I don't want to be one of those people that pretends that their world is perfect, or under perfect construction, or handled so delicately, that any circumstance that comes will be smoothed over with roses and sugar. ( roses and sugar.... hmmm) that is an interesting one!
Gotta love the spontaneity of expression.
Tonight, I did not pretend! My emotions ran high, and my reality was such that my best friend, my "dog", and I were in a room together, me trying to say good bye, and thank you, and trying to withstand the reality of a love that will leave forever.
My dogs are my life.............my life are .....my dogs!
Some have kids, I have my babies. I never looked at them like they were animals, or dogs. They have just been a connection that has brought me so much happiness, so much incredible humbleness, and so little fear. They inspire me in every way. They give me love like no other. It is so unconditional.
My experience tonight has brought me to my knees, and also to a place of great understanding.
I sit here, in total amazement at the cycle of birth and death.
It will never settle with me, no matter how spiritual the words are...........the cycle of birth and death will never change , so therefor, I will always be in question.
My night tonight will change me forever.
I will miss my best friend, Tesoro, and thank him for a life that would never be the same without him! I will miss you greatly.
I love you.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
STREAM LINE OF CONSCIOUSNESS
Did you ever view your thoughts as if you were watching a film?
Hell, I blow mine up on the big screen. I'm eatin' popcorn and every thing else in sight, just to digest what the heck my movie is about! Thank God I'm not a nail biter, I'd have some sorry looking hands.
I know everyone has their own story line, and truly, at some point, you just start viewing the movie, AS........A MOVIE!
But, truth has it that in this human form, this human brain, and all that other human stuff we have, my my movie is MY MOVIE, and I still have to pay out the yin yang to participate in it. What a crock? Again, who made up these rules? I wasn't on that board......... trust me!
There is a constant stream line of consciousness that is available, if you take 5 seconds out of your day/movie, to become a witness to the events that are happening.
Sometimes I believe my story to be so real, and my chest gets heavy, and the characters are real, and the story line is stressful, exciting, overrated....you name it........... but.............. because I still exist in this little frame, this enclosure, so tightly wrapped up in some package they say my mother had something to do with, is another story.
Who is it anyway? Is it the person who cooks? Who serves you? Who makes you good coffee? Who does this and that?
Is there really a label for such a vast and complex character?
Any word, including character, minimizes the velocity in which this process takes place. Maybe it should be a visual of Superman soaring from building to building................. I dunno!
All I know, is that we, as little people here, have a responsibility, outside of our roles, our characters, and that is to be True to Ourselves. However that shows up, is so individual, and personal, and no one can judge you for it, because who are they?
Their story could be The Simpson's, and yours ER? No comparison right? Mine wouldn't be either or, maybe some other hoakie show........ I'd say The Soprano's but that is a bone of contention these days.
Stay with the story outside of what "seems" real. Go with how you feel when you are not connected to the drama. There is a stream line of consciousness outside of the drama, and it is the very thing that will take you far on your journey, far into your being, that will catapult you inside, where there is a reservoir of gold. Gold you cannot cash in on, just revel in, and mess your hair up in it, roll in it, throw it all up in the air, and catch it, or not, or damn...........WHATEVER THE HECK YOU WANT.................... THAT, IS CONSCIOUNSESS............... look at that!
Freedom in consciousness!
I'm on that ride.............
Commin' with me?
Hell, I blow mine up on the big screen. I'm eatin' popcorn and every thing else in sight, just to digest what the heck my movie is about! Thank God I'm not a nail biter, I'd have some sorry looking hands.
I know everyone has their own story line, and truly, at some point, you just start viewing the movie, AS........A MOVIE!
But, truth has it that in this human form, this human brain, and all that other human stuff we have, my my movie is MY MOVIE, and I still have to pay out the yin yang to participate in it. What a crock? Again, who made up these rules? I wasn't on that board......... trust me!
