Years...our landmarks..loom and zoom

It is that mental lifeline, literally, that we each sketch. From the moment of the present...s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g forward...with the grace of God...our lifeline inches along from calendar year to calendar year.

Of course, one can pinpoint the year when our decades mount to ten, equalling the century mark.
We debate: will be achieve that notch?

And in the staggering from one year to the next, we push to the back each completed year...in a knowing achievement...that our tombstone will NOT bear that year.

Oh, the wily ways of the mind!

In this rehearsal, a luxury, in deed, we plot and plan and hypothesize: I will be achieving this by this year and traveling there by this year and so forth.

How is that proceeding?

Noticing that those year landmarks-

•  have come
•  been consumed
•  have gone

...into being but a date in the past...where is the number upon which we will take a final seat?

While in this gift: that present, I suggest, if you have an opportunity...give some guidance to the youth.

Lead them into the love of physical activity that may offer the JOY of motion and movement for their lifetime. If you or someone you know is teaching youngsters, tell them to visit the KidSKILLS Movement and Sports Training site. With eBooks for Nooks, Kindles, and iPads, the 6 Manuals will bring a series of simple tasks to the attention of children.

In trying these task the youngsters will gain that precious, "I Can Do That!" confidence.

The Soul's Guest

Inherently, each soul, within it's boundries, has a void.
This space yearns for the splashing of life's elixir.
in a primitive shielding, our heart hosts our soul.

Exploratively, youth's innocent actions hydrates this acreage.
Our early years' hours allow both the ferreting of acrid venom into veins and the balm of  JOY's bath.

Though some souls chase in life's race;
Others aim and seek.
Our feet learn frred flight;
Our minds mull and become tempered.
Our souls are both salved and sullied.

Then, in the living, stagnation's opposite, we are defined.
The process crystallizes into eternal possession of  JOY's mate ~ LOVE.

Whether brief in span or bonused in length of stay,
The soul's matedness with LOVE, spawned in the interior chambers of the heart,
never any new experiences, eclipse.

In LOVE allted, the soul's fulfillment is found.
Faith blurs mystery and thoughts light destiny's path.

            Existence's singularity,
                      Altered by such partnering with LOVE,
                               melds and merges.
            Yet LOVE is a Guest in the soul's inherent solitude.

Friends and their fears and foibles

...the handful of friends one harbors, though defined by a number, is a large entity in one's heart.
Lightly described, some people cite their friends with a wave of the hand...gesturing at this physique or that soul, but friending: in the longest reference of friendship's historical lineage: friends are found as treasures and find themselves citizens of our hearts.
Only after a passage of time, does one really count the residents in their friend holding tank.
The ease check-marking of a 'like' on the new digital tool of Facebook does not embed a friend into those heart caves.
Friendship grows with the multiplicity of: deeds, emotions, sheer mutual sharings. These elements define friends.
The amazing subtleties of sensitive knowings, memorized facts or endearing offerings of food, fine items or creative gifts: all prove the rarity of a FRIEND!

IS there a thwarting factor? Peer through....

When the flow is frozen or the smooth productivity blocked, what reverses that state?
Reach for a diversion?
Shoulder through with intensity?
Invent a novel bend of thought?
All and any!
Would the spark and spur impinge!

The transparency of a window-like bubble might be just the perfect spot for observations that will meld ideas and thoughts and creativity into the fuel for FLOW.
Try following mind training to maximize your potentials.

Through the Ether

When separated, be it whatever distance, one carries
A measuring device...unmarked in fathoms or farthings
Yet, with flawless precision, a tool to determine
The non local connectivity.

This determination occurs in that subconscious sphere
Of operation and there the transactions are in multiplicities
of milliseconds and done where the inner soul knows more than the mind.

Given that this afar being is sensed and thus known,
Alas, one must still bear the burden of the conscious mind's activity,
Combing and plaiting and adding unneeded layers of complexity.

Attentiveness, from the soul knows that the target’s magnet exists
Even in it’s non locality, that focus is waiver less.

