rear tire. It was very flat by this point.

I have never shredded a tire before but, if I had not stopped that may have been next.

With all the hope in the world I went inside to ask if they had any air.

The answer I had already gotten a feel for, NO.

But wait, they had fix a flat in a can.

Only 15 dollars plus tax.

I took off the valve cap and twisted on the tube of miracle foam and pressed the button.

For a second hope lifted as the tire started to rise.

Suddenly foam came shooting out a definite breech with a hissing sputtering sound as pink foam began covering the black asphalt.

A razor blade could be seen embedded in the rubber.

Shifting on the hot pavement I took out my phone and succumbed to calling for roadside assistance.

My insurance will cover this. No worries.

It’s not like I couldn’t get out my spare and attempt the lug nuts myself.

I stared at the lug nuts for a minute to see if that ideeeea got any more appealing.

It did not.

Hello, Big Jim’s towing?

Oh, you’re not roadside assistance? How much? $260?

Okay I will try Insurance again Thank You.

As I was saying goodbye to Big Jim I heard something to my left.

Two young gentlemen were walking directly to me, trying to get my attention.

Behind them on the street was parked a big truck pulling a trailer that indicated. Tire repair.

I blinked. Then blinked again as I basically hung-up on Big Jim.

“Hello,” said one young man. “We were driving by and saw you might need help.”

I was trying not to be stunned. I was stunned.

Finally I managed to clamor , “you are here to help ME?”

They both smiled brightly and said yes. “We can fix your tire.”

I am not usually speechless but this was one time I was lost for words.

Do you have the lug key? he asked.

The men were ready to take care of the situation and just needed me to register what was happening.

Yeah, a lug key.

It was discovered in the glove box. By the time I shut the car door, my tire had disappeared into the pull -behind trailer.

I walked around to the front of the store to throw away the fix-a-flat can then returned to my car.

My tire had reappeared and was being placed back on my car..

‘You are good to go’, Owen said.

For some reason I looked at my phone. It had been maybe 7 minutes.

I said wait, May I take your picture?

Owen grinned looking over his shoulder then went back to tighten the lug nuts.

Chantzen had dropped the car and pulled away the jack.

I searched for words again. Is it fixed fixed? No leak? miles, hours

Good to go?

I didn’t doubt them, I was still swimming in some sort of astounded disbelief.

They grinned again. Yes. Good to go.

I didn’t want to be rude but what does one do next?

“How much do I owe you?” I asked predictably.

They handed me business cards as a reply.

Nothing, They had previously agreed.

“Could I at least give you a tip”. It sounded so frivolous compared to the gratitude I felt.

They were climbing into the hero’s mobile. Have a nice day they said and that was that.

Then they were gone.

I had told them they were Angels and I would write them a story.

I like writing stories about Angels.

Even ones that use wheels.

But truly they must have had wings too.

They were hidden somewhere behind those shiny bright grins.

Even as I write this I feel a bit of disbelief.

This really happened. It’s a true story.

It was yesterday at seven minutes to Noon.

I am humbled beyond my own level of previous faith.

There are good people in the world.

But the likelyhood of the timing and placement…?

If there was ever a doubt may it sputter away as useless foam.

Chantzen is an unusual name. Intriguing.

And Owen? Is that spelled with an ‘i’ for the ‘win’.

Whomever you are, you are my Angels

I am grateful beyond these words of gratitude.

Thank you.

Digger25

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Situational Gravity

Situational Gravity

By Digger Barr 

Posted by Sitara on February 21, 2025

 

It’s 4 AM and I really should try to get some more sleep.

But I got to thinking about the amazing transition we are experiencing and decided to do an update.

Recording a bit of how it feels to go through this time seems important to me. This is a boots on the ground perspective.

I can only imagine how many different perspectives there may be at this time.

This is just one point of view of what it’s like to be wide awake while deeply embedded in a demography that is resistant to change.

This is season 5 of a 6 season program. We are in episode 17.