There is a constant stream line of consciousness that is available, if you take 5 seconds out of your day/movie, to become a witness to the events that are happening.
Sometimes I believe my story to be so real, and my chest gets heavy, and the characters are real, and the story line is stressful, exciting, overrated....you name it........... but.............. because I still exist in this little frame, this enclosure, so tightly wrapped up in some package they say my mother had something to do with, is another story.
Who is it anyway? Is it the person who cooks? Who serves you? Who makes you good coffee? Who does this and that?
Is there really a label for such a vast and complex character?
Any word, including character, minimizes the velocity in which this process takes place. Maybe it should be a visual of Superman soaring from building to building................. I dunno!
All I know, is that we, as little people here, have a responsibility, outside of our roles, our characters, and that is to be True to Ourselves. However that shows up, is so individual, and personal, and no one can judge you for it, because who are they?
Their story could be The Simpson's, and yours ER? No comparison right? Mine wouldn't be either or, maybe some other hoakie show........ I'd say The Soprano's but that is a bone of contention these days.
Stay with the story outside of what "seems" real. Go with how you feel when you are not connected to the drama. There is a stream line of consciousness outside of the drama, and it is the very thing that will take you far on your journey, far into your being, that will catapult you inside, where there is a reservoir of gold. Gold you cannot cash in on, just revel in, and mess your hair up in it, roll in it, throw it all up in the air, and catch it, or not, or damn...........WHATEVER THE HECK YOU WANT.................... THAT, IS CONSCIOUNSESS............... look at that!
Freedom in consciousness!
I'm on that ride.............
Commin' with me?
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT......
The fact, that we are all going to leave these bodies someday, and go to wherever you feel you are going? Does that make you change your day, your thoughts, your actions, or how you relate to people? You do realize, it IS going to happen right? What are we doing now? How do we spend our days? Are we learning on our journey? Learning to fix past mistakes to be different in the future?
I have experienced being by someone who is on their death bed. And they speak of their life, and their time here, and they look at you in such a way, that tells such a story. You want to ask what they are thinking and it brings you to WANT to ask, what shall I do next? There is a kind of transference. It is unspoken, but the transference is deep, and if you are open to it, it changes you, and your life, from that point on, and it is lived in a very different way.
This isn't meant to be depressing or too deep where you just want to go...........ahh, I didn't feel like thinking about that.........but it is REAL~ Is someone with me? Is there anyone with me other than AMY?
Does anyone pan on those thoughts and make deliberate changes in their days or moments, based on some significant thoughts that arise in your day? Do you hear the thoughts but ignore them, because who, in their right mind, is going to be thinking about all of this?
C'mon guys, give me the benefit of the doubt, and please tell me that you all think of these things and then......... I don't know.............even if you don't do anything.....please, please tell me, that you at least think about it.
I know for me, that for some reason, along my little path, I made some sort of silent resolution that I wasn't going to take life for granted anymore. It was potent, and very obvious that I had internally made a stance.
I started looking at my colleagues differently, my banker, my dogs, and every bit of everything. I eat a damn strawberry and I'm done...........that is it............who needs sex? I just ate a frigin strawberry, thinking about my life and why I should be grateful.
Don't laugh, cuz I can name all who are............. just give yourself one second to digest that.
It's true.
Don't go for the obvious. Stretch out on a limb, and call me when your left foot is half way in the air, and your right is just about to break free.
Jump! It's only water guys, it's only water!
Gnite to all my bungie jumpers who insire me.
Bunjie for Life!
g'nite
I have experienced being by someone who is on their death bed. And they speak of their life, and their time here, and they look at you in such a way, that tells such a story. You want to ask what they are thinking and it brings you to WANT to ask, what shall I do next? There is a kind of transference. It is unspoken, but the transference is deep, and if you are open to it, it changes you, and your life, from that point on, and it is lived in a very different way.
