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What Is Reality?

In the 1970s one of the great philosophers, I think it was Robin Williams, coined the phrase, “Reality!!  What a concept!” 

During the first class of a recent writing workshop, a lot of time was spent detailing what would be covered, and the students talking about the type of writing important to them.  Most were interested in writing fiction or relating experiences and information supplied by others.  I felt out of place.  My interests in writing are first person, nonfiction, hands-on, health, travel and adventure. 

During a discussion period, I asked the class at large, “What’s YOUR reality?”  The question was intended as a lead in to relating my thoughts that we should write about our passion, and also to give me information about the other students.  I had hopes my experiences might be helpful to others, but most everyone glossed over the question.  They either weren’t certain what their reality was or what my question was.  The one answer was from the instructor, “Reality is different for each of us.”  Not the answer(s) I’d hoped for, but a good and truthful response that started me rethinking about a topic I’d been contemplating for some time.  After class, I asked myself, “What’s MY reality?”   First, I need to clarify some things about my writings and how they’ve impacted my reality. 

I wrote some fiction about twenty years ago.  When finished, I reread them and placed them in the round file.  I felt they were acceptable in the marketplace, but not in my mind.  My daily life is filled with my reality.  I don’t need to escape from it; I’ve made it, I learn from it and, even though it seldom works on my time schedule, I feel no need to abandon it.  Life is a string of priorities, which create realities.  For me, it’s unimportant to give something a high priority that I haven’t felt, tasted, smelled, endured or enjoyed.  Because of my priorities and realities, I have no need to adventure into surrealism, or try to live someone else’s life.  Some of my health articles cover items that I’ve only read about, but they’ve made sense to me, and I’ve researched and verified them to the best on my ability. Other than that, my writings are about skinning my knuckles, attempting to stay healthy, elation, disappointment, going beyond what I believed to be my personal limits, and what pleasures me or makes me think.  All of my conclusions, which also influence my later realities,    
are mixed with and tempered by my past experiences and then recounted as seen through my eyes and filters. 

For instance, when I was about twelve, my older sister had been going to the church of her choice for a period of time and convinced me I should too.  I spent a few weeks trying to adjust to the concept that I needed someone as a middleman between me and what I felt was a higher state of consciousness.  My burnout came while listening to the preacher tell the congregation that life on earth would be terrible, unbearable and that pleasures of the flesh were sins.  He also said, “When you die, if you go to heaven, everything will be OK.”   

At twelve, I hadn’t really lived yet, made any illuminating decisions about life and definitely wasn’t hoping to die at that point in time.  I would’ve liked some things to be different, but didn’t consider them to be unbearable.  Plus, I’d only heard about the pleasures of the flesh.  They were only a figment of my imagination and, since I had no first hand knowledge on the subject, not yet my reality.  I did feel they’d be worth experiencing before I checked out.  And, being a first person, nonfiction, hands-on type, I felt it would be necessary to check them out personally before including them in my reality folder.  The sermon, and my observations while being baptized a few weeks earlier when boys were held under until kicking and screaming, and girls weren’t, all influenced my sense of reality and my decision to go it on my own.  My sister was disappointed, but I wasn’t.

Child psychologists claim a lot of what we learn early on, is carried with us the rest of our lives.  Even though he wasn’t writing strictly about reality, maybe Robert Fulgum was right in his book, ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN.

So, what is reality in writing or life?  Fiction isn’t it.  Neither are related history and second hand facts.  It appears our realities lie between our ears and are exclusively our own.  Our problems (realities) are of our own making, no one has done it to us, and remedying them has to be an inside job.

 

                     

 

