My Spirit Walk……

A path is only a path and there is no affront,
to oneself or to others in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you.
Look at every path closely and deliberately.
Try it as many times as you think necessary.
Then ask yourself alone, one question.
Does this path have a heart?, ..\
If it does, the path is good;
if it doesn't it is of no use...
~ Don Juan Matus ~ .
A Spirit Walk is when you follow the calling of your destiny,
going where Spirit leads you,
to experience that which you to need learn.
It is living not from Ego,
but from Complete Being.
It requires that you be totally present and accepting,
so that old habits and ideas do not foster illusions and lead you away from Harmony.

As much literal as figurative, the Spirit Walk is a right of passage.
It is a pilgrimage from one time of Being to another.
While it may involve a journey from home, it is actually a journey to return home.
It is seeking to return the spiritual home from which one drifts in the course of living.
If in finding the Harmony of Body, Mind & Spirit you turn your senses from illusion,
awakening to a new awareness and finding what is Truth for you,
then the Spirit Walk will lead to your true Path.

The day I started walking.....

So where do I begin, I could start at the beginning and tell the story of Buddy from start till now, as we are all on our Spirit Walk all of our lives in one way shape or form, as everything we do, everything we learn, everything we see, touch ,feel , experience, all leads to our interpretations and understanding of the world and how we fit into it.

But for now I will focus on this leg of my life journey, which I will call my official Spirit walk, which now encompasses my life as I am accepting it as my destiny. The day that I began this was quite an adventure itself, and chapters, or even a novel could be written about the events leading up to it itself, but for now I will just focus on the walk.

The walk started around 8am the day after my buddies wedding, I was half still drunk, begging to be hungover, and very confused, angry, lost in the world at this moment. And I just needed some room to clear my head and try to focus on some things.

This wedding weekend was quite eventful for me. I had met this girl who I was instantaneously awestruck by, and we really had a strong primal connection.Well stepping forward to the night of the wedding reception, I spent a lot of time, talking to her, and enjoying her company, and I was really feeling quite good about myself, as she was beautiful, and her personality was completely amazing, and I could tell that she seemed to be enjoying my company as much as I was hers.

Of course following the reception me and “da boys” were all planning on heading out to tear up the town in our normal fashion, and I had asked her if she would like to join us, and though slightly reluctant at first as she thought she may have duties called upon her to head out with the bridal party that she was a member of, and probably a slight fearfulness of rolling along with this crazy guy and his friends that she had just met this weekend, I sold her over on the idea with my wit and charm, on the idea of just going with the flow and not worrying so much about the outcome as it would all work out, as it always does with me, as I am Buddy of course.

When she went to inform the bridal party of this decision however, some past events and decisions, and lifestyle choices came back to bite me right in the butt. I guess a few of the “girls” informed her, that it might not be the best decision to “roll with me” that night, and she decided to head their advice. Well when she gave me this news, I was pretty crushed, I am not going to lie.

Here my swollen ego that night was just trampled, and I began to get very angry, first at her for changing her mind, then at the “girls” who “warned her” not to go, then at myself for giving them reasons that they thought they were warranted on “warning her” not to go. Basically I just became pissed at the world the way that I usually do, and just as the devil loves to feed on opportunity, there she came a knocking. I could feel the vibrations of my phone ringing in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a strange number, and then I remembered giving my number to the hot blonde hairdresser who gave me the awesome doo I was rocking, when I invited her to come crash the reception later with me.

Well she was calling in on this deal, and right at the perfect time when I needed to recover my ego, and my night. Well she showed up a bit later, and I met her outside, where she was dressed like a hooker, but looking amazing. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to parade her around the reception (note that the girls from the bridal party had already departed for the evening). Well after some shocked faces, being handed a condem from my nephew, and taking the final sips of the free liquor that was available for the night, we headed out on the town.

The first bar we stopped at, we ran into some friends of mine, and one of hers, and we sat down and started drinking etc. She decided she wanted to kick the party up a notch and made a few calls to find a party where she could go get some nose candy, she invited me to come along, and even though I wanted no part of the partaking for myself, having a gorgeous blonde, all coked up and horny hanging all over me for the evening did sound like a pretty interesting option for my night. But then this sad feeling came over me, and I chose against it. I told her to go ahead and stop back and I would just wait there, and as she left I found a girl I hadn’t seen since high school and her boyfriend and convinced them to give me a ride to the bar where all my boys were at. The night progressed in its usual drunken fashion, and I ended up getting dropped off at my moms house. This entire time my head was all in lala land and I was all pissed at the world for everything that led to messing up this opportunity I thought that I had with this amazing girl, based on stupid decisions I had made in the past.

I was furious with the girls that told her not to go hang out with me after, I was furious with the world for what I blamed it on for always doing these things to me, and I was furious at me for putting myself in that place in the first place. I woke up at around 7:00 am still drunk and still in this messed up state in my head, I didn’t want to lay around all day with a hangover in this mental state, so I felt like I needed to walk it off, and my car was at my boys house which was in Hopwood which was about 10 miles away by way the crow flies. So what the hay right. I got out of bed and decided to start walking, and what a walk it has been, stay tuned for stories, songs, quotes, rants, raves, all covering the spirit walk that my life has always been on, so you can to see the world through buddy’s eyes.