This isn't meant to be depressing or too deep where you just want to go...........ahh, I didn't feel like thinking about that.........but it is REAL~ Is someone with me? Is there anyone with me other than AMY?
Does anyone pan on those thoughts and make deliberate changes in their days or moments, based on some significant thoughts that arise in your day? Do you hear the thoughts but ignore them, because who, in their right mind, is going to be thinking about all of this?
C'mon guys, give me the benefit of the doubt, and please tell me that you all think of these things and then......... I don't know.............even if you don't do anything.....please, please tell me, that you at least think about it.
I know for me, that for some reason, along my little path, I made some sort of silent resolution that I wasn't going to take life for granted anymore. It was potent, and very obvious that I had internally made a stance.
I started looking at my colleagues differently, my banker, my dogs, and every bit of everything. I eat a damn strawberry and I'm done...........that is it............who needs sex? I just ate a frigin strawberry, thinking about my life and why I should be grateful.
Don't laugh, cuz I can name all who are............. just give yourself one second to digest that.
It's true.
Don't go for the obvious. Stretch out on a limb, and call me when your left foot is half way in the air, and your right is just about to break free.
Jump! It's only water guys, it's only water!
Gnite to all my bungie jumpers who insire me.
Bunjie for Life!
g'nite
Sunday, May 3, 2009
STANDING ALONE
You know, I look back on my life, and I wonder, If I hadn't experienced all that I have, what kind of person would I be?
There are those people that have had a "smooth" kind of life. Mom, Dad, boxed lunch, with an apple, of course, snacks after school, cartoons before dinner, meat, veggie and starch, small dessert, after homework, bath, jammies, and a great night story before bed.
WOW!
In these moments, I say, "How can ANYONE judge another? No one knows any ones story, do they?
I don't know too many people that know about the digs of my childhood, maybe a few, and even then, I'm not sure!
It does all make sense, who we become, from WHERE we have come from.
Maybe I wouldn't trade a boxed lunch, now, for standing in the reduced lunch line. Who knows? Maybe that is why I appreciate food so much. I will never take food for granted! Nor, will you ever go hungry at my house!
Kids who had an apple with their bologna and cheese, and some other snack, were good to go. How can it get any better?
I'm not saying I never had that, but that kind of thing was a luxury.
Kids today, have no idea how good they have it. ( I just sounded old, hahah, caught it) Too funny!
I can recall all incidents from when I was a child, reflect, and say, "WOA!"
Without going into detail, it reminds you of your story line, how life has gone so far, and you wonder why we all have our separate story lines.
Why does Sally, ( I think I like the name Sally, she shows up time and time again), skate through life, untainted, and then heads to college all boxed up pretty with a bow, and then graduates with honors, and leads a ............ whatever kind of life........... it starts out sounding boring to me, and kind of still does, but why is her life sheltered somehow? Why is Sally devoid of certain things?
Does someone out there look down and go, "Well, that Sally, she's a fine girl, let her skate on by and she'll be OK.
And then look down on a few million others and go,"Well, that so and so, why not take this away, or that away, or throw a huge tar pit in the road, with tons of rocks, and say, "Well, I am sure they will figure it out"!
Why is that? Oh, I can come up with some spiritual answers, some logical ones, but, really........does any one of us really have an answer?
They needed that for their karma, they needed that to become more strong, to be more brave, to learn tenacity...........what? What really is it?
I am not looking for anyone to email back and say, "This is what I think it is?"
I genuinely ask these questions to probe and challenge some god out there to meet me somewhere and have an intimate chat.
I'll bring the crackers and cheese, just show up........someone show the hell up so I can have a decent conversation with some depth........I'm dying over here!!!!
Ya know, you go to work, stay there for 8 hours, joke a bit, entertain people, but mostly yourself, and hop in the car, only to find yourself unveiling, to get back to your depth.
Not that there isn't a depth that happens in the workplace. I love my customers to death, but there is a difference from being with people for a short span, handing over a coffee or two, than hanging with your being for a few hours and uncovering mysteries that blow you out of the water.
