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Sunday Mornings is a story about an aging teacher, Jack, who struggles against the mechanical processes that narrow our lives in a set direction. Written in the autobiographical style of Henry Miller each chapter gives a time-photograph of Jack’s attempt to reach a different reality. We follow Jack up to the California badlands where he meets a pack of wild coyotes and discovers that he is not yet ready to step between the crack in the world. He takes us to a Santa Cruz concert where the music goes round and round and he gets blown into a different reality. We travel with him in a fear ridden cab ride through the dark streets of downtown Oakland, and go a trip to the moon that leads to his North Philly home where he meets an Old Boxer and Remembers Himself in night time dreams
Sunday Mornings
By Jack Daley
Dedicated to those family members and friends who served as models for this work of pure fiction
Chapter One Sunday Morning Coyote
A lone black crow stretches the eastern horizon as he wings his way over row after row of green leafed wine grapes, over the almond orchards, across the Stanislaus River, above acres and acres of alfalfa, sugar beets, and housing developments, over the rangeland, an | |  | | Tasting the White Water
"Yaaaaahhhhoooo!" I shouted as the white water took hold of us.
"Perfect, we took it Jus'Perfect!" from Alex as we went into the last chute. The rest of the river was Jus' Perfect also. The sound of the water singing and spraying your mind and body, the richness of the vegetation, the natural beauty of the riverside farmland was Jus' Perfect.
Out of the river, isn't so perfect. Jack has a job, bills to pay, children to raise-the same struggle and suffering that each of us face in an America that has lost its spiritual values. But, there are glimpses of higher consciousness as Jack explores his night time dreams and day time illusions. He touches on Esoteric Christianity through the teachings of Gurdjieff and Krishnamurti and gets a different taste of the white water.
Tasting the White Water
By Jack Daley
Dedicated to those family members and friends who served as models for the fictional characters who people this work.
Chapter-One
"Without self knowing all meditation leads to delusion and to varying forms of self-deception, factual and fancied." Krishnamurti
Two weeks before our first rafting trip, Alex and I were up in Greely Hill looking at a piece of property that we were thinking about going partners on. At four thousand feet and dotted with pines, twenty minutes from the north gate to Yosemite, the ten a |
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