This Hour Has 60 Minutes

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This hour has 60 minutes. What you do with those minutes could make a world a difference in the seconds that tick away.

In the first 20 minutes the thoughts you make are critical to the questions you may begin to ask yourself. Whether you’re just waking up, in the middle or at the end of the day thought happens. One idea, one issue one complete ending begins to the shape. Mindful breakthroughs or mental blockages, it’s the fast food take out menu you carry around with you. Every time you breath you have already had at least a hundred thinking moments. Where does one begin? Is it all about the beginnings or the endings that arise first. What to wear brings up the rest of the day in which what happens comes through. Whose in charge of these random thoughts, highlights that are pen highlighted. It all begins with choice.

The next 20 minutes is reaction time. It comes in as a challenge to the choice you have made the most important to all other choices. Now we begin to embrace our limitations, as we find ourselves embodying ideas that have worked vs. the ones we haven’t tried yet. Time is ticking by and the clock is telling us time may be almost up. What to do, what to do, what to do? Maybe it’s all about not so much the what but the how? How did you get here? Better scurry tick tock.

Now we’ve come to the last 20 minutes of our hour. A idea has come about, a decision possibly decided on and now to make it happen. How are you expressing yourself? Are you still undecided? Time waits for no one, this is what we believe. Yet if time didn’t matter we could have 55 minutes to spare make the right choice and move forward. It is all about the change. All those thoughts in the piggy back can be of good use when we use our resources.

60 Minutes, each and every hour of every 24 hour day. What have you done with it lately? Can you admit to being present and productive or so far ahead that you have taken the wrong road.

It’s time, it’s second related, it’s the 59th minute of the hour. Look up and time has run out. Make the most of your ideas, your thoughts and make your actions count.

Peace Out my friends on this Super Tuesday.

Chit Chat

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Hello, anyone home? Can I come upstairs and have a chat with you? Oh, you’d prefer I wait downstairs until you’re ready? I see, you’ll come down because if I come upstairs it will mean you’re ready to have “that” conversation.

Chit chat, time has come to have that conversation with ourselves. The part of us that is really the better half. The husband to the wife, the female to the male, the soul to the human. Why does it seem so hard to look into the mirror and see what is seen? Is it that complicated to face ourself and be truthful? Hey, if we can’t be truthful to “the one and only” then who can we be truthful to?

Going upstairs can mean any number of ways of presenting the facts unabridged. Scary monsters may live in attics in the movies, ideas that present fear in all kinds of ways. Enter the honesty of it and all you can see are red roses and happy times. All those headaches we gives ourselves as we compound pressure and more pressure can be avoided by opening the valve and releasing it as it builds.

The first step is truth, the second is is it real and the third is why do I carry it around on my shoulders. Sometimes it doesn’t even belong to the “you” that caries it although you can absolutely identify with it. It may talk like you, act like you, even seem like you, yet is it? Is it your nemesis or a confidant you can trust. When you believe in you, you will be able to sort out the rotten, the no longer useful” from the the useful.

So once again do you want to chat? Chit chat? Talk about something awesome, different and diverse. Maybe you would let your guard down and open the door. see the difference of opinion, find your own personal potential. In-between the upstairs and the basement is a portal, one that can actually show you the way. It can offer you confidence, understanding and by the time you get to the top your baggage is gone and you come empty handed. There’s no need for mentioning if’s and’s or but’s only to see the optimal of what is best for who you are, in its best scenario.

Come on do it, be it without expectation and the chit chat will become an announcement to the world that you are here and you are ready to be real.

Peace Out my friends.

Utopian, Yesterday’s

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Utopian yesterday’s can bring one to their knees. Harmonic and placating, in a sense, it could bring images of contentment. Images we wished would never end.

