It has been said that “firewood is not the fire”.
Let’s think that through for a moment. Assuming this example is correct, firewood is the “fuel” to fire’s needs. Firewood would still be firewood without the fire and remains so until fire uses it. When fire uses the firewood to fuel itself, it morphs the firewood into ash. The fire actually changes the shape, look and feel of the firewood by destroying its previous existence as simple firewood. Interesting.
Let’s apply that to a second example, “anger is not violence”. Anger is the fuel violence needs. Anger would still be anger without violence, it remains the same until violence uses it. When violence seeks out and uses anger to fuel its violence, as with fire and firewood, violence changes the shape and look of anger by intensifying it to the level of abusive and harmful proportions unlike its previous existence as simple anger. Anger has now become buddies with violence. Violent anger spreads like wildfire – leaving only ashes. Interesting.
And true. As I was recovering from the abuse of my past, I was left with the metaphor of “ashes”. What do I do with these ashes? Study them, move them around, try to make sense of the patterns within the ash?
Eventually I decided to just kick the ash out of my life.
A disconnect has come between, who I am and wanna be.
An endless struggle it seems to be, likened to infinity.
If I choose between the two, will one be fake and one be true?
Or will I simply make ado, cause wannabe’s are never true.
We are all like a snowflake,
so different in many ways.
Celebrate your uniqueness,
share the love in your heart.
Not just at Christmas,
But every day.
As you breathe, live, love, and play.
Happy holidays everyone!!!
Nature ever flows, stands never still. Motion or change is her mode of existence. The poetic eye sees in Man the Brother of the River and in Woman the Sister of the River. Their life is always transition.
Hard blockheads only drive nails all the time; forever . . . fixing.
Heroes do not fix, but rather they flow, bend forward and invent a resource for every moment.
Most of us live a life that is not always made of straight lines taking us from one event to another – from point A to point B. Many of the lines of life are actually created by broken lines – the ones drawn by an unexpected turn, or maybe when we feel we have been on a long, continuous chaotic path. In truth, it wasn’t chaotic at all.
When you step back to see where you’ve been, you will notice the intricate beautiful pattern and vivid colors of a life stitched together from what had felt like nothing more than mismatched scraps of events and broken lines. From afar, you will notice there was an intricate design all along, AND YOU WERE THE DESIGNER.
In life, broken, crooked, and straight lines will repeatedly and randomly occur. What is important is that those lines intersect with other lines. We always have companions along our journey, and whatever we create, we face together, because each of us is an intricate part of a design bigger than an individual whether the lines are straight or broken.
Together as a whole we weave a colorful masterpiece for the universe. Unique onto each of us. Join the party dear reader. Your mind is limitless – the effects unimaginable. Ask the questions and hear the answers.
Enjoy the moment,
There is a powerful tool called “questioning” in the land of opportunity, creativity and innovation. Questioners learn to love that great unknown area of the mind because of all the open space.
Let’s cultivate ignorance (the great unknown) instead of fearing it. If we decide to do that, we will need a tool to help us dig, uncover, plant, tend, and grow right? Well, it’s already in our back pocket – ever since childhood.
Our childish wonder with its endless questions.
After a while, you learn the subtle differences between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and infatuation is not real,
You begin to realize kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises,
With your head held high and eyes wide open, you accept defeats with graceful acceptance instead of anger,
And you learn only you can build the path of your life upon the truth of today because tomorrow’s ground is unknown,
And you may even learn sunshine can burn if you get too much,
So, my friend, plant the garden of your soul with flowers chosen only by you,
Learn from all events and know you are incredibly strong.
Nurture your soul-garden with self-love, practice kindness and always know you are one-of-a-kind, priceless and forever eternal.
A room with a view – An endless spiral staircase.
Limited vision or perpetual experiences.
We all must choose.
Most of us have been taught “the unexpected must be expected” – more than likely at a very young age. A particularly pleasant “lesson form” would be a fairy tale. The word “serendipity” immediately came to mind and for a bit I was swept into the powerful magical impact fairy tales crammed full of amusing adventures seemingly have on each of us. Fairy tales are definitely the imaginative playground of the mind – a form of entertainment that mirrors and teaches many life lessons.
Word Origin and History for “Serendipity” (dictionary.com)
Year: 1754 (but rare before 20c.)
“Coined by Horace Walpole (1717-92) in a letter to Horace Mann (dated Jan. 28); he said he formed it from the Persian fairy tale “The Three Princes of Serendip,” whose heroes “were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of.” The name is from Serendip, an old name for Ceylon(modern Sri Lanka), from Arabic Sarandib, from Sanskrit Simhaladvipa “Dwelling-Place-of-Lions Island.”
I propose that all humanity needs to get lost in fairy tales, fully engage in the serendipity, and earn advanced degrees in Fairydipity.
Just think, we’d look silly, sound silly, feel silly, and do amazing things way beyond the boundaries our “logical” mind would ever let us do. We would have fun. We would heal the soul a bit. We would create happy days, happy moments, happy relationships, happy connections.
You up for it? If you have children in your life, start reading fairy tales with them. Then start reading and creating fairy tales for yourself. Let your imagination run wild.
It will work. Thirty years ago, who would have imagined I could write this and have it whirl around the entire globe within seconds. Gotcha! There’s your proof – magical thinking works.
What do you see when you begin to stare at something and are unknowingly pulled into a realm full of thick stillness and mindlessness? Does it look back at you? Does it scare you? Talk to you? Heal you?
Maybe this happens as you stare into space, or casually glance at the face of a stranger, a loved one, a hated one, or even when you create an elaborate dream that you know may never come true. What do you see?
You can see everything from that nowhere place. All potentials and possibilities.
You see the Riddles of Life as they dance across your vision.
That’s my way of “looking” at life – I take delight in every glimpse, every sigh, every breath. Maybe, just maybe, I’m really staring into the space of me.