It's a good life, we ain't dead yet....

he was sitting there,
lookin’ beat down
with his ripped shirt
shootin’ whiskey down
he looked like he had had all he could stand
with his muddy boots, and his callused hands

the scars on his face, told the story how
his hard working days, knocked his life around

when his beer was done, he ordered another round
looked over at me he started to smile

trough his missing teeth, he looked at me and said
it’s a good life, we ain’t dead yet

I am here until I die
and for that how could I cry
I get to live to see another day,to kiss my wife, to see my children play

So through it all. the good and the bad,
my life is great I won’t be sad
I’ve earned my scars, I can’t be upset
It’s a good life, I ain’t dead yet

he said these calluses im thankful for,
and hopefully before I die I’ll have a lot more
these muddy boots are a tribute to,
the type of work I was born to do
this ripped shirt was a hand me down,
wore by my grandfather who built this town

I could sit here and whine,
about what I don’t have
about how hard it is,
or where I am

but why would I curse this path
that put me here, where I could stand
on my two feet so proud to say,
my life is great I wouldn’t want it any other way

I am here until I die
and for that how could I cry
I get to live to see another day,
to kiss my wife,
to see my children play

so through tit all. the good and the bad
my life is great I won’t be sad
I’ve earned my scars,
I can’t be upsetit's a good life,
I ain't dead yet

Vacations in the Bottle

Drinkin’ was a way of life in the backwoods town that I call home.
It was the type of place where a man was judged not by the car he drove,
but the calluses on his hands and the liquor he could hold.
And a place where Sunday mornings the pue’s were full, but so were the bar stools.

A town filled with hard workin’ men, who wake up not afraid to meet the challenges of the day. But when you grow up climbing mountains, I guess life can only be survived if your built that way.

Family ties were tight and true, there was nothing that a brother wouldn’t do,
a neighbor helped a neighbor out, and that’s what life was all about. In this little piece of heaven where I was raised,

But just as god had gifted the land with beauty of the mountains, rivers, valleys he painted with his own hands,
the devil couldn’t let the souls there live in peace, he planted seeds of insecurities, selfish pride, and materialistic dreams, to make the people think their lives weren’t that grande.

Then he stocked the shelves with liquor, so they could drink away their pain.

Vacations in the bottle,
a place where a man can go, to go away.
a place to forget about his problems and the bills he has to pay.
These vacations in the bottle,
could help a man out from time to time.
But a man can quickly drown,
when these vacations in a bottle, become a way of life.

So I guess this is the battle that each man has been facing since the dawn of time.
The top of the mountain and the bottom of the bottle,
are what a man is destined to find.
Is up to him and Jesus and the rest of the story will only be told by time.

Vacations in the bottle, a place where a man can go, to go away.
a place to forget about his problems and the bills he has to pay.
These vacations in the bottle, could help a man out from time to time.
But a man can quickly drown, when these vacations in a bottle, become a way of life.

He said they call me hippy,

he said they call me hippie,
as he sat down next to me,
he said I don’t need much in life,
I just love being free,

he said my name is hippie,
I am from another time,
where people did things for purpose,
not just to chase another dime.

at first I sat there thinking, oh shit man here we go,
but after just a few minutes, our conversation began to flow,

he told me how he was born in this city, back before it grew so large,
then he moved out to the country, where over his own life he could be in charge,

I laughed and said, ain’t it funny, my story is the reverse.
I grew up in the mountains, but for some reason, that slow life I cursed.
I moved out here chasin' money, and a change from those slow ways.
now I wake up missing the mountains, each and every day.

he said my name is hippie,as he sat down at the bar,
he said you don’t need much in life,to get you very far,

he said my name is hippie,as he began to speak to me,
he said the best things in life,are meant to always be free,

our conversation stretched on for hours,covering everything and nothing at all,
we covered politics, religion,
pickin’ mushrooms in the spring, leaves changing in the fall.

he said I don’t trust big government and where this country is headed,
I raised up my glass of PBR and said man you just said it!

he said they call me hippie,
and I live the good life man,
he said I just wish that everybody,
could be as happy as I am,

he said they call me hippie,
as he sat down next to me,
he said I don’t need much in life,
I just love being free

he went on about a story about rebuilding a town in Alabama after the hurricane,
livin’ in a pop up camp town, like livin’ life out on the range,

we toasted to entrepreneurship, as he told me about the way,
he earned extra money bootleggin’ for the thirsty laborers at the end of long hard days,

a dry town with a 5 o’clock curfew required someone to take a dare.
and the only way to the highway without getting caught,
required a 4 wheel drive trek through the backwoods, a little luck, and a prayer.

he said they call me hippie,
as he sat down next to me,
he said I don’t need much in life,
I just love being free,

he said my name is hippie,
I am from another time,
where people did things for purpose,
not just to move things down the line.

after what seemed like just moments, but what took up most my day,
I turned and said to hippie, I gotta get on my way,

I said till next time hippie,
thanks for sitting down next to me,
I said so long there hippie,
thanks for reminding me what it means to be free.

I told the bartender one more for hippie,
I have to be getting on my way,
and as I rose up from my bar stool,
I thanked God for Sunday mornings, good conversation,
guys named hippie, and PBR at the Cowboy Cafe.