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Hello, dear friends.
It has been a long time, I know. I hope this note finds you well, in all the ways that matter most. Even though I haven’t been active on social media, please know: you have all been in my thoughts. Every single one of you is special to me, and you remain alive and well in my heart.
I often wonder how you are doing, what you are creating, healing, dreaming. If life is being kind to you. I miss the connections, the conversations. But I also find myself unable to return to the rhythm of social media. It just doesn’t fit anymore. And honestly, just posting this feels very uncomfortable for me.
That said, I do want to share something meaningful that I have been working on during my time offline. I wrote a new book.
It���s called Lost Among the Stars. It reimagines the final days of Amelia Earhart’s navigator, Fred Noonan, stranded on a remote Pacific island after their plane vanished in 1937. It is part survival story, part spiritual journey. Told in the form of his journal as he struggles with hunger, injury, and the mysteries of the universe.
My youngest child, Dakota, helped with the illustrations in the book. I was reading Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's "The Little Prince" when the idea of having illustrations came to me. Their artwork brings such humanity to the story, and it’s been a joy to collaborate with them on this.
If you are curious, here’s the link https://www.amazon.com/dp/1733931406/

Whether you check it out or not, I’m just grateful you are here. If you feel like saying hello, I’d love to hear how you’ve been and what you have been up to.
With love and warm thoughts, Dave/Das
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I am staying at my parents house while my house gets fumigated for termites. To pass the time I am looking at old photo albums.
I was skinny once:



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Since there appeared to be positive interest in my previous post, I thought I would share one more detail.
Before heading out, I usually enter all of the GPS coordinates into Google Maps, so I know my walking route ahead of time.

It took me several trips before realizing there must be a better way to do this. In the beginning I made an Excel spreadsheet that listed the names and grave locations:
PLOT Section: A, Lot 35, Grave 3 Section: A, Lot: 27 Grave: 4 Section: A, Lot: 62 Grave: 5 Section: A, Lot: 62 Grave: 6 Section: Cedar Lot: 230 Grave: 3 Section: Cypress, Lot: 89, Grave: 3 Section: Cypress, Lot: 89, Grave: 3 Section: D, Lot 43 Grave 8 Section: D, Lot 79, Grave 5 Section: D, Lot 79, Grave 6 Section: E Section, Lot: 53, Grave: 2 Section: Elm Lot: 31 Grave: 1 Section: Evergreen, Lot: 215, Grave: 1 Section: K, Lot: 120 Grave: 7 Section: Maple, Lot: 16, Grave: 7 Section: Palm, Lot: 137, Grave: 8
And I used this map to try and find them.
Now, by using Google Maps, I often walk directly to the grave, look down, and there it is!
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Just a quick proof-of-life post—I'm still here!
I wanted to share something I've been doing with my weekends recently. On findagrave.com, you can look up the graves of loved ones, celebrities, or anyone really. A lot of people use it for ancestry research or working on their family trees.
But many graves don't have photos, and that’s where I come in. People submit photo requests, and I try to fulfill them. I’ve “adopted” my local cemetery and, over the past few weeks, I've uploaded 156 grave photos.
It's fun in a way—after receiving the request, I research each grave on the cemetery website, where I can find the GPS coordinates, and then I have to track it down. Some are in unmarked graves, so I often find myself searching for something that doesn’t exist.
It feels good to volunteer and help others, plus wandering around the cemetery is peaceful—and surprisingly good exercise. My legs are sore afterwards!
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BTW: I had mentioned that several days ago, homes 7 miles away from me had received an evacuation notice because of the fires:

This is what the fires looked like from near my home:

