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.

Zombies

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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.

Peace out and have a great weekend.

Sticks and Stones…

“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.

The Wheels On The Bus Go Round and Round

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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.