Rewiring the System


Swami Said Self


“The machine mechanically performs all the movements

its maker wants it to perform, its movements are not those of life.

How can we make the distinction between the living and the dead, then?

In the living there is freedom, there is intelligence;

in the dead all is bound and no freedom is possible, because there is no intelligence.”

———-      ~ Swami Vivekananda

Trauma


Something is tearing at my tender heart, it is a condition of life. I am reading a new book, Trauma, by the noted author Mark Epstein.IMG_20130827_210128

 

I warn you all that the font used is very small so you have to hold the book differently and really concentrate on reading. This book is helping me see as I struggle to move forward. I went to his book tour a few days ago. It was a real insight from a psychological view. His talk was very practical.  Mark spoke from his experiences of eating mindfully as a simple act of not putting more food into your mouth until you have completely finished chewing and swallowing the first bite. My taste buds are singing as they send the good impulses to my brain which then tells my mind/body that good food is fuel for delight.

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Then there is the physical brain, amygdala, over active that is the touchy function of our body mind system. This is the sentnal communicator of stress. One step at a time to turn your attention to the impulses is to turn toward Kindness; Be Kind to yourself.

Ask yourself, what does being kind to myself look like at this intersection. Find what will let you feel you are being Kind To Yourself and Do That Action. Being Kind to yourself is a source of awakening. Kindness is a light on this place you and I are going through, today in the here and now

Our understanding that living with and through a Trauma is NOT Fun. This is a source of connection that allows us, you and I, to care about each other and send our caring support out to all our friends and family.

Last night I painted my toenails. I have not done this in months. I just want to tip toe today with a small caring sparkle.

Emotions are as real as a table, sometimes hard and heavy, “without the hurt the heart is hollow”.

FREE FOOD Saturday


How to change a neighborhood, a community , a town, city. county, state country and the globe? So many organizations really try to bring people together to get to know one another and form bonds that can actualize friendships and community caring. Our world is so segregated. How many of my neighbors do I know well enough so that when I am in need of a friendly hand or conversation can I call? People here are so isolated by fears and separations  I do not have cable or this or that digital whatever which is not real and imagined. So that people have trained themselves to be uncomfortable with their neighbors.
How can we as a society turn around the downward cycle if we are not standing together with those people who live in our proximity? Saturday around 6:30 two men, roommates, started with one pot of chille a few months ago. They did not even have a ladle. Their original sign was barely readable… Now there is a party and the neighbors bring out a covered dish which is now a gourmet feast. Love One Another! He IS creating friendships of caring through sharing food and breaking bread over conversation.
I was driving by after a strenuous day where I felt I had no power of input. I was a little marble in someone else’s game of life. It was physically and emotionally draining. Since I drive the local speed limit my peripheral vision caught the light orange sign: FREE FOOD.
It was on a nice corner across from a shop, that served as an external office, where I often got a coffee. I pulled around the corner and parked my car to take a look at what was going on and what was offered. There was a joyous group of smiling faces and a wow spread of soup to salad. I intend to cook up something delicious and bring it down next saturday so I can have a second conversation with this group of wonderful neighbors. One man brought his classical guitar!  I had the time of my life in such simplicity with such opened hearted grace in the true tradition of caring. No Baggage and nothing needed except to bring you actual real self to this great party of life.Feed those who cannot afford a whole meal by bringing what you can and together we become what we can never become alone.
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Any Minute Mindfulness


I am standing in the glistening azure water at the Lions Pool in a park in Oakland California. I have escaped from a family farces of verbal abuse that felt like a energy vampire had sucked all the joy out of my being.  Now I was standing in the water saying to my self over and over, ‘I Am Here Now.’ It felt like heavy lifting. Just saying the words of this mindful sentence was like dragging an entire building of historical emotions into the proper receptacle. That was then and this is now.  I was not going to get lost again. I had to tell myself that what had happened was not happening now. I struggled to take the time to look around at my surroundings and get my balance. I was working on being Mindful. At any minute now, I was mindful.