I love that!
I need that.!
It is just me. Not for everyone, I guarantee.
I feel as if I stand alone in that reality, because it is an awesome journey to trek on. The rewards are mind blowing, so why not be an addict?
Much healthier, no?
Give me an afternoon with quiet. I'd say line up the next morning to witness the purest state of being, and a glow that will knock your socks off.
Give me a weekend, I might charge you!!
Standing alone in your objectivity, your scope of life, to me, is an intelligent way to view humanness, the raw state that is available to all of us, yet, so few dare to partake.
That humanness is what sheds light on a more compassionate way of living. To take that time, is taking time to understand others, the larger picture of our human race. If we start with ourselves, the race is half over.
If I have compassion for myself, why wouldn't I have it for the man next door, or the person that just took me to the mat?
It is all one big work of progress. I certainly try to adhere to my own beliefs, but like anyone, it is a work of art to ace compassion, to ace forgiveness, and to ace the letting go process, to let things be as they are, and to accept all challenges with an open heart, and take responsibility for why they are there, without any blame on anyone else.
Gulp! Did I say all that?
It is true. I say gulp, because it is a responsible choice. Not an easy one. I'd rather wring it all out in the wash than sweep it under the carpet. Get a few greys, than become a professional house cleaner.
Stand alone, even if it is in private moments. Realize you are alone, in your personal quest, not alone in life, but if you want to check out your individual canvas, and what it takes to achieve your perfect picture, there are roads to take, and detours, and ghouls and goblins.
GO FOR THE GHOULS AND GOBLINS IF THEY SHOW UP. You might have to color your hair twice a month, rather than once, but at least the box is only 8 bucks or so. Unless you like Loreal', you might trade a ghoul for the extra bucks............ahhh, go for it........what's a cupola bucks?
Life is funny. It really is.
We'll look back on all of this and say, " What the hell was I thinking?"
We will, I promise.
I hope someone is standing by my bedside, when I am older than old, reminding me of my 20"s and 30's and 40's........... telling me the story line, that I took so damn seriously, and all that will be on my mind is cleaning my frigin dentures.
Isn't that how it really is though?
I'm going to bed laughing at myself.
This is good! This is a good sign.
Ciao!
I love you guys........I really do!
There are those people that have had a "smooth" kind of life. Mom, Dad, boxed lunch, with an apple, of course, snacks after school, cartoons before dinner, meat, veggie and starch, small dessert, after homework, bath, jammies, and a great night story before bed.
WOW!
In these moments, I say, "How can ANYONE judge another? No one knows any ones story, do they?
I don't know too many people that know about the digs of my childhood, maybe a few, and even then, I'm not sure!
It does all make sense, who we become, from WHERE we have come from.
Maybe I wouldn't trade a boxed lunch, now, for standing in the reduced lunch line. Who knows? Maybe that is why I appreciate food so much. I will never take food for granted! Nor, will you ever go hungry at my house!
Kids who had an apple with their bologna and cheese, and some other snack, were good to go. How can it get any better?
I'm not saying I never had that, but that kind of thing was a luxury.
Kids today, have no idea how good they have it. ( I just sounded old, hahah, caught it) Too funny!
I can recall all incidents from when I was a child, reflect, and say, "WOA!"
Without going into detail, it reminds you of your story line, how life has gone so far, and you wonder why we all have our separate story lines.
Why does Sally, ( I think I like the name Sally, she shows up time and time again), skate through life, untainted, and then heads to college all boxed up pretty with a bow, and then graduates with honors, and leads a ............ whatever kind of life........... it starts out sounding boring to me, and kind of still does, but why is her life sheltered somehow? Why is Sally devoid of certain things?
Does someone out there look down and go, "Well, that Sally, she's a fine girl, let her skate on by and she'll be OK.