Do we defend our yesterday’s as if they are Utopian? War against the tomorrows we believe will come, until they become different? Are we unable to find an inability to move in a forward direction, with the ability to leave behind the unwanted debris? What do we do with the left over ambitions that we never put to use? Do we have rows of filing cabinets that hold a lot of useless information? Information in file folders full of dust yet still telling ourselves”one day.” Utopian ambition is yesterday’s news.
Sometimes a Blissful tomorrow pops up in our queue, what about those? Buried information that could be useful if we only could understand the knowledge. Unabridged books of forward thinking, mindful actions and recipes in good faith that my bring an end to backward conversations that go nowhere.

Utopian yesterdays are defended wars that we should have had closure on a longtime ago. There is never any good that comes out of outdated, dusty old issues. What happened to simple endings?

Simple, uncomplicated and mindful can be the only Utopian we need. Yes’s and no’s will do in a pinch. Ideas that go in a circle can only feed us nonsense. Minimal is short stories vs. long tiring fantasies.

I’m still hanging in there for my Utopian moment. A moment not built on yesterday’s long gone. Some day will come and it will be good.

Peace Out.

The Message Is The Same, (until you read it differently)

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The message is the same or is it? The school of life invites you to attend classes each and everyday yet do we show up? Class evaluation is done by us, for us and because of us. The curriculum is different for each and every student. We learn because we choose to learn for us and not the masses. We hunger for knowledge for ourselves and not for the people who choose to be not understanding of your own personal goals. Life is not for the general public. It’s a science with a half shelf life, always changing course, always growing in an individualistic way and profound. Observe, quantify, understand. It’s a biology of belief, it’s purpose and believing in ourselves. It’s in modification in the way that we can tweak it to whatever it needs to be. We should want more out of ourselves than becoming robots in a deep rooted system of choices that no longer pertain to pattern out molded.

To learn and to grow is the ability to be individualistic. Come and learn at your own pace and realize you have the ability to say no to anything which doesn’t concern your growth. How we choose to take care of business, the business of living should be open and not authorized by one man or woman. No one in control of the whole when the whole is not the same. Each person to their own when it comes to the pace and the knowledge they want to access. To be able to do your “own thing” makes you successful and not one of many.

Are we in it to win it? Then why aren’t we listening to the message. I’m not saying go rogue, yet be a vagabond on an adventure. See what you learn by using your eyes, understand what your learning by listening to your own unique message and be mindful of the message that’s delivered.

Love yourself, learn the bigger picture of you by being a forward thinker. Don’t be afraid to not be normal because you may find out you are good at something different. Let others see the real you, not the story teller that lives in a make believe land of Oz. Oz is real, Oz is in all of us and all we have to do is find it. We all have a recipe book that has our own name on it.

Peace Out. Always here to be interrupted and indulged upon. Message me I do give intuitive advice.

Hearing, What Did You Say?

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Hello. What, what did you say? I wasn’t listening, I was distracted. Can you repeat that so I can understand? Have truths, big lies and conversation in-between.

What did you understand about what I said? Did you hear me at all. Listening at half volume will strain your ears to hear. Trying to understand a point of view, when your hearing is turned down with create tension in the mind. The brain will push you to anxiety and the truth can never be fully expressed. Can you turn down the background noise? Did you up the volume on the TV so no one could really hear you? You could then claim a no brainer on what you said. Is it true you had no intention of wanting someone to actually listen to you. Or maybe you yelled it out, your story, so it became unbelievable. If you want to be listened to, then you also need to listen. Listen like the voice you hear is the last voice you will ever hear. Listen for the tone of truth, the anticipated answer you had hoped for, then smile in recognition. Staring back blank faced will get you somewhere you don’t want to be.

Too many half truths out there will give you fill in the blank novels. Descriptive novellas that seem too good to be true, and for some reason we never question it. Command attention from the room making sure you know what you are saying. Turn down the background noises and own the podium. Make sure you are real and not trying to express a reality that you can’t face in the mirror. Ask for advice and listen harder than what you would expect from your listeners.

