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Life at Lake Tahoe in September is certainly one of ease and simple pleasures. There are the pleasures of boating, biking about and walking, but mostly it is just being in a very pleasant setting. It is very easy to go to the lake, but after a few days living here most people don’t go every day, and it is easy to go for a walk in the woods, but why bother to go anywhere when you are already there. Just living here is a simple pleasure—it’s enough. The ancient aborigine Ainu  of present day Japan had a saying, “We lived and lived and nothing happened.” They ended their stories with that standard statement, sort of like the beginning of our fairy tales, “Once upon a time … “. Usually that ending would be after some terrific adventure.

Here at Lake Tahoe it’s like that. Last year there was a terrific forest fire which burned several square miles of beautiful timberland, and quite a few homes, and threatened everyone, but somehow after the fire was over it was back to just living as though this beautiful life was permanent, as it was Nature’s plan that there were forest fires, and that this annual cycle would never end. Everything is as it should be, and only a few little things on the edge of life need to be attended to to maximize our personal pleasurable trajectory through this Earthly paradise. The blogs about the Lifehaven Strategy seem as alien in this environment as anything that is can be. And yet, even here there is the media and TV and the presidential campaign, and a War in a distant land which sets an undertone of anxiety with the resultant response of the display of patriotism and flag flying.

Would the lakeside resorts of South Island, New Zealand have the same paradise environment, but still feeling the same distant dreads? This blog is coming from the South Lake Tahoe public library 38.9447 -119.9736 free Internet hot spot which is as pretty, and friendly a spot as one could ask for on Earth. Twenty five years ago when I first came here this computer access with its ability to cruise, and to publish to the world would have been an hallucination, and now it is commonplace. So much so that it seems an hallucination that the feeling of permanence still permeates this place.

We live and live and nothing happens!