This is such a good thing!  That the word Mindfulness has entered the main stream vocabulary. It is a sign the masses have a notion that they have a brain service station.  At last I have some glimmer of understanding that my mind has some directing process in life.

Like driving in the evening, the headlights on a car serve to show us the path ahead. The actual understanding that our mind can function in this way to help us see where we are, and what is ahead, is a wonderful step. This is the first step for peacefulness. This works from the inside out for both the individual and global life.

This is True: Being A Good Person

This is True: Being A Good Person

Using the word, Mindfulness, in work places and in schools is a sign that populations are becoming aware of the existence of a mind. It shows there is an interest and hunger to become familiar with the concept of mind.  What is this aspect of my being and what does it actually do? The inner thoughts and tools are very ancient. You can search the concept and how it developed in India.

HHDL gave a teaching this year which you can take time to watch:

http://dalailama.com/webcasts/post/288-opening-the-eye-of-the-new-awareness

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.
~ Audre Lorde

For this, (Mindfulness), we have to forget things like “I should be mindful of this or that”. If you are mindful, you are already creating a separation (“I – am – mindful – of – ….”). Don’t be mindful, please! When you walk, just walk. Let the walk walk. Let the talk talk. Let the eating eat, the sitting sit, the work work. Let sleep sleep

Hurry up, at any minute I will be mindful!

Looks Like An EKG


The other day a wonderful friend came over just to touch base and catch up. It is so nice in what has become a societal norm of digital communication to have actual face time together. Research in Face Time is proving to be an important constituent for human health. I get to experience actual “I Like You” that brings the sunshine into my home and heart. It is a shared tenderness.

He came over to also tell me about a position he will be starting in a few days or a week. And I am delighted for him since this is something I truly wanted to enact three years ago. I get to see how an idea when placed at a certain intersection takes time to blossom. The real truth is knowing how to place the idea and just who to communicate with and what is the right time.

My friend is going to do a great service which will change the way the first group will think and feel. This seed will move out to touch the others through the contacts the beginners have in their world.

Mindfulness is such a buzz work that the idea of MIND and what that is gets lost in a path of attention. I have seen this in meditation training where hungry seekers are told to just sit still in funny positions and eventually the pain will subside. Is this the path to the inner world, REALLY?

Embarking on a Mindfulness path has to begin with some sense of this ‘mind’ to use in the practice.  The Mind is a function of our human nervous system. It is the Thought Producing Pump. Take a look at an EKG. It shows various waves. It is the brain function in the same way that Blood pressure is the Heart function.

My brain pumps out 85 thoughts per second. Many of these thoughts are living communication from various parts of the body back to the brain. I am not consciously aware of all that is going on along my skin, but my brain is because of the communications system that is a traveling thought. Men have more sexual related thoughts every second than woman.

When I was invited to take a Citizens Police Academy 14 week class I learned that the police know that some men get aroused when a breeze moves their clothing. It is a part of this Mind Pumping thought producing that causes so many people to move into action with out giving it a thought. No real reason for doing or saying other than the urge pushed by uncontrolled thoughts.

The start and turn toward being mindful is grace. Your self respect is vital. Primarily, to take a time to look at and get to know what is going on in your mind. Before you try and struggle to control your thoughts about this and that, take time to actually look at the thoughts being generated. Sit and listen to your own scattered thoughts. Watch Your Mind. Close your eyes and see into the vast countryside of your mind as the thought butterfly flutters from this to that possibility.

Then you will be able to CHOOSE where to place your attention. You will not be struggling to stifle the process. Your mind and body will be moving together in the garden of delightful choices. You will choose to see the sun in your heart as a vast and calm moment of the true and real present. You will feel your body in your pants sitting on the chair. Since there is no struggle with any history or any desires for a goal in some imagined future, you will be in this present moment.

I look forward to continuing this conversation with all of you. Please write back with any questions or problems.