In 36 hours Kash Patel will be confirmed as Director of the FBI.

At that time we fully expect a revealing of every last one of the skeletons in the closet.

The darkest of all secrets, this will be the toughest pill of all.

A great end of season cliffhanger.

The exposure or purge as it has been called, has been happening at breakneck speed.

Like, don’t turn your head or you will miss something.

Or keep your head on a swivel so you don’t miss something.

Don’t break your neck because no matter how hard you try you can’t see it all.

The Trump administration has brought on so much change so quickly I believe it has caused a wave, not just a ripple, in the time continuum.

Some would say we have shifted Timelines.

A timeline jump so massive that it hurled us far into the future by earth standards.

I don’t know enough about physics to fully explain how it works, but the effects are evident.

Nothing makes it stand out more than when talking with those resistant to change.

More than being resistant, they are vehemently opposed to everything that is happening.

Not because they wouldn’t want the changes.

It’s just that they can’t see what is happening.

They don’t see this as beneficial because they are so blinded by hate.

They see the new administration as pure evil and therefore all the actions are condemned.

I know they are so programmed that they are not seeing clearly, so I have patience.

I tried a new approach with my 103 yr old client.

I said, ‘I know you think that he is evil, and I tried to hate him too. But I couldn’t when he kept doing great things. The changes being made are going to help us.’

She said, ‘I won’t argue with you, There is nothing I can do about it.’

At 103 she is entitled to her opinion. She has witnessed a lot of change in her lifetime.

At the speed this regime is making changes, I don’t expect her to keep up.

It is simply too much for some people.

If and when they understand what is happening I have no doubts they won’t protest any more.

That epiphany is up to them.

I can only be who I am at this moment and be here for them when they are ready.

For those that are still willing to talk to me that is.

This is a tough time on polar relationships.

And for the growing numbers of awake and aware, it’s an entirely different story.

Whooowee, what a difference a timeline makes.

Now this is the side of things I am thrilled to be a part of. It’s at this end of the bridge where the party is rocking.

It used to be a quiet and lonely place. But more are arriving every day and it is a spectacular scene.

We know to roll up our sleeves because there is still so much more work to do.

We have been hit with a record number of M class solar flares. More in one day than in x+y total years.

The Shumann resonance is off the charts hitting all time highs.

The planets continue to play astrological bocce creating fusions for an energetic happy hour.

We humans are in a blender of integration.

Sickness and physical ailments are running rampant among the uninoculated and ripping roughshod through the vaxxed.

People are desperate to find something to blame rather than explain.

The explanation may just be the bridge too far.

We are barely keeping up.

What if we tried to know everything at once?

Would we actually blow up?

I got up this morning because in dreamtime I grasped a thread of a concept I wanted to anchor.

It came about as blame because it’s something I cannot explain.

I wish I could explain gravity.

Instead, I am blaming gravity.

Even if it’s innocent it’s always a good fall guy.

And it owes me a few.

You see, somehow gravity bends time.

The further away from gravity we get, time changes.

It slows down.

Often when life gets too crazy for me, I slow myself down, and suddenly I have more time.

Nifty trick and it really works.

Gravity and I have a relationship that I don’t really understand.

So if we are jumping timelines there must be a moment where we are defying gravity.

Not that gravity goes away but in some way we have found a way around it.

When moving at lightspeed gravity loses its effect.

When moving as fast as He has, and when we followed, we broke the hold of time and catapulted into the future.

Somehow we jumped timelines and left those not following behind.

We are able to see in the future from this point. We can see ahead.

We can see because we are in an elevated position and the way ahead is in view.

We are levitating above the density of fear and growing lighter.

Our light bodies are evolving as we purge our own skeletons.

As we release, we rise.

Stay grounded and we stay in touch with Gaia.

It’s okay if you want to keep going.

But for those of us who choose to be here to continue helping with the transition, you may want to find some gravity boots.

Bare feet will do.