Astride that place, one yearns and ruminates,
Steering through a generated reservoir of relevancy and debris,
Equally scattered, afloat in the sea of self’s ocean.

The thoughts and dreams and unexpressed aspirations
That mix with the myriad of fears and doubts and more.

When, the human, whose being buoys the receptor’s swirling,
When that one human extends an expressive stream of energy,
Through some ether, towards the honing human’s monitoring,
In a mutuality, substance is gathered,
And that gain is indelible.

Winter Light

Light:   weighing in on some invisible scale in space
Brings a balance; buoy the soul; aerates body.

Were those attributes permanent,
Wouldn't we waltz?

In the surround of an aura,
Whether from another human
Or ground from our grist of ideas,
Were we one-to-one...
In that light, one would feel lightened.

Compassion and Empathy Paired as Pockets

I thought about your word: compassion and when I read it ...my thoughts sought out the word empathy to join yours.

In further thought, I felt the two words are quite paired, nearly equivalents, and holding them simultaneously brought this image:  it is a female one and I will hypothesize a male one....BUT in our little pinafores of yore [childhood dresses with bibbed aprons] on would tuck a treasure in one pocket and them perhaps in the other on the pinafore's front.

So would compassion go into one and empathy slipped into the other.  Yes/ to be drawn upon and distributed as one might choose.

So for a male's version of this image...I would suggest that a pair of trousers with really deep and well-tailored pockets would be the receptacles for these words:   and in larger scope~ the emotions of compassion and empathy.

Sadly, so many pockets of our contemporaries are vacant....even more rare, I supposition, will be pockets of the Gen"X"ers, and generations scaling downward even less...as the embedding of feelings and emotions requires mental processing....mulling and absorption......activities that are even more rare!

Getting Clarity ~ Encompasses Decades

Understandings that come in a flash are really years in the construction!

When one experiences that clarity of knowing and understanding a situation or visually seeing the very core of the action, one thinks...h-u-m-m I knew that forever!

But it is the subtle and steady accumulation of details, by unedited observations that have been build a matrix of information upon which the brain draws in it's process of enlightenment.

Whether the flash knowings are life-altering or deeply confirming as one's world vision penetrates the previously obscuring layers of living, when one gets it....our being is better.

The enriched view of our lives is NOT always blissful but even painful facts give reality the power of TRUTH.

When shadowy scrims or distorting perceptions are altered by truth, one experiences growth and the clarifying moments....also bring the worth knowledge that life's winding pathways are constantly etching their routes upon the earth's surfaces.

Our life is marked upon this sphere called earth and our human experience matters. It is our cdaily challenge to insert our unique energies into acts of kindness and cause goodness to infuse potentials for positive change.

Breezy

The absolute cleansing ability of the approaching spring days rests in the velocity of the winds.

Part of the rushing sounds and swaying trees mesmerizing attraction is the unstoppable power of the wind.

It is easy to detect the freshness in the air and the sweeping brush of the breezes. The body automatically deepens its breathe as one moves with will against the winds.

Just as the landscape is freed of debris and remaining leaves, let you own mind and soul accept the cleansing swoosh of the forceful gusts.

The time tested cycles of the seasons and the organized world calendars are but proof of the human response to the cycles of nature. All living creatures can toss their heads, manes and open their necks to the refreshing flushing of the stagnate soul by the breezes.

Open for Transformation

It is the easy view that in your locale
You stand [or sit] alone.
Yes, in that remoteness
There is smugness and that is a cloak that wraps well,
especially when one’s bones chill from trauma or emotional savagery
From the world; from one’s lover; from family’s snare.

So snugly one rests or hides or resides,
[name any definition of your state of existence]
And there one squats,
Weighing choices,
Brewing plans,
Contemplating, not only the navel,
But the skeleton and sinews of being.

Then or better observed, when
Some penetrating occurrence
Punctures one’s stance or setting,
One must react.