Tuesday In California


Hey, It’s a Tuesday after the long holiday weekend. It is time to get back into the grind! After all the avoidance, all the convivial gatherings, it is now time to take care of details and doctors. I went off to my appointments with a general gladness. Here I am, at this time and place, where I am able to care for my body injured which was injured from that bad fall way back at the beginning of this year.

The uneven ‘art’ construction by the builder, on what is city sidewalks, surprised me.  (https://maps.google.com/maps?q=Minna+Street,+San+Francisco,+CA,+United+States&hl=en&ll=37.788005,-122.3988&spn=0.005664,0.008497&sll=37.857507,-95.712891&sspn=45.803434,69.609375&oq=minna+street&hnear=Minna+St,+San+Francisco,+California&t=m&z=17&layer=c&cbll=37.788201,-122.398543&panoid=4fVDYkSs_AH-fE4dX7n7wQ&cbp=12,307.64,,0,0)

Even though I am sure footed from years of running cross country with a running club, the paving surprised me. Cross country running in Nature connects the soles of my feet with the balance hairs inside my ear structure. All runners know what I am talking about even if they have not looked up the inner ear or the name of its parts. “Stereocilia are the mechanosensing organelles of hair cells, which respond to fluid motion for various functions, including hearing and balance.” (* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stereocilia_%28inner_ear%29)

Going to the doctors offices at the University Hospital San Francisco, I get a clear picture of our human condition; that people get sick or injured every hour of every day. People lose balance in such a variety of ways which science seeks to address in an unending cycle of science and magic. I settle into my issues as I try to actually get in contact with and feel in an authentic way. I ask myself, what exactly is the octave of pain that is here and there, right now, held inside my skin. What do I feel? How can I understand the pain I am having as the expression of my human experience rather than as a monster attacking me?

I am returning home, from the City, where I had an early morning meeting with a truly kindest and most insightful doctor in my group. I have a lot to think about in preparation for an important visit with a new doctor in two days. Nonetheless, I remain interested in my fellow humans since we all share a plight of facts and fancies, pains and aches, joy and sorrow. Just after lunch I have yet another dose of the culture of Californians.

California people are a well documented class all into themselves. People talk about New Yorkers in a certain way, but real New Yorkers are kind to one another. There is a way of talking which is regional which is so different from the Heartland singsong or the slow southern drawl, yet the core of regionalism is based on caring for one another. Here in California I have heard stories and suffered the direct experience of a self centered-ness that borders on human destruction.

I cannot imagine a New Yorker or a Bostonian talking at me as this particular Californian did from his perch to keep out the world flowing on around him. It is beyond arrogant. He was on a chair within the confines of the sitting area of my absolutely favorite cafe on College Avenue. I had just come out of the same cafe and as I turned the corner I caught sight of his knee brace.

Five days ago, I got a shot of Novocaine and cortisol in my right knee. This was a step by the Sports Medicine, Orthopedic doctor to help my combined issues that made every step shiver with some level of pain. The latest was the bad fall, before that is the negative effects throughout my body and especially my knee joints of the Radiation treatment for the cancer. Before that the strain of being addicted to running. I choose to run with a brace rather than to slow down to a walk!

The man was sitting at my favorite cafe which is so European in character that I supposed he would be open to my asking about his very high quality brace. I wondered what happened though first I wondered about the brace. It looked like something which would help my knee. So I spoke to a complete stranger!

I actually believe that I do not know everything! Is this my greatest flaw and the trail of experience traditionally an East Coast quality! When I speak to people I get to learn a piece of the fabric of reality that is new to me. For me this is a good thing. To many of the Californians I meet in my travels, this is not the case. New information, new thoughts, new people, all rock their cloistered minds out of the response of Maybe unless something better comes along. The sense of being busy reminds me of a walled medieval city. The boundaries are interesting to the historical eye but the here and now aspect of externals and veneers separates with a chilling effect.

He looked approachable! We had a short conversation. I asked about his awesome brace. He asked me how I got my injury and where I went for the shot. He said that his knee had a very invasive surgery but he was biking after just a few weeks later. That was interesting. He asked who was my doctor and I took out my smart phone, called up the calendar entry and told him the name. He went on that he knew the building, that it was just down the block from where he was treated. But my doctor was in a building that was less wonderful! He gave an air that his doctor was better than my doctor which dumfounded me and I became silent both inside and out. REALLY?