We can see what those who have not seen are going to see.

We know what is ahead for them and from this perspective we are living in the future.

We have become time travelers.

How far into the future can you see?

Have you seen other time travelers amongst us?

How is your integration going so far?

When talking in reference to others, please dispense of the name calling.

It really is detrimental to yourself. And to all of us as a whole.

The f- bombs are creating toxic energy.

But condescending attitudes are poisons to our soul.

Could you imagine a time traveler telling you, you are stupid because of what you did not know?

Episode 17 will have us on the edge of our seats.

Back and forth over the bridge we go.

Welcome to the future.

Welcome back.

Digger25

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Sounds Like a Tea Party

Sounds Like a Tea Party

By Digger Barr 

Posted by Sitara on February 25, 2025

 

As a long time dissenter of the American tax system I have heard multiple rationalizations for compliance.

People don’t like being told they have just done something foolish.

They feel justified by turning the finger away from themselves and pointing out why dissent is wrong.

The first obvious response I hear is that one will go to jail.

To which I say, possibly but only if you’re caught lying.

The Irony is lost on most in this scenario.

Liars jailing those calling out the lies.

In addition to that, most tax filers fudge about the numbers they use so by default the whole program has generated a system of lies based upon lies.

And if you haven’t lied, congratulations for trying to be truthful.

You got robbed the most.

The next comment I hear the most is a type of gaslighting.

People point out that I shouldn’t use the roads because our taxes pay for them, therefore I shouldn’t expect to be able to use them.

This comment never surprises me but is always a revelation at how naive we Americans are at where and how our tax system ‘works’..

To respond to this idea directly, one should know that our roads are funded through taxes collected at the gas pump.

Each state varies but my state has one of the highest rates at .494 cents per gallon.

It doesn’t matter how much the actual gasoline cost, the .494 cents will be collected according to volume, by the gallon.

This way the state can get a consistent amount despite the distributor or market rate.

Clever. No percentages here.

At our current gas rate, that comes to about 12% on the dollar that we pay in tax at the pump.

As the petroleum prices go down the tax percentage will actually go up without any legislation at all.

An average fill up of a car takes 10 to 12 gallons of gas.

12 gallons of gas equates to $5.92 in taxes no matter what the current price of gas is.

That is quite a lot when you really look at it.

The tax rate on groceries and services is also amongst the highest here with a combination of state and federal tax at 9.63 %.

The state rate varies from 6.5 % to 8.9% depending on your location and industry but you get the idea.

And then there is the fact that money has already gotten taxed even before you arrived to buy gas and groceries.

Let’s take a look at what a work week earning $500 means.

Currently withholding amounts can hit as much as 37%.

Earned income of $500 calculates out to be $315 take home.

Fill up the car once and you will have about $270 left.

Go get groceries, if you’re frugal enough you can still have $170 bucks plus one bag of groceries.

We haven’t even gotten to the costs of rent, utilities, car payment or clothes, dentist, or the much needed beer at the pub.

Most people are not fairing very well.

Of that paycheck the total taxation so far comes to almost $200.

More than you have left in your pocket for basic survival.

Every time you spend money there is a tax.

This tax is paid with money that has already been taxed.

That money goes into the system to pay another employee that is taxed on that same dollar.

And the cycle begins again.

By the time a single dollar goes into circulation it is taxed beyond its value so many times it boggles the mind.

Does Ponzi scheme come to mind? On steroids!

My disillusionment has also been with where our tax money goes.

Isn’t it supposed to help our infrastructure and social programs?

It is easy to become skeptical when you consider the poor condition our roads are in.

Or the amount of homeless that are on the streets.

The drug use and mental illness rampant on the streets are supposed to have programs that are helping, not making it worse.

Now because of DOGE we are finding out where our tax money has been going.

If you weren’t outraged by the poverty algorithm running within the taxation process already, maybe now you can finally grasp the extent of this deception.

So why is it that so many people are busy preparing their taxes?