And then look down on a few million others and go,"Well, that so and so, why not take this away, or that away, or throw a huge tar pit in the road, with tons of rocks, and say, "Well, I am sure they will figure it out"!
Why is that? Oh, I can come up with some spiritual answers, some logical ones, but, really........does any one of us really have an answer?
They needed that for their karma, they needed that to become more strong, to be more brave, to learn tenacity...........what? What really is it?
I am not looking for anyone to email back and say, "This is what I think it is?"
I genuinely ask these questions to probe and challenge some god out there to meet me somewhere and have an intimate chat.
I'll bring the crackers and cheese, just show up........someone show the hell up so I can have a decent conversation with some depth........I'm dying over here!!!!
Ya know, you go to work, stay there for 8 hours, joke a bit, entertain people, but mostly yourself, and hop in the car, only to find yourself unveiling, to get back to your depth.
Not that there isn't a depth that happens in the workplace. I love my customers to death, but there is a difference from being with people for a short span, handing over a coffee or two, than hanging with your being for a few hours and uncovering mysteries that blow you out of the water.
I love that!
I need that.!
It is just me. Not for everyone, I guarantee.
I feel as if I stand alone in that reality, because it is an awesome journey to trek on. The rewards are mind blowing, so why not be an addict?
Much healthier, no?
Give me an afternoon with quiet. I'd say line up the next morning to witness the purest state of being, and a glow that will knock your socks off.
Give me a weekend, I might charge you!!
Standing alone in your objectivity, your scope of life, to me, is an intelligent way to view humanness, the raw state that is available to all of us, yet, so few dare to partake.
That humanness is what sheds light on a more compassionate way of living. To take that time, is taking time to understand others, the larger picture of our human race. If we start with ourselves, the race is half over.
If I have compassion for myself, why wouldn't I have it for the man next door, or the person that just took me to the mat?
It is all one big work of progress. I certainly try to adhere to my own beliefs, but like anyone, it is a work of art to ace compassion, to ace forgiveness, and to ace the letting go process, to let things be as they are, and to accept all challenges with an open heart, and take responsibility for why they are there, without any blame on anyone else.
Gulp! Did I say all that?
It is true. I say gulp, because it is a responsible choice. Not an easy one. I'd rather wring it all out in the wash than sweep it under the carpet. Get a few greys, than become a professional house cleaner.
Stand alone, even if it is in private moments. Realize you are alone, in your personal quest, not alone in life, but if you want to check out your individual canvas, and what it takes to achieve your perfect picture, there are roads to take, and detours, and ghouls and goblins.
GO FOR THE GHOULS AND GOBLINS IF THEY SHOW UP. You might have to color your hair twice a month, rather than once, but at least the box is only 8 bucks or so. Unless you like Loreal', you might trade a ghoul for the extra bucks............ahhh, go for it........what's a cupola bucks?
Life is funny. It really is.
We'll look back on all of this and say, " What the hell was I thinking?"
We will, I promise.
I hope someone is standing by my bedside, when I am older than old, reminding me of my 20"s and 30's and 40's........... telling me the story line, that I took so damn seriously, and all that will be on my mind is cleaning my frigin dentures.
Isn't that how it really is though?
I'm going to bed laughing at myself.
This is good! This is a good sign.
Ciao!
I love you guys........I really do!
"NOT TAKING THINGS SO SERIOUSLY"
That quote of, "Don't take things so seriously", is a good one, yet if I think about it, I could disagree, to some extent.
At least for my kind of personality, being inquisitive, wondering, dissecting, or analyzing, from a curious standpoint, lends for a certain style of seriousness. It doesn't have to be a negative at all, but being "serious", to me, on one hand, is a turn on. It is an allowance to free think, as an individual human being, about what you...........you............you.........and no one else, thinks. Forget rules and regulations. Just for a bit.