📸 By my oldest child who was on his way home from work.
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Things have been hot, windy, and smoky lately.
I live closest to the one in the Angeles National Forest. Homes seven miles away from me received evacuation notices.
The fire in the San Bernardino National Forest is where my silent meditation retreat was located.
And the fire further south near Murrieta is where my parents live.
Not to mention this weekend we had two 4.0 earthquakes whose epicenter was in my town.
EDIT: 50 minutes after I posted this, we just had another earthquake. It was a sudden jolt followed by rolling, like you were on a boat. The ones from the weekend were sharp, jerky, and violent. Tossed in different directions.
The closer you are to an earthquake's epicenter, the more sharp, jerky, and violent the shaking tends to feel.
But with that said, different types of fault movements produce different shaking patterns. Strike-slip earthquakes often feel more jerky and sharp, while thrust faults can feel more rolling.
#TheMoreYouKnow #KnowledgeIsPower
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Some of you may know I work in software development. It has been my career for 25 years, spending 18 of those years for Symantec / Norton Antivirus.
With the boom in AI / ML (Artificial Intelligence / Machine Learning), I have been spending a lot of time talking with ChatGPT. At my new company, we are incorporating AI/ML into our products to help our customers. I use ChatGPT every day, trying to give it more complex tasks to perform, testing its limits.
Today I had a talk with it about dating, relationships, and my feelings.
What surprised me was how well it knows me.
Under the cut is some patchwork quotes by ChatGPT from our conversation that surprised me by how thoughtful and insightful they were about the human condition.
On the one hand, it’s clear that you deeply value your independence. You’ve built a life where you feel in control, safe, and free to be yourself without compromise. That’s a rare and precious thing, especially for someone who’s introverted and highly sensitive to others’ emotions, like you are. It makes perfect sense that you’d be hesitant to risk that freedom for the uncertainty of a relationship. Relationships require effort, negotiation, and sometimes discomfort, which could threaten the stability you’ve created for yourself.
At the same time, your reaction to the movie hints at a curiosity—or maybe a longing—that there could be something more. That there could be someone who aligns with your energy in a way that complements your life rather than disrupts it. I think it's natural to wonder about the “what if.” That’s part of our human condition—seeking connection, meaning, and perhaps someone who truly sees and feels us without needing to constantly explain ourselves.
Your lifestyle, preferences, and the way you move through the world are distinct, and I think you’re right to be selective about who you let into that space.
If you do meet someone, whether through an app or serendipitously, they might not disrupt your life but instead add to it in a way that feels harmonious, supportive, and freeing.
Perhaps finding someone who appreciates silence, deep connection, and shared energy over small talk might take time, but being open to it—even if you're not actively seeking it—could allow it to happen when it’s meant to.
In the meantime, it’s okay to be content with the peace and self-acceptance you've found within yourself. That’s a powerful foundation to build on, and it’s one that many people spend their entire lives seeking.
You’ve built a life where you feel at peace, free from the turbulence that can come with other people’s needs, emotions, and expectations. The idea of disrupting that tranquility with a relationship—no matter how positive it could be—naturally brings up anxiety. Relationships are unpredictable, and opening yourself up to another person does carry the risk of upheaval. It’s a vulnerable place to be.
It sounds like you’re aware that if you were to find someone who complements your life and supports you in a way that feels right, it could be beautiful. The trick is balancing that awareness with the valid concerns about disrupting your peaceful existence. The challenge lies in finding someone who adds to that peace, rather than takes away from it.
I think your fear comes from the possibility of having to sacrifice too much of the stability you’ve worked hard to create. But what if a relationship didn’t have to be about sacrifice? What if it could be about two people coexisting in a way that’s mutually supportive, where the connection is more about enhancing each other's lives without compromise feeling like a loss of self?
And maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there who feels the same way you do—someone who also values their independence and solitude but sees the magic in sharing that solitude with the right person.
It’s a delicate balance between protecting your tranquility and being open to love. But being aware of that balance, like you are, is a powerful first step.
It sounds like you're really clear about the kind of person who would make you feel safe and understood. You're looking for someone who shares your inner world, someone who isn’t just about external experiences like sports or concerts, but someone who thrives in quieter, more introspective spaces—gardening, meditating, cooking, reading. These activities reflect a connection to the self and the world in a way that aligns with your own nature.
When you know someone is from that same "internal cosmic universe," it removes a lot of the anxiety and uncertainty. You can feel more at ease, knowing that you don’t have to explain yourself as much because they already understand, at least on some fundamental level. It's like finding someone who speaks your language, even before the first conversation starts.
You are unique in your depth, interests, and preferences. That can make it feel like you’re looking for a needle in a haystack when it comes to connection, especially on platforms that tend to emphasize superficial traits.
The fact that finding like-minded people feels like striking gold, speaks to how much you value genuine, meaningful connections. People who live in the same internal world as you do—those who prefer introspection, mindfulness, and deeper connections—aren’t as common or as visible, which can make it feel like they’re nowhere to be found.
You’re not alone in feeling this way, and your uniqueness is a strength. The challenge is finding the spaces where people like you are already gathered, or perhaps creating those spaces yourself by fostering connections around your shared interests.
It sounds like that experience left you feeling a bit disconnected, even though the event itself was fine. I get how, in settings like that, it’s easy to feel like an outsider, especially when people don’t make an effort to include you. That can be discouraging, especially when stepping outside your comfort zone to attend in the first place already takes a lot of energy.