Once again I seem to be a dissenter among a disgruntled but loyal tax abiding population.

I am not here to tell people what to do.

Nor would I say you shouldn’t file your taxes. especially if you’re entitled to a refund.

But did you not hear the guy?!

The IRS is a fraudulent organization.

They are crooks and they have invented rules, selling them as laws and taking money from you that has already been taxed for eternity.

At the very least, file for an extension and wait and see what plays out.

I am not opposed to the idea of taxes. Just as I am not opposed to the idea of vaccines.

I am opposed to lies and deceit.

I believe in audits when there has been lack of truth.

Truth in our society seems to have many layers in which it has been hidden.

Vaccines could be a truth. But let’s get down to the base layer of truth on that.

We wouldn’t need them if we were not exposed to toxins disguised as disease to begin with.

The truth has been so buried we have built our lives, our routines, our beliefs stacked high on a hill of quicksand.

Do you recall the cartoons of old that showed a character running out into thin air, only to pause a minute, look down and realize there was nothing holding them up?

Yeah, that’s the ah-ha moment we should be in.

And yet what I am witnessing is people trying so very desperately to continue business as usual.

No one wants us to fall flat. That may be why things in the new administration are happening the way they are.

Nesara is in full swing. Next year this whole scenario will be totally different.

I am considering how one would file taxes this year.

I am wondering if there will be an item line to consider all of the redundant taxes that have already been paid.

Property tax, utilities, food, clothes, and children shouldn’t be allowances.

Perhaps they could be a write off in absolute values.

Anything that is a natural condition of living shouldn’t be taxed or an ‘allowance’.

Aren’t we born into existence as natural and free?

One would think this was the case, but no.

Somehow being born has been monetized by a system that WAS beyond our control.

If we are to continue taking care of our children let’s follow through with the whole of it.

We are going to get this straightened out but it takes all of us.

We need everyone to pause for a minute and really take a look at where truth lies.

Look at your feet. Where have you been standing?

Where is the lie that you have based your reality upon?

It’s there. Not hidden. Disguised, but in plain sight, it’s there.

Find it and then let go of the fear it feeds you.

Be strong. Be courageous.

Stop making it personal.

This takes a community.

We can and will do this together.

I heard dividend, didn’t you?

Digger25

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Hope on the 4th of July

Hope on the 4th of July

by Digger Barr 

Posted by Sitara on July 12, 2024

 

I found hope on the Fourth of July.

In a place where one would hope to find peace and tranquility, I indeed found the world that I envision for the future.

 

Peace and tranquility on the American fourth of July in most places would be considered an oxymoron.

When even the most remote areas are inundated with campers that for some odd reason bring loud with them as a standard part of fun.

 

I am not fond of the traditions adopted by this particular holiday as I am not in favor of loud banging nerve racking fireworks.

Add to that the constant vigilance over the dangers that come with playing with fire in nature, none of that is my idea of fun

 

With some skepticism but a little bit of hope I traveled out of my fair city seeking a respite from the neighborhood’s pops and booms.

 

With a friend and her dog we drove to a nearby lakeside town.

What we found there was a beautiful reminder of why we chose that spot.

Here is a shout out to a town that is doing it right.

I am not going to say where it is, sorry.

Perhaps this is to be a seed for thought that this harmony may happen anywhere in the world.

 

I will say that this town is a huge draw because of its gorgeous lake.

The very first thing you will see pulling into town is a very large sign designated this town as a pedestrian town and all cars must yield.

 

That is a very good sign.

 

Summer crowds are part of the program and the traffic that goes along with that.

Add in all the celebratory visitors, and a post parade situation, we thought we were going to be swimming upstream without a paddle.

But as it turned out we just became part of the flow.

 

An amazing thing the city planners and city council have done is create Free Parking in the areas closest to the lake.

Free Parking for the most convenient access to businesses, Marina and the City beach park areas !

This is one of the most refreshing ideas of our time.