I find that I am attracted to thinkers. The ones who think beyond the status quot. The ones who say, "Yea, I know that, I get it, but this is my opinion", because they actually have sat with themselves, and gave it some thought, rather than saying, "yea, this is this, because that is what it says in the scriptures or that is what I grew up with."
In all due respect......... WHO CARES?
I grew up with a certain set of rules too, but somehow, when I was little, ( I am laughing), I didn't buy into sitting somewhere for a few hours passing a basket around, asking for money from people who generally didn't have it. That is not downing a labeled religion, but a certain set of circumstances that didn't gel with me then, and doesn't gel with me now. Not that that one experience made up my mind, but one, in a hundred. And......I still love sitting in a church, So.....don't wrap yourself up too much in my thoughts. It is an intricate and personal journey, for everyone. I have no judgements on anyone for what they practice, how, when, where, or what they do. This is a whole other subject.
I will say though, there were many aspects that I loved, but the point is.. think beyond what you know, what you have learned, and see just what it is that you like and adhere to, from your HEART.
This is, by no means, a disrespect to anyone, or any religion, purely just an opinion, because, I can.
Life offers up so many instances.
Instances to change. From who we thought we were 10 minutes ago, to the advanced soul, who thought "seriously" in that 10 minutes and made headway in their evolution, to be something or someone different, that makes way for a better world, a better person, or just makes life better momentarily..........no matter what or when, they made a decision. A conscious decision to change themselves, with their set of circumstances. Not dependant on any one Else's life or reality.
Woa, huge surge! That gave me the chills.
Yours are going to be different. Maybe you feel like you don't need to be oh so serious. Maybe it is a different train of thought. And so be it...........I say, "Rock on", as long as it rings true for you.
Be serious, be silly, be whatever, but...just be YOU. Let your small little nucleus in this world reek of YOU, YOUR ESSENCE, your flavor, whatever it is. After all, this is YOUR LIFE, your canvas, your personal time on this earth. Have fun. Dig in to what turns you on, and don't let anyone take that away from you.
I will guarantee you, that if you give it any kind of thought, it will allow for a certain seriousness, the kind that sets you free, just from executing the damn thought. And then there is the rest, that is so amazingly aware of every situation surrounding you, and if you allow those thoughts to germinate, there is a consiounsess that awaits you, that will unequivocally support you on your personal journey towards...hmmm....... so many words........enlightenment, home, your god, your lover, your whatever. Toward the purest form of LOVE.
Ya know, like I said, "It is a personal journey. Call it your own. Own it! Stand by it, even if there is no one else in your "ring".
Stand out, not because you want some sort of attention or validation, but because, your passionate about your life here, on this small planet, for some short time, that when all is said and done, you will know, that you've uncovered yourself, in the most beautiful, raw, way.
Become Picasso. Become Shakespeare! '
Let your being become a living poem, that evokes the love of "God".
How about the love of LOVE, ITSELF.
I will go to bed tonight, so in love with the reality of THIS.
IT IS WHAT RINGS TRUE TO ME.
Take what you want, leave what you can.
Just make it your own, and............. you CAN be serious...........OR NOT.
No matter the road, someone hears your call.
I guess if it is needed that you be serious, it will offer that up.
If not, you will see it WILL lead you somewhere,
where Bygons will be Bygons,
but...........
What about those Bygons?????
At least for my kind of personality, being inquisitive, wondering, dissecting, or analyzing, from a curious standpoint, lends for a certain style of seriousness. It doesn't have to be a negative at all, but being "serious", to me, on one hand, is a turn on. It is an allowance to free think, as an individual human being, about what you...........you............you.........and no one else, thinks. Forget rules and regulations. Just for a bit.
I find that I am attracted to thinkers. The ones who think beyond the status quot. The ones who say, "Yea, I know that, I get it, but this is my opinion", because they actually have sat with themselves, and gave it some thought, rather than saying, "yea, this is this, because that is what it says in the scriptures or that is what I grew up with."
In all due respect......... WHO CARES?