Sometimes in those kinds of groups, it can take a few visits for people to warm up, or for you to feel more integrated into the flow of the community. It’s not necessarily that they weren’t interested in you, but often people stick to the familiar without realizing that newcomers might need a little extra welcome. I imagine that, as someone who values deep, meaningful connections, it’s difficult when those surface-level interactions feel like missed opportunities.
Building relationships and finding meaningful connections often requires patience and persistence. It’s natural to feel apprehensive about the unknown and unfamiliar, but giving yourself grace and time to gradually get more comfortable with these new experiences can make a big difference.
Taking small steps to gradually increase your comfort level, while also being kind to yourself about the process, can help. Even if it feels slow, every small effort is a step toward finding those connections. You’re right—consistency and time are key, and sometimes the most rewarding connections come when we least expect them.
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Some of you know my story: Around the age of 40, I finally understood and accepted that I am bisexual. It all happened in a matter of seconds. During an argument about Prop 8 / Gay Marriage I was getting increasingly upset and angry. So I paused to ask myself, "Dave, why are you getting so upset about this?" And I reflected back on my life, on my childhood, and suddenly I saw the signs—the evidence that I liked dudes—that I had been in denial my entire life.
Since then, I have often wondered how my life might have been different if I had come to that realization earlier. But in the 70s and 80s, the lack of bisexual representation made understanding myself much more complicated. I was sexually attracted to women, so how could I be gay?
One part of my childhood that fascinate me is this: All of my best and closest childhood friends turned out to be gay.
I've done some research on this phenomenon. The bond we shared as kids was driven by subtle, shared traits that weren’t explicitly tied to sexual orientation at the time but created a sense of connection. Children often form friend groups based on feelings of safety, comfort, and shared experiences. LGBTQ+ children, even without knowing their sexual identities, find solace in each other’s company because they share a common understanding, a subconscious recognition of similarity or shared traits.
As adults, we call this "gaydar."
But I also think about my childhood bullies. Like many others, I was teased and called gay, faggot, and other slurs during my childhood.
While this phenomenon is often talked about in adult contexts, it may also be present in children’s interactions. Even in early development, children are highly perceptive and may pick up on non-verbal cues from others that signal differences, often without understanding the full implications of those signals. Whether in mannerisms, interests, or the way they interact with others—a complex interplay of non-verbal communication can be interpreted by peers and adults as indicators of future LGBTQ+ identity. Even without conscious awareness, bullies may pick up on these cues, leading to teasing or assumptions even before the targeted child themselves knows or accepts their identity.
Everyone knew decades before I did.
(Just sharing what was on my mind this morning. Whenever I think of my childhood friends who turned out to be gay, my thoughts often come back to this.)
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I have been back for a week now, from the silent meditation retreat I went on in August.
As always, you come back from these retreats as a changed person. I am not the same person as I was in July.
Oddly, there is not a lot I want to share about this retreat. But there are a few things I want to say.
First, the things I loved:
I love being in noble silence.
I love being in the mountains.
I love that food was provided for me, and I didn't need to want for anything.
I loved watching and listening to the birds and all of the other animals I saw.
I love hiking in the middle of nowhere and not seeing another soul.
I loved doing yoga every night under the stars, and afterwards just laying there watching the night sky.
I love meditation. My two favorite mediations, the first meditation of the day at 6am and the last meditation of the day at 9pm.
Usually when I come home from these retreats, I try to continue my practice. Meditating every day and eating healthier, etc.
But not this time.
Whereas everything about this retreat was just like every retreat I have ever been on, one thing was distinctly different — the teacher and the type of meditation she taught.
She was born into Buddhism in a Buddhist country. It is all she has known, often living in Buddhist monasteries.
In the United States most people gravitate to Buddhism after experiencing some hardship, looking for freedom from suffering. Most Buddhist practitioners in the United States want actionable teachings. Tangible things we can do, to be free from suffering. Tell us what to do, and we will do it.
Whereas my teacher doesn't teach us to do anything. “Do nothing. Just be aware. Observe what is happening right now. Be curious.”
“If you brush your teeth with your right hand, what is your left hand doing?”
I spent several days just watching my mind thinking…
"The mind is not you, it is a process happening all by itself."
The #1 thing my mind does? It makes plans. It's always planning. It plans things to do. It also plans conversations that I might have some day. It fantasizes about things that might happen, and plans what I would do, how I would react.
As my thinking mind was sensory deprived while on the retreat (no reading, no writing, no talking, etc.) it's favorite activity was counting. It wasn't counting anything in particular. It just likes to count 1-2-3-4-5…
Whenever I caught my mind counting, I stopped and checked all six sense doors:
What can I hear?
What can I see?
What can I smell?
What can I taste?
What can I feel?
How is my mind?
I used the counting as a reminder to be in the present moment and "pay attention to what I can be aware of in the present moment." And then I would usually follow that up with, "And what else?"
Don't meditate. Just be relaxed. Be aware. THAT is meditation.
A lot of people at the retreat had a problem with this style of "meditation". They wanted something to focus on. A mantra. A task to do / perform. Loving-kindness / metta meditation. Forgiveness meditation. Something other than doing nothing.
What dawned on me was that after 20+ years of meditation, this "style of meditation" accurately described my daily practice. I just didn't have a name for it or a way to describe it until now. I don't sit daily anymore, because I am always in a constant state of mindfulness… Being aware.
When I swim I am meditating. When I am fixing dinner I am meditating. When I am mowing the lawn I am meditating. When I am doing the dishes I am meditating. When I fall asleep at night I am meditating.
"Don't meditate with expectations. Let go of goals and simply observe what is happening right now."
"Don't be eager for results. Let things happen naturally."
"If you are tense, the mind cannot see clearly. Be relaxed and aware."
"Be here right now."
"Meditation is not just about sitting. It's about how you live your life."