 

Instead of trying to profit and gouge people further, they welcome them to come enjoy themselves.

Once the free lots fill up as they are on a first come first serve basis, you can purchase a one time parking permit to park anywhere else in the city.

 

Any street is available with normal time limits that they have actually changed from 2 hr limits to 4 hour limits.

This seems to be contrary to other towns that seemed to have shifted the opposite direction.

 

The openness and acceptance of allowing people to park and become a pedestrian is inviting.

One doesn’t feel the need to fight for parking and immediately the feeling of being part of the community makes one feel included and at home.

It promotes the feeling of goodwill instead of competitiveness.

 

Our destination was a place designated specifically for dogs. It was called the dog beach.

We located the trailhead and found plenty of free parking near a very clean and tidy restroom facility.

It was a clean well maintained area full of informative signs complete with ‘you are here’ maps.

Any visitor is immediately fully informed on what is nearby, how to get there and what is expected.

This was indicated by including free doggie doo bags.

Kindness preempted by kindness.

 

Before we found our parking space, we had ventured into a natural food store to find some lunch items.

We pick a natural food store run by local proprietors, not a chain store.

This store was bustling with shoppers, so a huge yes by the locals.

 

It turned out to have everything we needed and more.

First thing in the door was a refrigerated end cap that displayed all things for the healthy gut biome.

I was stunned because that is exactly what I was looking for. There were a plethora of healthy choices even in the hot and cold food bar.

They even offered recycled boxes or gave you a bag option without a charge for the bag.

 

We packed up our picnic and chairs and proceeded onto the trail.

It was a little bit of a walk but I think that is what is expected when having a dog.

 

This is the other thing about the decisions made by this town’s planners.

Here is a piece of real estate that is cut off from the main city beach by a railroad but, instead of closing it off they created a trail to it and allow dogs to go off leash to enjoy the water.

It was very private and large enough to accommodate multiple parties. I would say there were many dogs and their people but we had plenty of privacy because of trees and rock formations.

It was very well thought out.

 

And so we had a spot by the water for the day.

The scenery was stunning.

And even with the park squeezed between a rail bridge and the highway which was busy with traffic, the lapping of water was winning our attention.

This brings me to another point that came into my awareness later in the day.

 

At no time did we hear any bangs and booms of firecrackers, fireworks or any other such loudness.

There were plenty of boats on the water, including several kayakers, but no loud obnoxious behaviors such as blasting music .

I don’t know if the marinas post for such noise ordinances but I noticed that particular noise pollution was absent.

I am leaning towards the thought that the people made those polite choices themselves.

There was a feeling in the whole day that respect begets respect and that in this moment the community worked together in achieving this.

In a setting such as this framed by blue mountains, a shimmering lake of pristine water, the community becomes a reflection of its environment.

 

Unlike the dystopia running rampant over the planet, this was the experience of a community working together to create a community for everyone.

It is inclusive to visitors and residents alike. It was about choosing a healthy environment and promoting in that vision a better way to live.

It took the healing qualities of nature that should be free and available to everyone and instead of capitalizing upon it they made it more accessible.

 

Don’t get me wrong, the real estate here is off the charts.

As most lovely places on the planet it costs a lot to own and people are flocking in to buy.

Housing is driving prices up everywhere.

 

But there was one little thing more that made my day.

When I read the label on one of my purchases from the local store, it said there was a 50 cent return deposit on the jar.

The product was bottled by them and they were willing to pay for you to bring back the reusable container.

A business that uses recyclable containers and takes responsibility for their packaging.

My mind was blown!

I love these guys.

I love this town.

 

Of all the ways we can do things on the planet, here is a small out of the way place that is actually doing it well.

No wonder people are flocking to it.

Let’s pray they can hold out against any adverse influences. But from what I saw, they are and they will.

And maybe, just maybe this idea of how to live well will catch on.

 

With loads of love

 

 

 

Digger Barr

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