Then came the ‘put down’ that can only be created, imagined, felt, and uttered by one of those overly tidy on the ‘outside’ ordinary folks with something invisible to protect. It is a distressing inhuman view that anyone slightly different than who they see in the mirror is to be avoided. Have you had the experience with this sort, who are rotten to the core on the inside? And, Oh My, devoid of a warm hearted easy communication with people. Especially those bothersome strangers wanting information or a helping hand.

Then he said the totally California Space Cadet Thing! “I don’t smoke pot or eat it either’!

Really?

Here was a man in a blue blazer and professionally starched shirt who assumed since I smiled and talked to him that I was a druggy! He had to announce his assessment of my being friendly and interested in his brace as a marijuana inspired conversation! Was it my red hair or that I have an easy outgoing outlook that made him think I was stoned? REALLY?

I was stopped right in my tracks, turned toward him, and said directly to him: It’s called DOPE for a reason. Then I walked down the block to my awaiting car.

A post thought: After the Boston Marathon my dear friend called me to tell me that his family was ok and how except for some odd circumstance they would ave been a that very place greeting the runners at the end of the Marathon. Then R. said a very important thing. It was a huge wake up call to me as I listened to him. It is about the choices we each have in the interactions with our fellow beings… He said, ‘Did you notice that the bystanders and Bostonian who were in the area Ran Toward The Explosion?’

He told me that and I heard it as well. The newscasters commented on the caring nature of the people who live in Boston. I have been told by another that he does not want to move to California because neighbors will not help neighbors here as everyone does where they live. I need to ask, Has the good weather and sunshine gone and altered the California human?

The Meaning Of Life


Man Know Thyself! I have heard this my whole life in one way or another. Where should I start? It is such a Gordian Knot of a puzzle! I have tried looking in the mirror to try and see who I am. I mean as though looking in the mirror would let me see under the boundaries I have constructed to swim with the zillions of people, beings, animals, and such that flow along and cross my path. I was hoping that by looking in the mirror I could see beneath the surface, under my skin and deeper than my muscles, sinus, and cells. Man know thyself is asking me to know what part of my complicated structures of my current self in this my Ira Glass idiom, “This American Life”.

Yesterday during my morning meditation, after years of deep wondering, as I have tried to peel the onion of understanding, one layer at a time I had an Ahh Haa moment. I suddenly saw that all the years of study about Dependant Origination snapped to attention.

The Bhavacakra (Sanskrit; Pali: bhavacakka; Tibetan: srid pa’i ‘khor lo) is a symbolic representation of samsara (or cyclic existence) found on the outside walls of Tibetan Buddhist temples and monasteries in the Indo-Tibet region. In the Mahayana Buddhist tradition, it is believed that the drawing was designed by the Buddha himself in order to help ordinary people understand the Buddhist teachings.
The bhavacakra is popularly referred to as the wheel of life. This term is also translated as wheel of cyclic existence or wheel of becoming.  ~  Wikipedia
The center of the Wheel of Life holds three animals — the snake representing anger, the rooster, greed and the boar, ignorance – on a background of blue, which is as expansive as the vast open cloudless sky.  Blue has, since the end of the Mycenaean culture, been a way to express the vastness of the infinite spacious nature of the human mind. Mycenae was a small fringe settlement dating from around 1600 until 1100 BCE. Most known for the Minoan fine-wear pottery are made from well purified clay of a buff color. The Ancient Grecian Phoenician eyes had not evolved the cones and rods necessary to see Blue. They represented their sky as buff orange.

Surrounding the central animals spinning in a seemingly endless circle of blue are half circles of dark and light areas. On the light side are representations of those seeking to lessen the effects of the poisons and on the dark side are those figures suffering due to the presence and intensity of the three.

