Good morning from the front of 154. Off to the mail trail in a few minutes. I didn't deliver any mail yesterday, just packages. That wouldn't have been possible without 4 wheel drive. There was over 8" of wet, heavy snow on the roads and driveways. By the end of the day the roads were starting to melt as the storm broke and the sun started to peek through. That's the nice thing about a March snowstorm, the snow doesn't last long. Looking forward to more melting today. I'm off! 3.6.25

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Anything the red Feds do, blue can undo, and vice versa. But *transfer* power and money from the Feds to the states - both red and blue states will take it - and resist giving it back. Make government compete daily across fifty models rather than every four years across two. ~ Naval Ravikant

6:09 AM. Good morning from the front of fire 152. I offer this poem this morning. People want you to be happy. Don't keep serving them your pain! If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. ~ Rumi I think about this poem often. How it plays out in my life and others. We spend a lot of time with our wings tied. They're great moments when we do get them untied. 3.4.25

I'm in front of fire 150. Feeling like I need to say something. If I don't, my days don't go as well it seems. Seems I have to push the boundary a bit. Be transparent and vulnerable. So when I push the post button it feels I may have gone too far. That no one will ever see me the same again. My posts will be ignored, etc. I talked to a guy after work yesterday. It was mid-afternoon. I had time and space. The sun was shining. I had a good day on the route. A few minutes into the conversation he tells me if he ever ran over a child on the mail route he'd go him and off himself. He has a special place for children in his heart because of a bad childhood, he says. ### I'm interested. I am interested in people's stories most of the time. It's been that way my whole life. When I was a child and throughout my teens I spent a lot of time on the telephone talking to whoever. A number of times I would hear this: "It feels like I have known you my whole life." My middle school friend said I talk to you longer than I do my girlfriend. I don't know why this is. It just is. ### He went on to tell me about the addictions he's had. And how he's been in recovery for 8 years now. How his recovery started the day after he was going to drink himself to death and it didn't work. He just checked himself in. While we were talking he told me how his body filled with goosebumps as he told me about connecting with a higher power in the recovery book he was given. And when he starts feeling like he wants to break his sobriety his sponsor will call him out of the blue. It can be six months without talking and he appears in my life, he said. ### The first thing I did this morning was read a few Rumi poems. The first two I read I wanted to post here. One of them I would share with the 41 year old man I talked with yesterday. ### The Tent Outside, the freezing desert night. This other night inside grows warm, kindling. Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust. We have a soft garden in here. The continents blasted, cities and little towns, everything become a scorched, blackened ball. The news we hear is full of grief for that future, but the real news inside here is there's no news at all. ### 3.2.25

Good morning from the front of fire 149. I'm off to the mail trail for my 6th and final day. Then it's Sunday off and home with the family. I love Sundays as of late. Hope you have a great weekend! 3.1.25

What I just saw happen in the Oval Office looks serious and unsettling. I have never seen a press conference like that. Wow.

Good morning from the front of fire 147. It's Friday. Ready for a day off. That's not until Sunday. Between now and then I look forward to more of the unpredictable. Conversations at work that I never thought I'd have. A smile and a wave from a customer. Or a spring sound that I hear only this time of year. Time' is short this morning. Off to the mail trail. Hope you have a great day! 2.28.25

I've been asked to do a podcast interview on the importance of local nurseries and native plants. I am excited and nervous. I listen to hours of podcasts a day. Now I will possibly be the one interviewed. I will post details when we get it worked out. Off to the mail trail. Fire 146 2.27.25

Every bitcoin purchase I have ever made felt like bad timing in the short-term, and fantastic timing in the long-term! Just a reminder that it’s impossible for anyone to time the market. ~ Joel Bomgar

“There are only two types of people in the world, those that understand the benefit of Bitcoin and are trying to get more integrated with it, and those that don’t understand it yet, but they will.” ~ Michael Saylor #Bitcoin