Value is as valuable does. Both ears not one, a whole mind and not half. Ask if you’re understood. Understand with hope, acknowledge without fear and believe that if you want the truth then speak it, in all ways. I’m not listening whispered in your own ears doesn’t help, deception is for novels made up not realities played out in person, to person. Want more from those expected to give, of themselves, then ask less of the lies and more of the truth. Make wisdom your champion. Tell anyone who try’s otherwise to bugger off. Theres no room for half baked, have cooked up or half fed.

I have one recipe to give: Be fully attentive to the world outside because one day you may have to answer the question of how well you did and on that day it’s your turn to feed others truth.

Peace Out on this beautiful Sunday.

Winners And Losers

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Winning and loosing, win, loose, winners and losers. Control, entitlement, struggle and fear. I win and you loose. What did you win, what did the other loose? Did it change your mind any? How about give you consciousness? Was it liberating, maybe felt good. Maybe you were the loser. Did it make you feel a lot smaller? Stupid, stepped on, comes to mind when you are made to look bad. What do you want to do about it? The new norm is no Winner, no loser just meet me in the middle. Oh wait that’s called mediation. Shake hands and both win, walk away and start over and there are no losers.

It would look pretty silly if our right hand always fought the left. What if our brain didn’t get along? The left brain always wanted to dominate and ended up killing off the right brain. A world without creativity, a planet of black and white, no crayola rainbows. The right foot always over stepping the left foot and it’s called “tripping.”

The big “W” would be better off if the “W” meant Wonder. And the sign on the forehead with the “L” should stand for Love.

Time to stop the madness, the aggravation of wanting to always win over the opposite side. Fingers are meant to be a part of the hand. The hand is involved with the arm and the arm is one side of the whole “BODY.” We belong together and not always siding with one half of this whole.

Free speech, everybody counts and because there are no winners or losers we are “All for one and one for all.”

Peace out and have a good weekend.

Hey

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Hey, if you walk in a circle where do we go? Do we walk forward and backwards at the same time? Are circles just straight lines that have decided to bend a little or bend a lot? Can we turn a square into a circle by rounding out the corners or how about take that circle and push it outwards and call it a square.

Our times are complicated. Nothing is as it seems to be. There’s no straight lines, right or left turns or beginnings and endings. We never go from A to B anymore and what happened to the content page where we could find out where we could go to find the answers. Endings come before beginnings, mazes have no reason to be finished and where the hell did the stop signs go? We are running without understanding why we are running or where we are running to. Our minds are not made up anymore it just gets dizzy. Circles never get us anywhere straight lines have a start line but never seems to be measured or kept in check. When was the last time you did points on a graph? Pointless because no one wants to follow any rules. garbage bags full of stuff, all kinds of left over good news and reality checks all thrown away and discarded without being checked.

Is there a “Hell in a Hand Basket?” If there is we are all in one. Why do we make rules, follow recipes and have people in charge when no one seems to remember how. Weights and measures who cares, we should. One day the return lane will be full of broken promises and the complaint line even longer because someone forgot to hire someone to listen.

No more crying Wolf, he’s come and gone and eaten up his fill. Where will he show up next? One thing for sure we never know what has happened while we were asleep, it all still amazes me that the world still stands, that we do exist and that life is not an anomaly.

Be brave, stand up for what is right because one day we will find out the world has come to an end and we have missed the bus to freedom. Peace Out.

Tick Tock (again)

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Tick Tock, Tick tock, tick tock and the clock strikes the tone of the hour.

Tick, tock, beware the chiming of the times ahead as they show us this minute where the hour will stop. Alarm bells go off where the time has been set and it’s past due. Someone forgot to set the alarm and we have all slept in. Now what? Tick tock better get on it before it’s too late. What time is it? Is anyone aware of the hour, the minute or the second? Someone must have noticed time has begun to run backwards? History in the making, or remaking which one is it, tick tock, tick tock. Time has slowed down so we can catch up yet I see no one running. We are about to be exposed to all the bells, in all the clocks to ding “done” all at one time.