I suddenly saw that Man Know Thyself is seeing the actual way that I as an individual express in thought and action my relating out from my personal accumulation of Ignorance. Each person has their own desires and fears which they bounce on to communication with the world. Now again, I feel the vibrating truth of “Don’t Worry, Be Happy!

Norquest Usurpt Democracy


I am a radical, made so by the monied wing nuts who use Norquist and his sort to destroy civil society where rules and laws are no longer for the smooth functioning for all people.

One of my pictures was used on ABC news last thanksgiving as the police BEAT woman sitting on the side lines as the battalion of militarized police stormed the port o potties in front of city hall. The news caster gave me her private line and said if I am Ever Bothered to Call Her First!

In my America! I raised a daughter and was a normal homemaker come to find out that I have a complete dossier. This told me by an acquaintance who has NSA connections. For what reason when and where I pick my nose becomes important?
Cory Doctorow predictions are current news!

I took a foto of a cop in Oakland taking a picture of me as though to intimidate me. I said we are both being watched and laughed in his face. He stepped down. Here I stand against the 85% who are having a Near Life experience bathed in religious appearance not giving any attention to the corporial fact that I Am My Brothers Keeper.

I am glad to stand with men and woman who are questioning what is going on.

I am nobody I am not a coder or a systems anything, yet the stroke of my fingers on the key board is collected! Where does all the Google Information go as it is siphoned through the Moffett Field down the road from where I sleep?

Our society is asleep in information Entertainment Manipulation that no longer poses as information or news. It is a tragidy that the world we will leave to our children is poisoned. Both ideas and ideals are long underground. Our water and soil is poisoned. The Tea Party is about destruction not building. Those who speak up are called delusional wack job.

I was at a party this week and someone asked as we sat in a circle telling jokes and listening to one another, she asked: Who is the FBI plant in this room. Imagine asking that a few years ago? And it was wondered in complete seriousness. It must have been me. I must be the FBI plant! I am neither smart or interesting enough for that to be true.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/12/23/fbi-occupy-wall-street_n_2355883.html

Stones


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Stones: The Stories In Our Stones

‘Be ready to let go of the life you planned to make a place for the life that is here: The life that is coming’.
~Joseph Campbell

Stones can not forget what occurred in those solid walled rooms.   The surface of the granite boulder or grain of sand, be it the Viking Celtic Rune stones widely used to describe what only their hearts did imagine, then Gladiators all fashioned and shape into implements.  These became the storyboards of that age for all time. Though everything has a flaw, the flaws seem to give the stones added strength.

The percussion used to manufacture early sharp points and the lethal edge includes the dedicated imprint of both the time of construction and the spawn from the maker. When no one was watching the flintstones were sucking up the sonic information just like a sponge.

Onyx slabs or Opal cabochons, with fiery veins, fashioned into beautifying bedizen bedazzle is permeable to sound waves.  All the flaws criss cross in a matrix song the singing out is such a rich spring breezy spreading around the world. The desire of life itself  sprouts out juicy living blossoms from seeds, some seeds even planted in rocks. The songs that grow out of those tough crags are the sweetest. They are the songs spilling out right from the heart.

Do you ever take a good long look at your walls?
This tough surface stuff holds so much constrained emotion. Just like the clap of intense interactions continue to move in our human nervous system long after the event.  Since sound charges each person or object with a striving after some effect, I react with jingle jangle or stoical silence. Sound waves continue on out to the edge of the universe. Sound keeps going in a undulating wave and never stops.

In my every in out moment of breathing, there is the possibility of attention to the task.  I can choose to pay attention to my small regular act. I can hear the air rushing past my nostrils                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             My body has a feeling with every movement of stopped motion at any point of the inhalation then the inevitable exhalation. Could my human breathing sound be  stored to be opened by an audio system yet unimagined.

Our bodies take in information and readily send it out. Stone, this hard material, which is widely used to make implements and structures, is listening to everything all the time. Double decomposition happens when at least one of the substances does not dissolve. The sound wave enters the solid and is held in the warp and woof for a specific project or purpose. The sound energy is waiting to be interpreted. When is it disclosed and by whom is the question of time. I choose to transform myself and as a sound magnet have rolled into a tight fetal position under this structural calcified Crusty Material Form in stop frame function,  communicating with my Muse.

