Yonder (repost)

Ponder up yonder …
It’s a wonder to wander …
Life is a journey with a sack on your back,
Filled with good things and memories we stack.

Forget the bad; what good does it do?
Just weighs you down, takes up more room.

With pleasant memories, your bindle will fill.
A magnificent journey can be your will.
Finding more gems along the way.
Tossing the others like lumps of clay.

Let go of the bad, don’t bury it under …
Ponder up yonder, fill your wander with wonder….


~ Yonder ~
E Lehman


Two Wheels and Magic. A Woman’s Inspirational Transformation.

LANA | Transformation
I grew up on a one-acre plot in southwest Portland, Oregon. I was a tomboy. I grew up with all boys. I remember punching boys in the face and stealing their candy around the age of 7. I spent my time in the forest playing around, and I was usually covered with cuts and bruises from head to toe. I played a lot of sports, soccer and snowboarding mostly. I was super-competitive from a very young age. I always needed to be number one.

After I got sober, life was really boring for about a year. One summer day, I had to drive a car to the river while everyone else rode their motorcycles alongside me. It made me feel really envious. I was determined to learn how to ride.

I wanted to shine a light on these incredible women riders I was meeting and share their stories with the world. That was my mission. I have always taken photos. At first it was just simply asking women if I could photograph them riding. It started off well, and something clicked. I knew that this could be something big.

This trip (a Harley road trip with girlfriends) represents a transformative period in my life, where I am pushing past my own fears and breaking through new boundaries. I think my number-one goal on this earth is to live as free as I possibly can. Not just physically but spiritually. Not let society’s expectations of what or who I should be affect me. Stay true to who I am and live for the magic.

I think the trip overall has made us all really want to be more minimal … In the way we spend and how we live. We want to be on the road more and experience more adventure and go more places. If you’re on a good, strong bike, like our Harleys, you can go anywhere.

— Lanakila MacNaughton


What A Ride (quote I live by)

“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

Life: An Adventure To Cherish

On average, in this lifetime, we get a mere seventy-five trips around the sun, if we’re lucky, that is. Maybe it’s time we let go of the petty … appreciate the ever changing, fleeting view, and enjoy the once-in-a-lifetime trip. It’s not all fun, but it’s an adventure to cherish. It will seem long and torturous if you’re riding in the back seat with a scowl, so why not look around and smile, play some road games, lighten up and accept that it’s all about the journey. Peace.

Off The Wheel (a revelation in truth and pleasure)

I recently meditated to the point of revelation by asking a simple question: what’s the point? See, it all started when I read yet another novel, and, as always, had to endure the typical roller coaster of plot, which inevitably contained tension (isn’t that the recipe required?),  death, sadness, and so on. Then, after thinking about societal influence, and what the prerequisites are to this term called “success” in the modern literary field, I came to realize that I will never be a successful novelist for the simple reason that I do not enjoy the ingredients required: tension, sadness, and the negative emotions that are involved in “good” storytelling. After a lifetime of reading (thousands of novels) and writing, my eyes opened. Look at our world filled with entertainment that pushes us to think about, and sometimes dwell upon, the negative aspects, whether we read it in books, see it on a TV screen, or be bombarded by the commercials which lead us to believe that we are all broken and riddled with disease: this is all a recipe for melancholy and hypochondria … which the world seems to be addicted to while scratching their proverbial heads, wondering why depression is spreading like a disease (but they have a pill for that! $$$ Eureka! $$$  So get back on the ride until you vomit, because that’s life, you see $$$ Side effects are….) Well, I’m jumping off that wheel, baby, and getting on a couple of different ones. Why would I want to spend hours upon hours before a keyboard, neck-deep in the sorrows of life, just for a chance to tell a story and possibly make a bit of money? No. I will no longer make that sacrifice, for there is peace in this world that I intend to explore. Pleasure. Yepper. The nonfiction type. That’s my game. See, there are always choices in life. I could sit down and rack the brain before a keyboard, I could gel on the TV and try to avoid the fear mongers and pandering … or I could fire up the Softail … head on through the forest … down the coast … stop at a diner for an oh-so-unhealthy (ah shuddup) cheeseburger, fries and a killer shake. Then kick back on the bike to let a shimmering raspberry sunset on the waves to infinity soak into my smiling eyes. Hmm, yep. And then there is the choice of a couple hours writing, or a couple hours of sensual pleasure with a deeeelicious, curvy partner. “Mmmmm, yes, pu-please,” she says with that perpetually satiated glint in her love-clouded eyes. Pleasure. That’s  where life is at. Whether I be rolling my rumbling bike through a sunwashed day, or rambling through a rainstorm catching droplets on my smile, or lounged back with fragrant loveliness by my side … I shall enjoy this time here. However, writing is in my blood, so eventually I will finish Forever Meaghan, and I will crack a journal to document days on this journey, maybe jot down some poetry now and again, so you might see some of that splashed on this page occasionally. Till then, take it easy … and enjoy. I hear the campfire cracklin’ my name ….


The Morrow Wind

Watch it wash the shimmering plains
Golden questions of past
Seeded in grains
Now we ask
For solutions sown
And warily does Life answer:
Joy does suffer
When too much is known

But do not fret
For never-ending 
The story spins
No past
No present
Only a whisper within

It beckons
Your worries echo hollow
For a peaceful life is pulled
By the morrow wind
No death nor sin
Fills a truthful din
‘Tis only the sound
Of a morrow wind … wind … wind …

download— Morrow Wind — Erik S. Lehman