Needed to unplug, so I did. I felt like I was drowning so I pulled the plug, letting the water drain out. I might of over loaded the socket, there were too many plugs trying to vi for the energy. No imput means no output, The information is kinda stuck somewhere in virtual space, I think I just needed the space to think about nothing.
When I thought about it, I decided to look at the wires and they were frayed, starting to splice apart. I knew then to unplug was a wise thing to do, I had no memories worth having memories over. Some days unplugging means going to the box and just turning it off at the source. Complete download, nothing better than darkness and silence. Moods are touchy, you can feel the vibes as you hold the plug up to the receptor, it wants in.
Unplug, unwind, reel in the cords and don’t look back. Don’t let the prongs tell you to go back and plug them back in. They want the electricity to course threw their veins and input gets jobs done. Like blood through the veins power cords send the information offloading it and hopefully more effectively. I will not put my finger directly into the socket, that means overload and lights out. I just needed to unplug, find a little peace and tranquility, practice non communication and silence. I rolled up the cords, put the socket placements in it’s place, didn’t want little fingers getting lit up like Christmas trees. I went outside and decided to run. Run like the wind, replacing thoughts for motivation. Feeling the wind through my hair instead of fingers on a key board. The sun in my face, it felt good being in it instead of having the reflection in the window pane.
I had to have a hard talk with myself, gave good intention to unplug, unwind and fade out once in awhile. Maybe I will offer myself a book or a tablet to write. My fingers didn’t know that was option anymore. Be brave, be courageous. Put down the computer, put away the tablet and unplug. It’s like an instant makeover for the brain.
Peace out and go make some cookies. I’m watching the Dog Show.
Are we living in the new Zombie Land? The land of no good news, bad taste and people who walk around in a daze? The faces of unconsciousness, the walking dead without a mind to act accordingly. Actions do speak louder than words, most of the time all I hear is a mumble. People can see, they can react yet can they justify their actions? Hands held out in justification, wanting of a hand out without an explanation of why they are truly there. Others looking for answers, some on street corners others in high-rise office buildings golden coffee mugs on their desks.
Someone needs to ask the million dollar question. What language does it speak and can we get someone to stand up for our rights as human beings and not zombies. Follow the masses and you will see where they go. They go to shopping malls with empty wallets, they sit in pubs drowning their sorrows over glasses of beer, the conversations mute. Enter a political forum and you will see dressed up zombies with the best layered plans, oblivious to the course of destruction. All talking at once, fake smiles, ingesting high calorie food unaware of the protesters outside. No one, not the ones in high paying jobs, to the homeless on the streets seem to oblige the other. Does anyone see beyond their cause? Zombies of different venues walk around without thinking, hearing or identifying with what needs to be.
Consciousness has gone by the wayside. We can’t have conversations, debates or mediation because we seem to have lost that understanding. What has happened to ideas, discovering, inventing new ways to be alive. Dead Zone Ahead Beware. the signs should read, dead ends because we live in the past. Forward movement should be our cause, old ways don’t work anymore.
Let’s give our heads a shake, shake up the nuts and bolts that connect our brains to the thoughts we think. Let’s walk our walk, talk our truth and find a better way than we have. No more zombies, no more zombie leaders. It’s evening here, they are coming out of their houses, their businesses and their shells. Watch out because one look and your history.
“Sticks and stones will break my bones yet names will never hurt me”. This one is going on my chalk board for tomorrow morning. No explanation, without intention, I want to see who notices it and if they have anything to add. Maybe I will continue to add ” Liar, liar pants on fire” or “monkey see monkey do” None of the above are very appropriate any more and kind of condescending. Yet so are adults, doesn’t matter from what walk of life, who name call, shame or blame others. We tell our children not to bully, in fact we ground them for it, but what gives us the right to do what we do. I’m actually ashamed of the way the improprieties have played out these past few weeks. How am I suppose to explain these actions to small children who can’t understand. Children whom we say each day to be compassionate, to love and be kind.
“You tell me not to swear, yet you do” “You tell me not to hate others for being different but you do” and ” you believe not all people are created equal” what am I suppose to do with that when the one your explaining it to is 5 years old. We were once children, innocent to the ranting and raving of our peers. We listened with both ears when adults talked, argued and tried to convince another of who is the righteous one. We were told to not talk, that” children were seen and not heard” and these same once innocent children are now the most entitled adults with a broken on/off switch when it comes to knowing when to be silent.