Ah, the opportunity to become:
More
Bigger
Enriched
Diminished
Intoxicated
Encouraged
Transformed

Make certain that such knocks
Are knockings on the mind’s door
That bring both transformation’s energy
And OPEN the gate to one’s positive evolution.

The sensing and awareness we each must muster to evolve must be ceaseless in their application. do not go into a stupor.

The Contracted View

One must realize as they progress in the process of increasing awareness, that the ease of consciousness within the contracted diameters of proximity are enticing enough to destroy the desire to expand one's paradigm.
Oh, that the desire to encompass the world in your every consideration! How it inspires high thoughts and platitudes!
It is the human frailty though that allows the shortened and provincial vision to be our reality.
Can we strive to be broadened through a disciplined series of decision-making?
Can we scan the shower of media: the informing visuals as well our individual personal saturation in details. Whether the details are build on truth or colorized by motives, that discrimination has increasingly become a daily task.
Seemingly, straightforwardness and honesty are are rare and precious as the regal jewels or clamored-for metals.
So one must seek wisdoms to use as a compass to navigate the world as she stands.
It is not a new task but a new paradigm.
To be expansive and see the widest horizons: that must be the candlelight for one's walk!

Suspended Or Rendered?

It is the mirest thought, that now can be converted through electronic and mechanical interfaces, into ACTION!

Just as we all, eventually realize, that thoughts are to absolute potentiality of our being.

Old Descartes, though he often regrets the open expression of thinking equating to being, did have the bull by the horns.

So each of us, in the times when we stub our progress by claiming a toe bump, should concentrate our thoughts into those NOW clearly demonstrated tools of ACTION.

Bring your insides to the outside world. Cause creation by the induction of your ideas into real entities.

Act. BE. Bring release and relief to many, including yourself. Expressing those ideas, which we realize come from THAT SOURCE of power to be converted into a force for change!

seeing and being...

The observational skills we, sighted souls, hold must be employed ceaselessly. Why walk or cycle or sit without inhaling the slightest nuance of nature?

It is the luxury of the senses that we, those with those abilities, so often allow to rest in a slumped aggregate of cells. I urge siphoning in for the purpose of inspiration and creative spurring...a frequently as one can.

A certain percentage of the slurry LIFE provides falls through the proverbial cracks but make sure that the knowledge that coats your senses brings the richness to your being you deserve to taste. Allow it to be savored and incorporate it into you being...

The careful selection of those elements of good thinking, fine viewing and rich words it is of those materials we must construct ourselves. And thereafter, distribute the wealth gained to those that we touch by formal or casual association.

Open to receive! Give openly! The route brings one to living. Life is to be LIVED!

No Pivots Just Rotations

When one finds the whirling of living, gets good actions turning into distractions; take a rest.
Allowing the simple sensing of the moment, to be added to the array of observations and experiences that fill the moment one has, why filter the experience?

Let the skills and intuitions one has developed by your keenest guide and deepest read of gut.
Incomplete scanning of all one's knowledge bases can but set reality to an oblique angle.

Be in the thickest, densest and most lively phase of the day/night! It will shower you with the
positiveness that sparks energy! POW! You move forward on the mission of living.

Options Are Openings

The people walk or wander,
Their intent or lack steering the compass.

Nature grows or decays,
no choices.

Spirits, though, find expression
In ways one commands, often
Allowing, otherwise, shaping.

Options Are Openings;
Take some.

Afloat - but reaching and Looking

In self-examination, one may ask: Are we are both submerged into a pool with no edges...upon which to rest?

It seems, my dear one, one should look for a log to grasp or a branch stretched from the a rooted base that is just centimeters from your finger's grip. It will lift you.

Is that not clear? Of course not! Life is murky and in one's process of sieving through an excruciatingly whirling of whorls. What strikes our hands or minds?

One connects or contacts the IT. But again, it is in the act and in the process of the constant cementing and the deconstruction of one's self that LIFE is build. Flux.