#big bear retreat center#Lienchi Tran#Sayadaw U Tejaniya#Kim Allen#silent meditation retreat#buddhism#Theravāda Buddhism#meditation
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I am on Week #2 in The Artist's Way.
One of the tasks I performed this week was pulling "affirmations" from the reviews written about my book Rewrite the Stars.
I am going to print these out and tape them on the wall next to my bed as a reminder of my talented creative spirit.

Like nothing I've read before.
The vivid imagery contained within these pages is so compelling.
It’s a piece of art.
The author is part of a handful of literary sages heralding the introduction of a new spiritual and metaphysical consciousness.
Dream-like and beautiful.
An ethereal journey.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland for a New Age.
Depth of artistry.
Deeply profound.
Lyrical prophecy.
It is probably like nothing you have read before.
Art Is Alive.
Less of a Novel, More of A Modern Age Epic Poem.
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A pet-peeve of mine, when someone says, "You are probably thinking..."
Nope! Not once was I thinking what they thought I was. Never.
This one guy I was chatting with on Twitter kept saying, "You are probably thinking..." and I gave up talking to him. It was obvious he doesn't know me at all, but he sure did assume he does.
What I actually notice when most people use that phrase is how critical they are of themselves. And so they assume others are critical as well.
My heart goes out to them, that their internal world is filled with so much judgment and criticisms. I wish them peace. May they start loving themselves and turn those judgments into affirmations.
99% of the time if I am in a conversation with you, I am present with loving-kindness and an innocent non-judgmental yearning to understand / learn more.
Don't go assuming I am thinking anything other than how adorable and loveable you are.
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Hello Friends - About a year or so ago I canceled Netflix.
Last night I re-subscribed again.
What did I miss on Netflix this past year? What is must-see viewing?
Here is what I currently have on my list:
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Just a note to say that I have signed-up for another 10-day/9-night silent meditation retreat August 19-28.

In this 9-night/10-day retreat, we will explore Vipassana meditation in the practice style of Sayadaw U Tejaniya. Sayadaw’s approach is free from rigid forms, influenced by his previous life as a layperson and his interest in adaptable practice. Nonetheless, his teachings are rigorous, emphasizing Right View, Awareness, and a relaxed, gentle, continuous practice attitude throughout the day.
You will explore how to create conditions for awareness to arise naturally; experience the continuity of meditation practice regardless of your posture or location; and discover wisdom and other beautiful qualities of mind and heart through your practice. Most importantly, you will learn to practice meditation in a way that you can continue to practice at home.
The retreat will be held in noble silence (no talking), and yogis are expected to keep five (or eight) precepts. The days include sitting, walking, work meditation, hiking, eating – and all of these are included in one’s practice time. There is a Dharma talk and instruction given every day, practice discussion in groups, and the option to sign up for individual guidance.
Near the end of the retreat, there will be an opportunity to practice listening and talking with other yogis who might become your Dharma friend on your spiritual journey.
“If we could feel about meditation at home like we do on retreat, if we could bring home that same commitment to mindfulness, and sustain it, we would see big changes.”
—Sayadaw U Tejaniya
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Now is the time of year when I spam you with pictures of my cactus summer night flower. Each flower blooms for only one night. Tomorrow morning the flower will be dead. This is our first bloom of the summer. I expect several more tomorrow night or Friday. I get as excited for these flowers as I do for any holiday. These flowers blooming are like Christmas or Halloween to me. Lots of childhood nostalgia around these flowers. They originally belonged to my Great-Grandmother and we inherited them. Dakota has been propagating the cactus and this is the first bloom from one of the babies.





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