What will I do, what is the tool be that I use to care for my inner knowledge? Inner or outer, day and night, I hear Bucky Fuller whisper in our ear, it is In /Out and not up /down. What is essential is not to be taking any of this structure for granted. This is the struggle we have to get past while we are in Night and unable to physically move

I would like to separate the Day from the Night. But I am inside the Dark, it’s ok but I am staying in here. The activities of Day are not available from my place inside this Rock.  I am left in darkness that I can only explain to you, my reader, as Night.  I hear that reference in the song, ‘Cupid Please Draw Back Your Bow’ by Amy Winehouse at Glastonbury, 2008,  Amy says, ‘ It takes a long time to get dressed but just seconds to undress.’

Most tools are constructed with a sharp edge, or a strong point, for a  percussive action along a surface. That is not possible in the Solid Night Life estranged for a time being from the other. Inside out building has to be understood as a flow of thought arrows intersecting Building  with whatever was lying around and what had to be chiseled into the shape of choice stones is the origin of  process.  When no one was watching the flintstones, glistening and sharp on the outside, the internal structures were sucking up the sonic information just like a sponge.

Everything has a flaw; the flaws seem to give the stones added strength. All the flaws crisscross, marking with crossed lines in a weave that is a method of surface production in which two distinct sets of ions that are interlaced at right angles to form a solid surface. The word ion is the transliteration of the Greek, ἰόν, which means “going”. Electron heavy molecules intersecting the Proton heavy molecules continue spinning in the dance of creation.

I am a steward of my options, the small sights and low expectations or the expansive healthy post tree structure with my eye on the goal. I am excited to see inside the network construction of solid structures. I have to have something inside, within me to help me survive the upheavals and changes that come in every year, decade, lifetime, on and on as long as the life inside stones.  Gumption is the action that makes the pebbles survive!

Singing, softly from my heart, my tune is a sent out, though not well understood, not well received, the notes are rocks on the road, pebbles moving in our atmosphere. Sound moves through, within, and around the building blocks of our world. All sounds, songs, and stories move as electronic sound from an individual alone or in a choir. The songs are enjoyed as the sound evaporates into the atmosphere. Sustained singing is a way of gathering together the variety of seeds from around the world where juicy living blossoms grow from seeds planted in rocks. The songs that grow out of those tough crags are the sweetest. They are the gifts spilling out of the stable matter, right from the heart of creation.  Do you ever take a good long look at your walls?
Sound waves continue on out to the edge of the universe. Sound keeps going in an undulating wave, which never stops. The fabric production is when two distinct sets of waves are interlaced at right angles that form a surface.

Sound is a sequence of waves made or as well as causing pressure that propagates through compressible media such as air or water. Sound can propagate through solids as well.  Sound that is perceptible by humans has frequencies from about 20 Hz to 20,000 Hz. In air at, the corresponding wavelengths of sound waves range from 17 m to 17 mm.

How do the waves relate to density?  The relationship creates pressure as every noise moves is guided by the surrounding temperatures that pause to let it sink in.  It is different in air and water than wind. When the wind is moving the sound move faster. In the solid

All the concerts ever held sing out from all the walls in all the rooms in all the prized castles in the city, the rural towns, and all the countries around our globe. The stones build buildings of power.
Wondrous beauty is preserved in the molecular construction of the stone, stacked one upon another, reaching to high ceiling cell spaces. Our rooms are built for living life to the fullest and catching and holding every moment of our vibrant life.  I listen to every instant of my life. I hear, that all life is brimming with sound.

This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond –
Invisible, as Music –
But positive, as Sound –

~ Emily Dickinson

I am lovingly washing the same cup for the rest of my life!

