Make Me Laugh

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Make me laugh. Life is to serious right now. I need a bit of comic relief I would say, a roll around on the ground, a tickle in my tickle spot.

Laughter is so important, be insane and roll around on the ground. Inappropriate giggles, give it to me is quadruple. Wheres the remote, maybe there’s something on tv that’s going to give me the gut laughter that I need. A little Letterkenny, or Tosh. A little edginess, a little off colour fun that can disrupt my day, so later when I think about it someone sees me smile. Uncover the covers, feel the freedom of comedic completeness, a place where the heart sings a song before the news interrupts the imagination.

I want to laugh out loud in a public place because someone told me a bad joke. Tell the same joke at a business meeting because whoever talking is so damn boring. Maybe even play an innocent prank on the child in my house that always gets the first laugh. All in good fun, lets have some fun again in our lives. When was the last time you can honestly say you let your hair down, took off the underwear, and danced around with just a smile on.

Life has become awkward, disassembled and raw. We don’t know how to enjoy ourselves because maybe we are not politically correct. I really don’t care. If you’re around I want us to laugh, whisper stuff and make the whole room become aware of the silliness and how good it makes us feel.

Get up, get down with your silly self. Be childlike and believe that magic still exists on this planet of many humans all looking for a little laughter to fill them up for a change.

Thank You

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Thank you. Thank you for your service. We soon forget after 12 o clock comes along and the parade is done that these men keep going. Their day doesn’t stop because we stop thinking about them, they move forward with the thought of no one left behind.

So I ask you this simple question, why do we? Why do we forget? Why do we get so caught up in our own worlds and those that do for us are not recognized or remembered? Our worlds may feel like war, they may on days feel like rejection or compliance yet what about those that have chosen to put their lives on the line every day for the simple reason of freedom.

When we don’t like our partner any more we leave, for some of us it’s time for the children to move on, yet there is no forgetting them, and even when someone close dies we grieve.

Can you let go of your dramas, judgements and personal issues for 2 minutes and with the silence thank them for their service. Thank the mail man, thank the teacher that teaches every day, thank the volunteers that come to help out when needed. Thank the nurses and doctors that give up the financial success and go to the poorest communities to give service to those in need.

Now stand up and be thankful for those that do serve this country, for this is their day. Thank them, those strangers that made the military their passion even if you don’t agree. See them as human beings with family, brothers and sons that chose to leave their families behind to serve you. Be grateful for the country you live in because even in times of turmoil here there are soldiers somewhere else with less than you. Attend a parade, even if it’s the first time, it’s awesome and you will feel compassion I believe you will. The stories for the most part are happy and funny, and the ones tha are not will open your heart.

I went today. I went in respect of my partner who served for 20 years, my friend who is 75, served for 32 years and a friend who is a civilian and it was his first time. We watched the parade and I brought the Kleenex which was passed around. We listened to those who told their stories and I smiled at the families who brought their young children to find out what our country is all about. Our veterans are getting older and the new soldiers are now replacing them with new stories. Let’s make sure the older stories are never forgotten.

Lest we forget.

Somber Days

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Somber days, mean somber ways. Somber ways usually get you a somber message.

Yes baby it’s cold outside and raining. The best weather for pouring out your heart, seeing the drops move down the window pane, hoping for sunshine, something to make the pain go away. Why do you think you are treated like this, you may say to yourself? Why do you always feel the pressure of the clouds as they droop down lower than the tops of the trees. The low pressure brings on the headaches and other peoples emotional garbage. You seem to be the dumping grounds, the truck you can hear beeping its backup sound ready to deliver with every crack of thunder. Lighting is about to be expressed you may add finishing your thought with, “and it was such a nice day a bit ago.”

The door rumbles through the sounds of wind hitting it and aren’t you lucky it’s not in your face. One day that old door will just give way to the constant pounding and fall down forever. You have wanted to replace it years back yet you’ve never gotten around to it, why? There seems to be a lot of things in need of repair or even replacement, “someday” you say, “Someday.”