Larry Miller: I was born in Los Angeles in 1940. My father was a fighter pilot instructor during WWll and we moved from coast to coast, maybe that’s where I got the nomad in my blood. After graduating from high school in 1958 I joined the Marines. That lifestyle wasn’t for me and upon my discharge I went on with my life, and have never looked back. I worked briefly for a Caterpillar dealer in Riverside, CA before moving back to N. California where I was a welder and truck driver for a chemical company. Truck driving wasn’t my calling anymore than being in the Marines, and I went back to work for another Caterpillar dealer steam cleaning dirty tractor parts and welding. They sent me to schools, lots and lots of schools. I spent as much time going to trade schools as I did at work. I went from cleaning parts to apprentice field mechanic, to mechanic to the parts department to satellite store manager in less than two years. They wanted me to move to Sacramento and be a salesman: I moved to Oregon to learn to commune with nature. I went to work for another heavy equipment dealer and was later contacted by the World’s largest Lorraine Crane dealer and offered the position of purchasing agent and general parts manager. In 1967 I was offered a line of automotive parts and supplies and went into business for myself. My business revolved around eleven race cars that we maintained for others, driving race cars professionally and maintaining high end sports cars. I was a championship and regional champion driver. My business was the largest import parts and service, non dealer, in the state until I sold it in 1979. We went sailing in 79, first to Mexico and then Hawaii. I was an award winning Trans-Pacific sailor and sailor of the year, Hawaii, Island of Kauai. An opportunity presented itself in Hawaii during 1981 and I was back in business, importing Japanese auto body and hard parts. I also felt the pull to write and began freelancing for magazines and newspapers in 1982. My main focus in my articles is, and always has been, health, wellness and fitness. Most of us have heard the saying, “Time is all we have.” I disagree. Our health is all we have, because without our health, we have no time. I was a US Olympic team hopeful in racewalking and held all the records for the state of Hawaii. As a sponsored athlete in my forties, I finished first in nine marathons in a row in my division, qualified for the Ironman® and was the state USCF cycling champion five times in Hawaii and Oregon. Celinda and I were married in 1988 after a three year engagement. We sold our businesses and organic farm and sailed back to Oregon. After our sailboat boat was sold, we moved to Joseph, Oregon, two miles from the trailhead into the Eagle Cap Wilderness. We were caregivers for my mother the last ten years she was alive. We moved to New Mexico in 1995 because it was too cold for my mom in Oregon during the winters. Celinda designed, and I engineered and built our strawbale house. I began writing the weekly health column for a local newspaper in 1996, and still do. In 2000, I took the summer off to do a four month, 4000 mile, hike, bike and kayak odyssey. I’d been writing health, fitness and sports articles since 1982 and the journey produced a full-length, nonfiction, first person adventure book, Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, which can be bought from Amazon.com and others over the Internet. The summer of 2001 was spent hiking. kayaking, fishing and exploring the southwest. In 2002 Celinda and I spent the summer in Canada learning the hospitality business at a resort in preparation for doing promotion for the resort in the US. Most of 2003 was spent reestablishing the trees and landscape that had died during the stay in Canada. We had a house sitter and the house sitter had an ex-husband, and that’s a long story. In July of 2004 I did a solo kayak trip on the Snake River, taking pictures, writing articles and pencil sketching the journey. I hope to do another kayak adventure on the Snake River during the summer of 2008, on the section I missed in 2000 and 2004. In 2005, I returned to Canada to the resort where we’d spent 2002. I was supposed to be there for the month of June. I’d contacted people I’d met in 2002 and they came back to Canada to fish, hike and spend time at the resort, Echo Valley Ranch and Spa, while I was there. My one month became five and then it was off to Spain to do the El Camino de Santiago as a travel companion with one of the guests who’d returned to Canada in June. During the summer of 2006 a friend from Ireland, who I’d met in Spain the year before, came to visit in NM and we fished, hiked and explored the White Mountains of AZ. He’d never slept out in the wild in a tent before, and it was quite an experience, for both of us. My newspaper articles were put on the Internet beginning in 2002. I was asked to give public speaking engagements, photo and video presentations, on various subjects for the library in Deming, NM and continue to do so. In 2006 I videoed and produced a DVD for the Smithsonian Institute’s travel exhibit “Between Fences.” NMFILMS had a conference by invitation only, which I attended. While attending the conference, I realized that film making wasn’t what I wanted to do but I still wanted to use my sixteen years of experience and enjoyment of videoing and photography. During the winter of 2005, I discovered that no one on record had ever run from the Arizona border to the Texas border, a distance of 165 miles. During the spring and summer of 2006 I trained for the run and the run was completed in October, 2006. In late 2005, I began building and maintaining websites incorporating all the things I enjoyed about video, photography, travel and the out of doors. 2007 has been a summer of upgrading the home and property which resulted in a downgrading of my enthusiasm for being located in one place. If we don’t like what’s happening in our life, we need to change what we’re doing. Celinda and I are ready to pull up roots and move on. I guess I’ve come full circle. I’m ready to revert back to my childhood, and a nomadic lifestyle.
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