Who wants to be the bigger person, swallow their pride and move in a forward direction. No one I know. Being right is the new buzz word even when the lie is outrageous. “Lies cannot live in the light” so why do we think we can. shadows play at making funny images, maybe I will someday understand the meaning of, “What is real and what is truth?” Sometimes I think we are so unconscious we don’t realize the harm we do to others when we call them out, call them names and emotionally abuse someone in full public view. I’m waiting for the day a child says to me, “I did it because our president said I could.” What could that something be, I think it won’t take long to find out.
Mad, no, disappointed yes. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVE. I think those that do feel that way are hiding in caves right now in fear. Next time we say to our neighbour “Peace be with you” in what ever context it may be, believe that we are all equal, and deserving of the truth in whatever form honesty can come.
Peace out, I think I will go make bread and beat the heck out of some dough.
And…. The wheels on the bus go round and round. Over and over we go round the Mulberry bush, looking for what? Trying to accomplish what? Our feed back loop must be getting pretty rusty. When was the last time you oiled yours or did maintenance on it? The tires on the bus are worn down, no tread left to keep us safe, we are running on the rims. Someday soon this bus we are all on is going to hit the curb and go over the edge of the cliff. We can’t control the driver, we have no tires left to ease the ride and what about the people? Does anyone really care bout the passengers?
We get a lot of wear and tear out of our issues, it’s all about repetition, repetition, repetition, I hear someone say, “Let’s just ignore the obvious then we can claim we didn’t know”. Yet we all do, we all know time is up and if we don’t change as a collective Humpty Dumpty is never going to be ok. When have we stopped caring, having no courage, letting bullies run the show. We all have them in our lives, the ones we work with, the ones we send our kids to school with and the ones that run the governing body. Where’s the little guys in all of this? I have stopped trying to understand. I don’t even know what to say to anyone anymore. The persons that come to me saying that they have lost their jobs but “hey the economy is great?” Whose economy is working? Not mine, not my neighbours and not the people who get up every morning hoping for a better day.
Time will tell as it always does, just ask “What time is it MR.Clock” and see who runs the fastest. We are suppose to love, be compassionate and be in love with who we are, where we live and how we connect to the whole. The hole in the damn is now to big, a little pinky is not going to stop the rushing of water as we all drown. I’m not angry, nor am I mad at anyone. Change will come it always does but it would have been nice if change could come without consequence. Challenge is always necessary when growth is meant to happen so I guess I will wait and see.
I will end with my Peace Out, have a good night and let’s all be thankful we still have free will.
So, why did the chicken cross the road? Why do we seem to end up at a cross road in indecision? Maybe life should provide crossing guards with information booths, maps with direction and pamphlets for better choices.
Going back to my first question, why did th chicken cross the road? The first answer isn’t necessarily the best, because the chicken most likely never really makes it. Why couldn’t the chicken relay the information about highways to its future descendants? I’m sure there are better ways to get where they could be going. Besides who left the hen house open?
For us it’s not necessarily about crossing the road but maybe more about cross roads. Life is full of them. Can you remember your first one? How about the first time you were told “NO” or every time you were told to pick another option. Did you run in front of a semi, not bothering to check for oncoming traffic. Cross roads come at appropriate times, times when important understandings are developing around us. Buying the Brooklyn Bridge was a antidote for stupidity, jumping into the lake because another did is one too. Do you follow the first unconscious person you meet or do you wait and not cross into oncoming traffic.
What about crossing half way? This is, standing in the middle, of the road. “Oh wait, What am I doing” and there you stand on the line trying to figure it out. It seems we see a lot of this these days. Mouths tend to open mid sentence or tweets that misrepresent the options of another. My opinion against yours makes for 2 of us standing in the middle of a cross road and more are coming. Like bowling pins we will all get knocked down together. Why do we do it? Is our patience level that low that we have to misjudge how far away the oncoming car is? Mindless we go along like chickens with their heads cut off flapping their wings and going no where.
Cross roads, chickens crossing roads and then we have Chicken Little yelling the sky is falling. Sounds like political mayhem to me. What we need are checks and balances. Ideas and input, mediators and guides to help us traverse the hidden pathways we find ourselves upon. Let’s “Get Along little Doggies” be patient and do not step into the traffic before looking both ways. Check your balance and if your lopsided wait, let your thoughts not guide you but become a true representation of truth and honesty. Mediate the best part of you because stepping out in the middle of the road without it will turn you into nothing more than road kill.
We live in a time of disbelief, in a world of discontent. We are drowning in the rapid running water of emotion and we are lost on the path without a GPS.