Some days never come, just like on somber days the sun never shines. It too hides behind closed doors wishing the weather would get better yet it never does. Tomorrow it will come out the blue skies will be remembered until the next somber day.

I think I will treat myself to some hot tea and a cold shower. Make sure I know exactly which reality I’m in, until the day comes when I put the laundry out to dry. Its sitting in a basket wet and fresh out of the washer. All I now need to do is sort it all out and put it where it belongs. Some in the dryer for quick results and the rest on hangers so I can see the truth amidst the wrinkles.

It’s a somber day, sober to the reality that sometimes laundry can’t be cleaned up, sorted out and placed in drawers until next time the inclement weather comes around. It will be different one day because the sombreness of the day will have to face it alone. I will be somewhere where the sun does shine, the birds do sing and I won’t miss the rainmaker.

Plugged In With Me

Anywhere any time come plug in with me. I’m an open receptacle, a place you can plug in and receive. I can’t guarantee the advice I give is for you to automatically get yet it’s there for you anytime you need refreshing.

What do you want to know? How do you want to feel? IS it objective or subjective, maybe I should read your tarot cards. Somedays you can find me sitting high in a tree overlooking the harbour. On other days I will be sitting at my makeshift desk cranking out information for my new platform. Then there are the days I ride my bike indoors because of inclement weather. On those days I seem to lose my mind and keep a recorder next to me for the new book I want to write or some kind of self help for myself.

Do I have normal days? Of course I do some with too much time on my hands. I want to be timeless, in the present moment, have days that never end and nights of full on sleep. I especially love the days when I’m “ON” in accordance with my intuition. Which is really the days when reality is awesome. It’s like being the pointy end of the stick and you get it all first hand. What is “on” for me, it’s nothing more than following my instincts and being right place right timing. It was that way for me today when I walked into a framing shop that was having a “going into retirement” sale. I bought a few limited signed prints and felt I should run out the door before they realized they charged too little. I had a great conversation with an older man who could have fooled me with his wise”ness” about life. Native to the area, he had a story to tell, “do you have time to sit and listen?” I wanted too and maybe next time I will. He did tell me he has eagle medicine in him and I do believe as I was told I have crow.

The best part was when I returned home and supper was ready after a long day of being a tourist in my own town. It is a chilly fall day and a big bowl of spaghetti Al’s style was welcomed. Now here I am telling you all about it in my own creative way.

It’s almost veterans day I hope you all have your poppies.

So back to being plugged in, I always am. I love being able to share whenever you come around. Share with me back by sending me a comment or idea and we can plug in together and yes I do read tarot, yet I do it my way.

Peace out people and thank a soldier. I thank mine every day.

Move

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Move, move it, move on, up or along. Move your body, move in motivation. Movement to improve ones perspective or just old moving.

When we move in anticipation of the music, we dance. If there’s something to fear we move away from the fear and sometimes we run. Hunger has us moving toward the kitchen to receive a well deserved delight whether you cooked or not. ” Get the popcorn, Ive got the drinks’, has us moving in front of the TV because we are about to watch a movie. All kinds of moving in any direction you choose. It’s all in a days work this movement thing, we do it all the time.

What happens though when we realize we need to move away from something? You’re neighbourhood, now that you’re off to University. Maybe you find yourself downsizing or moving because you need a bigger house? You loved that house, the people next door yet now it’s time to move on. We then leave a piece of us behind until the “new Place” fills us up again. Then there’s death, that is the ultimate movement, moving above and beyond the human self. This one isn’t hard if you are the one that died but if your left behind it can be super hard to move on.

One we haven’t talked abut yet is when our own personal space, box or attitude becomes to small and we need to get out. Moving away from the emotions that tie us up, inside the box, and won’t allow us to move. Moving out of our heads is hard. To have to put aside our goals, plans and aspirations, ones we have carried around with us forever takes a lot of courage. Can we believe, we can leave the box, actually break it down and recycle it? This way one never returns and is movement in a valuable way. It takes work, authenticity and strength to divulge sensitive information to yourself and make you not just believe yet understand it. Movement is a dance of the mind, moving in a better direction is fearless and Move Out becomes your favourite new movie.