I grew up with a certain set of rules too, but somehow, when I was little, ( I am laughing), I didn't buy into sitting somewhere for a few hours passing a basket around, asking for money from people who generally didn't have it. That is not downing a labeled religion, but a certain set of circumstances that didn't gel with me then, and doesn't gel with me now. Not that that one experience made up my mind, but one, in a hundred. And......I still love sitting in a church, So.....don't wrap yourself up too much in my thoughts. It is an intricate and personal journey, for everyone. I have no judgements on anyone for what they practice, how, when, where, or what they do. This is a whole other subject.
I will say though, there were many aspects that I loved, but the point is.. think beyond what you know, what you have learned, and see just what it is that you like and adhere to, from your HEART.
This is, by no means, a disrespect to anyone, or any religion, purely just an opinion, because, I can.
Life offers up so many instances.
Instances to change. From who we thought we were 10 minutes ago, to the advanced soul, who thought "seriously" in that 10 minutes and made headway in their evolution, to be something or someone different, that makes way for a better world, a better person, or just makes life better momentarily..........no matter what or when, they made a decision. A conscious decision to change themselves, with their set of circumstances. Not dependant on any one Else's life or reality.
Woa, huge surge! That gave me the chills.
Yours are going to be different. Maybe you feel like you don't need to be oh so serious. Maybe it is a different train of thought. And so be it...........I say, "Rock on", as long as it rings true for you.
Be serious, be silly, be whatever, but...just be YOU. Let your small little nucleus in this world reek of YOU, YOUR ESSENCE, your flavor, whatever it is. After all, this is YOUR LIFE, your canvas, your personal time on this earth. Have fun. Dig in to what turns you on, and don't let anyone take that away from you.
I will guarantee you, that if you give it any kind of thought, it will allow for a certain seriousness, the kind that sets you free, just from executing the damn thought. And then there is the rest, that is so amazingly aware of every situation surrounding you, and if you allow those thoughts to germinate, there is a consiounsess that awaits you, that will unequivocally support you on your personal journey towards...hmmm....... so many words........enlightenment, home, your god, your lover, your whatever. Toward the purest form of LOVE.
Ya know, like I said, "It is a personal journey. Call it your own. Own it! Stand by it, even if there is no one else in your "ring".
Stand out, not because you want some sort of attention or validation, but because, your passionate about your life here, on this small planet, for some short time, that when all is said and done, you will know, that you've uncovered yourself, in the most beautiful, raw, way.
Become Picasso. Become Shakespeare! '
Let your being become a living poem, that evokes the love of "God".
How about the love of LOVE, ITSELF.
I will go to bed tonight, so in love with the reality of THIS.
IT IS WHAT RINGS TRUE TO ME.
Take what you want, leave what you can.
Just make it your own, and............. you CAN be serious...........OR NOT.
No matter the road, someone hears your call.
I guess if it is needed that you be serious, it will offer that up.
If not, you will see it WILL lead you somewhere,
where Bygons will be Bygons,
but...........
What about those Bygons?????
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Breath and The Wind
That is all I have in this moment. My breath, and the wind.
Probably, I could end in a period on that one, but something says, just put a comma, and expound on it, don't leave anyone hanging on Just Breath and Wind.
Ya know, I write as I think. That is what I love about writing, there is no law, no boundary, no written rule, on my blog anyway, that says, I can't say this, and I can't say that........... short of a few East Coast curse words, I'm good. For those of you who don't know East coasters, we love words that start with F or S or some slang descriptive word. I'm not going to be polite now........
But...... it does come in handy sometimes.
I hate to edit, or feel like I have to compose or block myself because of a rule. I've been that way since I can remember..... 4 being the youngest one in age, telling my brother, "Wadyou mean I can't do that?". Who said?? And if they did? So............ who are they? Oh god, it goes way back. Maybe that is where the "trouble" began. I thought I had a mind of my own! And.......I did, but who went along with me on it is another story. I kinda didn't care if they did or not, really. I actually would wait around to see who felt what I did, and then looked at my watch and got bored!