I am a one of a kind life, a one of a kind stone, and every stone is unique, just as each person is a one of a kind. Think about each of us as a stone which is used to build a, ‘ one of a kind’ room or a one of a kind cell for this important one of a kind individual. Walls are for boundaries, confining a separate and safe space from whatever the outside forces of  both civilization and nature.    Unlike concrete, which has no long-term connection to the core of the earth, stone holds in its layers all our stories.                                                                                                                                     Concrete was widely used during the Roman Empire. For example the Coliseum was largely built of concrete. This technology did not resurface until the mid 1700 .

Stone time, taken from our molten beginning, reaches back into our global origin, it records our structural creation compounded from dust. Concrete has none of the made by Mother Nature molecular structure that retains sounds.

Sound is ‘energy in action’.  Every sound flows as undulating sign wave which does not stop waving. Sound is an unending movement in air that is forever carrying our songs and sighs of happiness and sadness out to the edges of the finite edges of space. Does space have an edge?

Sound is Energy. Just like in science class where I learned that energy is the capacity to do work, I came to understand that sound moves mountains too. Sound is also the capacity to play.  Sound is a property of any system, which diminishes when the potency moves. Doppler begins with vigor to diminish as vapor on the wind. Sound could collect in an effort of laziness often labeled as a song stuck in my head. It is funny to listen as the sound system does ‘work’.

When you flow into doing what you love it might give you the ability to make a living.

Work and Play are both an action on another system. How do you choose to label your everyday activities? Work and Play are movement.  Both are consumers of energy.   The words I choose are my way of communicating a level of gravity about each action. Time sure flies when you are having fun!

The diminution of this quality of vigorous sound in time calls to my mind the communication between the Space Station and NASA. Hello Huston, I say hello! What ‘work’ builds our bodies, what play does the same building? Both play and work builds our minds, bodies, our lives, and our structures.  Joy is the potential amount of usefulness we, each of us use in the creation of everything we think say and do and produce. Songs and stories do the heavy lifting in life. How else are we to be useful, both for our self and the many other selves?

Remembering that we were sitting still in a stone building, we constructed in our imagination, hearing the resonance bouncing off the walls of our brain, the history recorded in our breathing in and out.

In this present moment, where we are now, sitting or standing,we are able to be actively remembering that we can breath as we play and work.  We flow along with the Earth in its pushed spin around the sun.  Storms of particles bombard every material thing from the cyclic explosions on our system Sun.  Our Earth is a small dot in a small solar system in the far left arm of our spiraling galaxy.  We are stardust!  Shimmering reflections of refracted light held together by some habit pattern. We are the flow of electrical signals in a consensual harmony.  This pattern can motivate your thoughts into material forms that become the self-fulfilling prophesy. Don’t Worry, Be Happy!

The ability to act while watching the effect on both things and people is a force of leadership. When we marvel at our unlimited natural source of usable mental, emotional, and physical potential then we have a visual reference of the results of your actions.  We can see that our ‘grace in action’ blossoms from the seeds emanating from a ‘self’ we plant with every thought and step.

Watch the tension and the exertion of thought, as you generate and direct a desire, for instance. It is desire that moves us into and through life. The desire to create life and your personal desire to be born makes your world as well as the interconnectedness of all of what we call real world. A desire for comfort, or a fear of discomfort, or an anger with whatever that takes the ease and creates dis ease. Be an observer of yourself in your own life.  Breathe with your own rhythm and listen to your sound.  Hear your thoughts as you move. Move into a language made up of words you use to describe the place where you are and the place you are moving toward. The truth about life is that even if you are sitting still you are always moving.

Language is used in a way to stabilize movement toward a goal. It is specific thoughts by specific people spoken in adequate language makes a real and deep connection with our inner integrity.  Never lose sight of the story of self with value-based connection builds truth from the inside.  With the specifics, we get to match our shape of the inner small puzzle piece, who we know we are in the outer dimensions with our heart felt inner self seed.

Listen to yourself breath.  Nothing special, just listen in the position you are in and no special counting or practice, just notice how you in your natural rhythm of your inspiration and expiration. As you listen and learn how you breath you will listen to Nature differently. Not the birds tweeting or the trucks traveling but the silence generating the power of our natural world.  This will allow you to hear the breathing patterns of those people in your close personal proximity.

