camp (prelude)
This years Mindful May, our fourth edition, is a story about Duality in Harmony*
& is based on a series of (very) true events.
(insert tagline here).
I. BIRD MEETS BEAR
Our tale begins with ‘The Bird’. His name are his initials [P.G.] & he’s been flying as high and far as he can for a little too long now.
Just “gliding” the skies…
Looking for what exactly? Who knows. Going where? It’s a little hard to say.
P.G. could use some rest so he can stay at his best. Just because he’s a bird & knows how to fly, doesn’t necessarily mean that he has to do it all the time.
I’m sure it comes with its perks, being able to fly.
I mean Who - in all of life - has NOT ONCE wished that they, themselves, were able to fly?
NOT ANYONE. ANYWHERE. EVER.
To see the entire world - all of the seas and all of the trees - from an aerial point of view at all times… sounds pretty damn amazing.
But yes, back to P.G. He had been in the air flying [nowhere] for too long. He was running out of gas and it was time to sit down somewhere. It was time to land, and when he did, he would have to greet the Bear.
II. INTO AND OUT OF [HIBERNATION]
If there’s anyone that knows about sitting down, or better yet… keeping their feet to the ground; ESPECIALLY where P.G. is most likely to land, is the Bear.
This is Robinson; they call him that because he likes to sing a note or two. Robinson is well known around the forest, jungle, wildlife preserve and Gods-green Earth.
Unlike P.G., who most times is seeing things from above, Robinson spends equal/more time on the ground… hunting, defending, and maintaining order amongst the trees and its inhabitants.
Trees are his Life. His Tree; his Life. & he will defend them all, at all costs. I have memories of Robinson as a kid, telling me that “Only You Can Prevent Wildfires.” I’d hear that and be like… “Man, he’s right. Only I Can Prevent Wildfires.”
Luckily for P.G., the tree that he had no other choice but to land on… what that of Robinson’s. His entrance wasn’t disturbing to Robinson, but he [robinson] was at the tale end of his Hibernation, one that he both needed and deserved. It’s an annual staycation, where the goal is to do nothing. Just rest, relax, reflect a bit, and do a little rehab, if necessary.
Throughout a good majority of the year, Robinson is real active in the forest-streets. He spends most of his time hunting, mating, meeting, overseeing and protecting his community. Caring for his cubs. With that being said, it can take a minute for Robinson to get up and going after a good slumber. After getting himself (properly) together, he goes and does what he’s known to do - grab a cup of coffee and take a seat at his table.
III. TABLE TALK
You see, Robinson likes to craft & build things. The table was one of, if not THE first thing that he built from scratch. All on his own. After taking a seat and sip of his cold brew, Robinson looks up and sees an unexpected guess sitting on the other side.
The bench(es) that P.G. & Robinson met each other upon are those of a hand-crafted, work/life balanced table; one that Robinson put together three years ago.
A DEEP DIVE [A NEW TABLE] — Thirty-Fifty Co.
When you look at it, the table (by all modern day definitions), Robinson uses His in every way applicable and possible. Daily and diligently. The carvings, markings, lines, and designs were thoughtfully placed on [and into] tHis Table.
It started as a chart, a graph…
a [4]square of focal points to put at the forefront;
in terms of creating/maintaining/& sustaining LIFE, & the means, ways, and STYLE in which it’s executed.
Robinson decides to breaks bread with P.G., who’s certainly in need of it. He feeds “table food” to the Bird—knowledge and news in which he felt P.G. could use.
“This table is very special to me. It has meaning” Robinson says.
“…meeeeeeaning what exactly?” P.G. responds.
“Peep this, Pecker. Take a goooood look at it all. Start with the outside and work your way in-To the square(s). One large and four small(er).”
“OK. I can do that.”
P.G. continues on “…but can i just say, that I’ve never really talked to a Bear before. I see them all the time… you know, when i fly. But you’re the first one I’ve really stopped and conversed with.
So, this ‘Quad’… is it only the squares? I think i learned in a Latin country somewhere that ‘quad’ means four, right?”
“I was only asking because if we’re talking about fours… I’m seeing a lot of them” P.G. says (with a mouthful of food).
Robinson stands up, sips his brew, looks at P.G., and says “Well good. That’ll make all of this that much easier to explain, and that much easier to understand.
Every curve and line was designed with symmetry in mind. May it be a circle, an X, or a square… fours are [intentionally] placed everywhere around this table.
This is a Quadrangle, and the Quad is the Root. I’ll tell you more about that later.”
Not before devouring every piece and crumb of bread in the vicinity, P.G. asks Robinson to
“Tell me now.”
IV. AT THE ROOT
TO BE CONTINUED…