No one hung in for the long run. No one had a mind of their own. They copied others ideas of what they thought was good/bad,right wrong. And that is cool but....... I like to be original in my way. Not to be different, but to explore who I am, what I believe in, and apply it if I can possibly get away with it. Not that I need to get away with something, but to apply the craziness of the way I think and hopefully someone buys into my intellegence, haha. Really, I don't speak with pride, just assurance. That would be assurance, not pride.
I love to talk freely. Imagine that? This lovely blog with little to say.
And the great thing is...... you can like it.........or not........and it won't matter one lick to me........ unless your Miss Evans.......:)
All kidding aside.......
Tonight, it really is all about the breath, and the wind. The wind is charging through the French Doors. The chimes are telling stories, and I sit here with an open heart, trying to digest life's little dance, the opportunities we get, the feelings we have, and the small opening to actually make a difference.
I want to start my days with small breaths, and indulge throughout the day for some comfort, and stability.
But mostly, for myself, and the amount of satisfaction I get out of connecting to a greater source, other than me, this "subject matter", who gets disgruntled at the sight of a half true reality. It needs that connection.
My breath brings me back..... centers me.................. the wind, the same, but the wind beckons me......... it asks me quite frequently, questions that no sage could answer. It is left up to me, who ever I am NOT, to be honest, and forthright, with any Truths that I stand by, and to not edit.
To just be who I am. To just tell the Truth.
~
Probably, I could end in a period on that one, but something says, just put a comma, and expound on it, don't leave anyone hanging on Just Breath and Wind.
Ya know, I write as I think. That is what I love about writing, there is no law, no boundary, no written rule, on my blog anyway, that says, I can't say this, and I can't say that........... short of a few East Coast curse words, I'm good. For those of you who don't know East coasters, we love words that start with F or S or some slang descriptive word. I'm not going to be polite now........
But...... it does come in handy sometimes.
I hate to edit, or feel like I have to compose or block myself because of a rule. I've been that way since I can remember..... 4 being the youngest one in age, telling my brother, "Wadyou mean I can't do that?". Who said?? And if they did? So............ who are they? Oh god, it goes way back. Maybe that is where the "trouble" began. I thought I had a mind of my own! And.......I did, but who went along with me on it is another story. I kinda didn't care if they did or not, really. I actually would wait around to see who felt what I did, and then looked at my watch and got bored!
No one hung in for the long run. No one had a mind of their own. They copied others ideas of what they thought was good/bad,right wrong. And that is cool but....... I like to be original in my way. Not to be different, but to explore who I am, what I believe in, and apply it if I can possibly get away with it. Not that I need to get away with something, but to apply the craziness of the way I think and hopefully someone buys into my intellegence, haha. Really, I don't speak with pride, just assurance. That would be assurance, not pride.
I love to talk freely. Imagine that? This lovely blog with little to say.
And the great thing is...... you can like it.........or not........and it won't matter one lick to me........ unless your Miss Evans.......:)
All kidding aside.......
Tonight, it really is all about the breath, and the wind. The wind is charging through the French Doors. The chimes are telling stories, and I sit here with an open heart, trying to digest life's little dance, the opportunities we get, the feelings we have, and the small opening to actually make a difference.
I want to start my days with small breaths, and indulge throughout the day for some comfort, and stability.
But mostly, for myself, and the amount of satisfaction I get out of connecting to a greater source, other than me, this "subject matter", who gets disgruntled at the sight of a half true reality. It needs that connection.
My breath brings me back..... centers me.................. the wind, the same, but the wind beckons me......... it asks me quite frequently, questions that no sage could answer. It is left up to me, who ever I am NOT, to be honest, and forthright, with any Truths that I stand by, and to not edit.
To just be who I am. To just tell the Truth.
~
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