I'm a lifelong Democrat left of center-left Indian boy who grew up in rural, white, and conservative Eastern Washington State. So I have friends and family across the political spectrum—from MAGA to Marxist. And, anecdotally speaking, the happiest people in my life, regardless of political affiliation, are the ones who are part of a spiritual community, exercise regularly, spend time in the outdoors, socialize with extended family, and are in longterm romantic relationships. The unhappiest people in my life are the most politically active, whether by word, thought, deed, or online obsession. ~ Sherman Alexie

6:13 AM. Good morning. :-) Fire 145 2.26.25

For me it's Bitcoin or bust at this point. #Bitcoin

When it comes to my financial future I think of one thing: Bitcoin. The rest is just noise. #Bitcoin

Good morning from the front of fire 144. It's 31 degrees out there. 50 degrees warmer than it was last Tuesday at this time. Yesterday I was delivering mail in Earl at dusk. I heard a robin calling. Thinking more and more about plants and whatever else will be waking up. Ah, the taste of warm weather after a long winter. 2.25.25

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There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew. ~ Rumi

11:25 AM. Sun shining. 34 degrees. Spring sounds. Snow to slush to wet black top on the roads. My 15 year old son drives me to buy eggs. We have chickens. Most of them to old to lay. The others that lay aren't laying yet. On the way there we talk about town roads. Who got killed on that hill. The stop sign where mom found an abandoned car until she saw a hand pop up. Then it wasn't abandoned anymore. We drive by the house on the hill. The hill his great grandparents gave away to friends on a drunk one night. That's the story anyways. A pileated woodpecker flies from tree to tree next to us. A man walks his two dogs with a whistle around his neck. Looks like a gym teacher. I paid two bucks for the dozen eggs. They're supposed to be four. While delivering their mail I bought a dozen one day; another the next. I only had a five dollar bill a day to slip through the slot underneath the padlock. They owed me two. We're even now. Home now with the eggs. My driver is going to cook us breakfast before we look at a house his older brother and wife might buy. The pallets you see will be covered in native plants in a couple of months. And people will hopefully drive up our driveway with fantasies of gardens full of wildflowers covered in butterflies and bees of all kinds. 2.23.25

7:50 AM. A day off. In front of the fire. I have a podcast I listened to yesterday on my mind. It was with Laurence Hillman. He's an astrologer among many other things. His father was James Hillman. The renegade psychologist that I mention here once and awhile. Before I started delivering mail full time I would spend hours a day with James Hillman's work. It fired me. Anyway, I bring this up because I'm not your typical man. And it bugs me once and awhile. Mostly, I think, because I have been trying to understand our political climate for the past 5 years. I listen to a lot of podcasts with a political slant that I wouldn't have thought about listening to prior to 2020. But listening to Laurence Hillman calmed it a bit. He did a lot of framing of things into left and right brain thinking. When I sit in front of these fires I think I'm mostly in right brain mode. It's timeless and I'm reflective, like the moon. I'm always wondering where the moon is in the morning. I like the framing because it puts aside the questions of masculinity and femininity. We all have left and right brains. And of course the two work together. But in our culture we're mostly raised to use our left brains measuring the world with math and science as we use advanced technology. As we do this we leave the soul behind. The part of us that once, and still does at times, relates to an animated world. Another author I mention here a lot is Daniel Quinn. And I reflect on how his work has had a deep impact on me since my mid twenties. In fact, a local journalist once asked me why I was obsessed with Quinn's work. It sort of pissed me off. I see Quinn's work as a teaching tool. Like anybody else I presume, I want people to have the best tools available for the job. In this case, the job is saving the world. We don't ever ask people that suggest this or that tool or technology if they are obsessed. I'm sort of the same way with Bitcoin. What Quinn's work did for me was wake me up again to a world that is sacred, alive, and like you and I, has a will of its own. So here I am looking at my right brain with my right brain this morning. Fire 142 2.23.25