Ah, yes! My premise, in initiating this recording effort (done but over time) and as my living allows and as my LIFE exists, is to express the sequence of creation from thought waves to shaped ideas to actions to construction of the tiniest energy burst within me. And so for you...

SO to lean onward, with the gathered tenets tucked under your arm, seeking the accomplishments of the professional elements in life. For me, I seek the publication and distribution of media: printed, e-books, visuals and audio materials to those people hungry for affirming word, guiding cues and structured routes for incorporation in their heart-founded mission: to be a parent linked not singularly by lineage but bonded by shared moments.

The moments that we experience with another [our family, strangers, casual commonly formed friends]....those details of living are the delights! Be on the watch! Savor! See!

Look not afar but here! When two or more of us are gathered together, what is present? You can easily answer that!

Now They Peer Upwards

Without the gentle removal of the matted and moist leaves, the stretching stems of the daffodil would have remained unexposed to air, sun, wind and eye.
By lifting the leaves and allow the natural forces to direct the emerging plant growth, y participation in the unfolding of the spring season...amplifies the gift of renewal and new growth.

Nature is the powerful tool of our Maker. It gives and teaches and enhances every hour.

Thanks be to our Maker!

Pressed into the soil...

In my attempt to be aware of the NOW as it presses around me, I seek to really make observations that trigger my intent to sense the NOW as completely as I can.

Today, while walking towards my home, treading atop the soggy yet crusty soil, I saw indentations. There was no doubt that the scattered depressions that I saw were made by the hooves of deer.

This idea is conceivable as I reside on a property that abuts a creek. Throughout the year, deer will visit, linger, nibble and even give birth as I observed last summer.

But, for today's observation I saw the hoofprints of deer, rhythmically stretching across the yard. There was a absolute grounding of my mind and embracing of the joy I felt at that moment...viewing the paw prints.

Thanking God for the view, for the land, for the glimpse of nature that absolutely imprints itself upon and within me. The NOW riveted to the beauty of the earth's soil gives me gratitude for this day.

Tucked in the FLOW and yet..

It is with rapt interest, at the moments I can allow, that I think of both the technology of blogs and the motivations to blog.

History, the written remains of human record, prove the desire to both create and leave legacy in words. That leaning does not exclude me.

The luxury and ability to cast those creative FLOWS into the earthy realm of the internet is amazing. Personally, I am still at the phase of appreciating that zast skill and adjusting my former habits of recording in a hard copy journal or album my observations and inspirations.

But the thresholds between my conceived words and those who may or might read and receive my written thoughts [or video records-inserted within blogs], are still significant and a mediator of my actions.

My intellectual [cognitive or contemplative] life: is there need to cast it into the world's vibrational field? Should it not stir me first and then, with a sense of editorial weighing, be sent forward for larger consumptions?

Let me stand as for human communication and sharing and revealing. Perhaps for some humans that focusing breeds self-discovery. But, need one's valued details [our individual life's minutia, be set before the ALL the internet's unity represents.

In reminding myself, that I may chose to read, scan, or view or NOT. That act is mine and so, upon this reviewing process today, I will simply allow everyone's FLOW, tucking mine in amongst the global torrent.

Now at the creekside, deers roam.

Softly Unfolding...

My viewing life's unfolding, with the ongoing convolutions of sad and bad and great and superlative in the year numbered 2008. My anticipation and monitoring this Olympic Year had begun years ago. Global gatherings for sport and cultural exchanges are exquisite and engaging for me.
In visiting China in 2006 my observations filled me with imagery and patterns of behavior in that country and the trip shapes my current study of the pace and progress of the Games, that country, the larger world as I am experiencing my ration.
The diminished span of time that many delightful tasks or necessary toils receive as the compression of free time erodes the segment of our lives during which we can mull facts; rethink conversations; and design our dreams!
One can but attempt to manage the hours flow and divert a desired chunk of minutes to a task or person or focus or simple musing!
Urging your care in allowing the soft unfolding of your life.