Our world seems to be experiencing multiple tragedies and unlawful travesties, like zombies we walk with our hands held outward in gratification. Have we done anything to deserve the many things we desire? Have we truly opened our hearts to the disadvantaged, even with a smile? Nothing is easy, nothing is rewarded without hard work, nothing is truth with out the lie.
Three are many things we can do to justify the unjust yet to do so in the way we have done so is not really working. To judge is to be judged in a different way. When we blame, someone always blames us back and to shame, shame on you. We need to begin to believe in ourselves once again. We should all be wearing noise cancelling earphones, not for listening but to keep out the nonsensical chatter. Theres nowhere to turn, no one to turn to for advice anymore. We have stopped believing in everyone and even in ourselves, we’ve got to call all the bets off and get ourselves back in the groove.
My 10 Commandments:
1) Build a foundation that is strong, Use the strength of commitment to reinforce it. 2) The materials should be solid and true, when your wanting stability you can’t cheat on life. 3) make sure each truth is like a nail that in beds itself in a compassionate relationship to who you see yourself as. 4) Ask for help along the way, let others teach you what they know and thank them accordingly. 5) You will need lots of windows, when in doubt the soul can always be seen and sensed with the light of giving. Create doors that are solid, doors that can keep out the lies that sometimes gets embedded in the woodwork if your not experienced. 6) Feed the soul and the personality so you can grow into a person with empathy and patience. 7) When things get annoying take a deep breath and wait out the storms, instantaneous is not going to get you anywhere. 8) Create an atmosphere of kindness and build a table set for many, it’s time to bring back family. 9) The roof should be constructed out of material that is made for sliding the “stuff” off your back. Don’t hold onto anything, it never gets you anywhere other than a over burdened mind. 10) No one else can do it but you. Never use control, anger, expectation or entitlement, build a mind that is strong and useful. Lies can’t live in a house that’s built in truth.
Oh and number11: Be Happy every moment of every day. Know that even though we have no idea why things happen the way they do, there is a reason and if you can understand this life will take you to the most amazing places.
Winter brings calm, winter can bring clarity to ones emotions and winter can be a reset for nature. Winter is beautiful, it is cold and it is frozen. Winter is for ice skates, hot chocolate and snow… until it’s not. Winter can also make you feel restless, it can confine you in small spaces and it can be a burden on your emotional setting.
Winter Madness, it comes on slowly, quietly and with resilience. It moves in like a fox beneath mounds of snow then like an avalanche it suffocates you underneath its weight. Months of solitude in which meditation can’t heal, slow in motion it takes forever to resolve. Your thoughts start to circle like a feed back loop in which the information goes no where and there you sit. Heat turned up, blankets on the couches, fires blazing and no where to go. House bound by city streets filled with ice and drivers who should have stayed home. Screaming children who too have had enough of snow days in which there is nothing to do and the soul of the sole person as she heads to drown her misery in a hot bath.
Madness into cabin fever. The wait for Spring has begun in it’s own solitude. Our eyes look to the skies for blue instead of grey, our voices beat upon the volume of echos for the weather to “Hurry Up” and get warm. We are tired of heavy coats and heavy hearts, Doubled socks and hand warmers. Bring on the rain, the wind and the glaze heralding the coming of Salvation. Small little green entities begin to pop their heads out of the ground and as we notice our mouths pick up in a smile. We tell Mother Nature to send in the needed warmth of a Spring Day and not the old chilling cold of yesterday.
Winter, madness, common colds, missing work and school due to fever and flu and then when all you want is a good movie to heal you, you get the news. Never ending dumps of drama and procrastination. A he said she said dopey dump of manure. So when in doubt turn on the oven and bake, bake bake. No reason to worry about calories when you wear 3 layers of clothing.
I will give in but I will never give up. I will let the madness move through me like a bad headache and move out when Spring comes. I can see it, I can feel it and I can endure. The Ides of March will soon be upon us and then…. we will complain about the heat, hot temperatures and no rain. Madness is our own mentality when we all know Mother Nature knows her job and we should just find something to be happy about as the seasons roll along.
Ah yes from the mouths of children we learn. From the mouths of children we address the concerns of the innocent. From the mouths of children we earn the truth of our ways.
Children see more than we do, they seem to have that “spidey” sense when it comes to a better reality than the adults do. What happens when we grow “up”?
From the mouths of children we hear a singing than softly effects our affectedness as grown”up”s. What’s up in their world is very different than “what’s up” in ours. Our venue is win or loose. Our conversations is better than. When a child climbs a mountain it’s for the present of being present, for us its who’s top dog. When will we learn that learning comes from being and not doing.
