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A broad margin of leisure is as beautiful in a man's life
as in a book.
Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping.
Keep the time, observe the hours of the universe
not of the railroad cars.
What are threescore years and ten, hurriedly and coarsely lived,
to moments of divine leisure in which your life
is coincident with the life of the universe?
We live too fast and coarsely,
just as we eat too fast,
and do not know the true savor of our food.
-H.D. Thoreau


Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.
Art is knowing which ones to keep.

--Scott Adams{the Dilbert Principle}

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"
--Hunter S. Thompson

"I have learned over the years that when one's mind is made up,
this diminishes fear;
knowing what must be done does away with fear."
~ Rosa Parks

When was the last time I ran free?
How do I make life come alive again?
--from Women Who Run with the Wolves



The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places o one has ever been--Alan Ashley-Pitt


Your First Game

This is your first game.
I hope you win.
I hope you win for your sake, not mine.
Because winning's nice.
It's a good feeling.
Like the whole world is yours.
But it passes, this feeling.
And what lasts is what you've learned.

And what you learn about is life.
That's what sports is all about.
Life.
The whole thing is played out in an afternoon.
The happiness of life.
The miseries.
The joys. The heartbreaks.

There's no telling what'll turn up.
There's no telling whether they'll toss you out in the first five minutes
or whether you'll stay for the long haul.

There's no telling how you'll do.
You might be a hero or you might be absolutely nothing.
Too much depends on chance.
On how the ball bounces.

I'm not talking about the game,
I'm talking about life.
But it's life that the game is all about.
Just as I said.

But every game is life.
And life is a game.
A serious one. Dead serious.

But that's what you do with serious things. You do your best.
You take what comes.
You take what comes and you run with it.

Winning is fun.
Sure.
But winning is not the point.

Wanting to win is the point.
Not giving up is the point.
Never being satisfied with what you've done is the point.
Never letting up is the point.
Never letting anyone down is the point.

Play to win.
Sure.
But lose like a champion.
Because its not winning that counts.
What counts is trying.

--Author Unknown



After Awhile

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand, and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.
You begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.

And you accept your defeats with your head up
And your eyes open
With grace and not grief
And you learn to build all your roads on Today
Because tommorow's ground is too uncertain for plans.

After awhile you learn that even the sun burns
If you get too much.
So plant your own garden
Decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
And you see that you can endure
You are strong and you do have worth.

--Author Unknown

This bridge spans a mountain stream near Ellicott Rock in Georgia.

A symbol of future adventures, it becons the viewer to cross over. Photo taken by C. Wellman




Work like you don't need the money
Dance like nobody's watching
Love like you've never been hurt.
--Bill


Survival Trees
the ones who could have died,
fallen upon, knawed on, fire ravaged,
they are misshaped, ugly,
and deformed.
Perhaps no traces of the torments remain.
No one can tell why the tree looks like it does,
this preverse tree reaching for the sun.
But it lives, and thats what is important.
It survives, thats what matters.
The big strong straight trees have fallen,
are rotting.
But the survial tree remains.
Thats me.
---Brawny



In the long run men hit only what they aim at.
Therefore,though they should fail immediately, they had better aim at something high.
-H.D.Thoreau

My Journey to Freedom and Ultralight Backpacking , a book written with other inspirations by Carol Wellman, was published by Fire Creek Pass, March 31,2003.