Live your life without boxes, be simple and minimal as you plan your life, change your attitude and find compromise when the box gets small.

Peace out as you move on, move up and move along with the tide.

Purpose

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What’s the reason for purpose? Can I really say I’m in purpose? Are you in purpose? Is the world in purpose?

Ok then now what? What are we to do with this information? I’m supposing you said something about the purpose part and gave me information. To be in purpose how does that come about? Is it purposeful for me to tell you that even though I was a misunderstood child, I should smile because it was in purpose? What about someone else whose been a victim of someone else or of circumstance? Is evil purposeful? Pretty powerful stuff I would say.

So say we are, all in purpose. It doesn’t matter what that purpose is, yet it needs to be fulfilled? Do we have free will to change it, move it forward or backward in time, release it so it never comes about? That in itself is purpose proposed. I think I’d try to experiment with this, maybe we all should. For one day, 12 hours, we should all try to figure out what our purpose could be. Don’t be shy, be powerful in your attempt to figure out why you are here and even who put you here.

Could we be predestined to a purpose? Maybe predisposed too acting and reacting to certain situations, is that purpose? What if free will doesn’t exist because we are just puppets on strings. Who are the puppeteers and can we get away? Far out man, so far out it is in my face. Tomorrow for those 12 hours I will try to act out purpose, see the experiences that happen to me, for me and through me and try to figure out the bigger picture. Can I learn something more about me or even about someone else? That person that always grates me the wrong way, the employee that’s always acting out of context or even my partner when I don’t understand him. Are these people all in purpose. Do they feel the same as me?

What can I learn from this, even in those moments of darkness when I see everything falling apart, is they’re truth here. Can someone really be in purpose and be negative and (for lack of a better word) evil? One thing I do know that if we are all in purpose why wouldn’t we try to be the best “in purpose” person we could be? What If that purpose is only to awake each morning face the mirror and smile. Then take that smile into our day even if it’s crappy, a smile can go a long ways into melting a ton of ice.

I want to believe I have a purpose and I also want to believe that I can change those experiences that bring me a purpose that I don’t understand. To gain the knowledge to help those that do not know their purpose to find it and believe there is still good in this world of ours, even in our darkest days.

Love, loves through us and then like tendrils attaches onto another creating a purpose that is in contact with both. Honour yourself, truth is the most powerful tool we all possess and that in itself is Purpose.

What Are Your Fail/Safes?

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What are fail/safes? How many do you have? I have a lot, too many to reveal. I have some for days when I want to procrastinate, others when winning becomes too hard and more when I realize failing is easier than overcoming adversity.

My pockets some days are so full there is no need to pick them to find which one to use. I think they are all general to every topic I can think about. The times when I have to stand up and move mountains, I have a shovel to dig myself in deeper. When I have a decision to make concerning my future, say a change of career, I can pull a card that says why, it’s safer to stay put. What about simple things like hobbies? Those are my acceptance and rejection cards. All I have to do is think I may want to try something new and I reach into my pocket pull out the stories of how I will look silly, be incompetent or not be good at it and the card has done its job. You’ll find me on the couch with a bag of chips and a sad movie. Who gets me, I am the only one that can.

If you belong, most of the time we don’t, we are accepted and rejection is just a foreign word. If you try, fail/safe can’t play because no matter the outcome we have faced our fears. The last but not the least is to listen to your guts. It’s your best defence against fail/safe. Butterflies and upset tummies are a good indiction too query. Asking yourself why be defensive when offence is the ones to score the goals. To see enemies before you, these are usually the stories we all ourselves, are illusions, unless they are real, and then the story would have a different outcome. Always remember you employ your own defence and those are the truths that stand behind you preparing you to spring forward into whatever your heart desires. To tell ourselves no we can’t is the story and the only truth lies in the honesty that you did try and it worked out the way it did. Now you can move on into another adventure and try again. Choose something, try everything and challenge its outcome. In the end you will have changed into a more represented persona on who you really are.

No more fail/safe just push the button.