Start to pour your whole heart out in to yourself without putting up any walls. Let your breath fill you with air and bring you life just as air did in your first intake when you were born.  You may not remember that first breath but just for this moment, act as if you do.  You have seen pictures of the Birth Professional, whether it is a doctor or midwife or family member, hold a newborn upside down and give a gentle pat on the back to inspire aspiration.  Go back to that moment using your creative imagination and breathe as though you are upside down and it was your first breath, your first breath every time.

Now we can dance with this energy of our choice to live. We are jiggling with sizzle and flow inside our skin and overflowing with passion. The oxygen carries the ‘stuff’ our brain needs to send signals throughout the body.  More oxygen more mental action more mental action more success in whatever we want to accomplish.  Without deep movement of oxygen, our choices are not in character with the reason we are here at this moment to make a choice.

As shallow breathers, we will now notice that our minds, hearts, and bodies are or get depleted due to improper exchange of good gasses for refuse gasses. We are making unconscious choices.  Choose or loose suddenly means choosing at every nanu second in every intersection of all the directions on all the points of the compass of possibility.   I know that understanding every second of my life is a great place to make my choice.  I can feel my bottom on the seat right now. With the slight movement of air on my face and now I know where I am.  It is in this grounded presence that I can choose what to think, feel, using all my senses and move with a sense of poise and clarity. This is a great beginners step in making real choices using your heart as a compass.
The World usually sees a Compass as an external navigation instrument. It finds directions on the Earth based on a pointer aligning itself with the global magnetic field. For a short time let us each use our Heart to find the magnetic connections in Nature with all life forms, including the connections with other people. Using our hearts and thinking of choice as points on a compass opens up seeing many variations on a theme.

Choice is an important mirror in which to see you.  Look long into this mirror and give it the label, ‘My Choice’. See yourself as a collection of choices that you built, brick by brick, out of decisions mixed with actions, choice by choice, into this body, mind and emotions.

It is your ability to choose anger over understanding in relations with friends, family, or as you travel on the highways of life. To see yourself clearly, to see the truth of life itself as you look at your thoughts, words, and actions and see this as a real life mirror.  To see that as you choose you have the power of a true creator.  True vision cannot become a method to accomplished true choice in an instant or a second, or in a minute, or in one day!  It is an effort to truly be yourself and enjoy the trip that will unite the seconds into a necklace of such beauty that you will stand in breathing and marvel.  People will be attracted to you and your ideas and offer their energy to build this harmonious project, whatever it might be, together to change your world.
How have we lost the ability to choose?  Why did we bury our ability for truth?  When did so many brush aside ‘truth’ to such a point, that each of us, as a human biped, has lost touch with our inner truth.  What we really want to choose in life struggles to reach the surface from within a dustbin built in our core.

Take the opportunity to live your life out-loud. Take a frog and make him/her into a prince or princess!

Live out-loud without external stimulation of caffeine.  Adrenal exhaustion is a build up of old anger.  That extra cup of coffee sends acid along with the caffeine, all through your biology and pumped through your nerves into your brain.  Give up the baggage!
Live with loving attention to your body.  Get up and go for a walk, a swim or a dance to bring fresh oxygen and its handmaiden the added energy you need as you sing and dance and listen to all the people in your ever-widening circle.

Family


The three of us were sitting in the sunny booth in Sconehenge.  I had devoured the chili relleno while sitting next to my daughter and across the street across the table from her father. More beautiful than the delicious morsels is the immortality of  better relations between the generations.

It was, looking over the time, after all those years, my actions and not the words of my instructions and reprimands that molded my child. It is the beginning of a Legend, “When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.”  So many people have children while being afraid to have fun building the next generation. The Helicopter Mom or the Asian Tiger are popular manifestations of this doubt and fear. Why not look and listen to the young human in your midst and help this youngster grow believing this world is a good and safe place.

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