Through the mouths of children we get meaning and worth, not the caring indulgence of a larger than life attitude. Play money is for the game of monopoly and children cannot be bothered with the monopolizing of companies or countries. Children talk through laughter and conversation, they believe in equality in life and living. Can you remember a time when we just did and not done for entitlement?
Today I watched through the eyes of adult men being bullies. Men without consciousness trying to pull the wool over, the eyes of the nation. Men and women whose job it is to have a conscious, to be of equal value and all I saw was “lier lier pants on fire.” From the mouth of children I heard that’s boring please change the channel. When I tried to explain to them what was going on they were quiet for moment and then questioned why they can’t get along. They told me that if they, being the men, were in their school they’d have to do more homework or go clean up paper on the playground. They wouldn’t be allowed to have play time and the last words were “that’s not very nice.” When children talk we should listen. When they speak we could stop our own bickering and take a pause. Maybe we would be enlightened. Maybe through the minds of children we could hear the answer.
“Telling the truth is the only way.”
Peace out and don’t forget to tell someone you love them.
There is a story for all of us. A story that holds us all in attention to the story teller. The story of us, is in all of us, it’s held in the heart. The heart is all that matters, matters to me and to you, thoughts held deep within the beating heart that pumps out the blood, the core of who we are.
What is our story? Our story is the story of you, the story of me and the stories of the human race. Our story’s could be based solely on history, sometimes never making it past the years gone by. Never letting go of the future yet told. Another’s story could be in the making, always in a future sense when nothing really happens in reality, but only in ones mind. There could also be stories that unfold in the moment they appear on the scene. These are present stories, chapters created as they happen without a past or a future unfolded in the making of it. Theses are the stories of faith, these are the parables of believing in the you now, not yesterday or tomorrow. Our greatest gifts happen when our stories become real and not a reality, based on dead ends or pieces of information that could be lies. Sometimes untruths weave their way into our minds encyclopedia telling us that what we think is true, yet is it? Only you can tell anyone that. Only you can decide to erase those no longer valid stories that once were real yet no longer are.
We have changed, as a race, as a community, as people. You have changed. You do each morning you open your eyes and face another day. This is the only true story we need to carry. Reborn in every moment into a new person and a new set of circumstances that mold you into a new you. Positivity. empathy, compassion and love even for the ones we cannot identify with are all we need to carry around with us. Not the stories of old outdated history that really isn’t useful. Its time we learn a new set of words, new dictionaries and new truths. It’s now that is and not the yesterdays we all hold onto. Maybe if we paid more attention to each present moment we would see the gift that stands before us. The gift of moving forward into a better human race based on the creed of embracing each other and lifting the stories higher. We all can’t be the same, carry with us the same stories yet how awesome wold it be if our story changed all the time instead of it being the same.
What is your story? Your story is my story is their story all engaging in the present when all things happen. Let’s rewrite it together. Peace out my friends and let’s do this. Let’s stop the madness that has taken hold of us and laugh in the face of all this bologna that we seem to be listening to.
Habits are like library books with late fees attached. Habits are limited ideas that have no recall, habits are pieces of puzzles that belong to a different picture. Habits are ideas that no longer have a place in our lives. Habits can be kind, or kinda idealistic. Habits can be fun if you put a time limit on them. Habits are just habitual representations of thoughts and actions that no longer deliver the goods.
Habitual, habits leave us always longing for the rush of the first time. habits keep us guessing, hoping for the return of the best thing ever to have. Habits are the small parts of us, the longing for the bigger picture that never transcends the obvious. So why are we habitual?
If only, why did I start, I will be better tomorrow. All phrases of the many and not the few. Habits never come in with a banner telling us the truth. Habits are based in lots of little white lies. innuendos, that made us feel better for a moment. Habits hook us like fish on a line, and sometimes we don’t even like what we have caught. Now what do you do with it? Throw it back, can’t do that. Beat it over the head with a hammer, can’t do that either. Unhook the catch and just figure it out. It takes guts to leave a habit hanging. Takes initiative to be truthful and recognize the facts. Takes a bigger person to say I lied about it. Habits can be visual, they can be audible and they can be, of the soul. No habit is a good habit, it’s just a enactment of a story not you.
Habits are always habits even when they are in costume. Habits are changeable. Habits are reversible, habits can be transcended into something more. Like love, compassion and dignity.
Be not the habit, be not the false truth, be better than that. The best way to do this is always ask yourself before “doing” is this real and is this true? If not it’s a habit that you longer need. Be it about politics, be it the way you address people, be it the way you find winning over losing the best way out.
Habits are really just pieces of clothing for specific career choices that’s all. It was never meant to be baggage. Think about it