Someone let the clock stop. The pendulum isn’t moving. My watch looks broken so I can’t even help. Ask someone the time and they won’t know either because we are all living in the past. Ask me yesterday about the tomorrows to come and I can only open the book to read to you about what history did. Repeat it and you can never go wrong. Take the clock and wind it backwards and you will eventually get the right number but not the right day. Been there, done that so why are we setting ourselves up for the clock to stop before it’s meant to chime.

Tick tock, get ready. Tick tock, get set, Tick tock, go. Yes, you were suppose to go, get moving make a new moment for yourself. Not a moment based on the past, but on the present moment when you look down and see the time is right.

Peace Out and Behave. BE a better self and Become the future.

Done….(like dinner)

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Done. What does that mean? Whats done? As in dinner, or as in you, me or the world? When do we know? How do we know? In what context does “done” represent?

I may say I’m done. You may say it too. Is it the me that’s feeling done, as in completion of…? Or is it something more that I know yet just can’t wrap my head around. I do know when I am aware of it yet life is way more complicated than that. Life is not simple and being done is never something that minimal. Done is more than its definition. It’s more that the sequence of events that could point you in that direction. It’s the very stop sign that stands tall and upright, right in front of your face. Sometimes done is invisible. Sometimes it wears clothing it doesn’t represent and sometimes it just is.

Done like dinner and yet we even screw that up. How many times are we done and we never act on it, change the channel or pull dinner out of the oven when we are meant to. We are, creatures of habit. We are over achievers. We can’t seem to get it when the plate is empty and it’s meant to stay empty, not to be filled again with same out stuff. Over and over we go round the Mulberry bush, singing rhymes of yesterday.

Say done, when you mean it. Say done when it’s time to let go. Say done when you can’t seem to get it and the repetition is too much for you to handle. There is no regret in being done. There is no fear in deciding to be done and when you’re done it’s time to stand up, walk away from the table and be done. Sometimes that Mulberry bush needs to be uprooted and replaced with a bed of flowers, something more appreciative and sensed.

Do nothing and everything is done for you is nice to say yet if you don’t ever get off the fence….? “Pete and repeat sat on a fence, Pete fell off, now who was left?” You know the rif and that’s what we do all the time repeat the old, outdated over done dinners we have served ourselves for ages. It’s time for difference.

Peace Out and if your in British Columbia like me Happy Family Day.

Ducks In A Row

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Ducks in a row, see how they go, those ducks in a row.

My ducks seem to be in a row. They march to my beat, beating the pavement waiting for a chance to cross the street. Maybe they want to cut and run, maybe someday they will yet today they seem to want to show me the parade. Waddle, waddle, waddle, left, right, left. Doesn’t take long for those ducks to take up the cause, be right not wrong because wrong is just road kill. Ducks in a row, who came up with that and what is the persuasion, when it comes to understanding choice? When the ducks are in a row you are aligned to a higher intention. Someone “up there” is making their objective known. Go here, do that, be aware. All in free choice we do or we don’t. When we do it may all go as planed and when we don’t “oh well” should of, could of would of, if only I had.”

Swallowing our pride, behaving, compromising could be ducks in a row. Having the right intention, believing in yourself and seeing it as truth, are other insightful ways. Ducks out of alignment means something in not right. “I’m going to do it anyways,” “One less duck doesn’t mean anything,” and those that dare say “who cares.” Ducks won’t stand still long while the mind makes its decision. Decision is movement, it’s taking up the challenge to cross the street because what is on the other side is so worth it.

So ducks in a row, what does it mean? Due diligence, is in order. See the cross walk, the crossing guard and watch for those little suckers because they will cross right in front of you. Sometimes you may be aware and stop in time and those are right decisions and sometime the focus is on somewhere else and then its “the end” for the reason it all began.

Spring is for hatching new ideas. Spring is for new little ducklings, all in a row, following the one in front who follows another. Marching along the Ides of March are soon upon us, be prepared. Stop when you need to, make better decisions based on truth and avoid those dark nights when those ducks may not know any better than to walk out in front of you.

When your ducks become a row, you are a winner.

Peace out and you are all my valentine.