Saturday, November 19
Tuesday, October 18
Am i in or am i out?
Have you ever asked yourself a questions like this in your life, your job, your marriage or just getting up in the morning?
Figuring life out can be a daunting task and knowing who we truly are can be tricky.
I find it amazing how much we can trick ourselves into thinking and believing things about the world and ourselves within it without looking for clarity just a bit.
One of my core beliefs I hold dear to my heart is how much we all want to be kids again...well at least for some of us adults. But I also say that we are still kids and always will be. Some psychologist have examined that most people never grow up past the age of 5 emotionally which can in some cases be the cause for immense pain and suffering or "everlasting freedom and joy" depending upon which side of the mountain we are on.
I digress, getting back to the main point of this memo is simply to consider the idea that if we are as I believe children than most if not all of us are making up reality as we go along.
A quick story if I may.
When I was about 7 or 8 and my sister was about 5ish we used to hang out, make up games and play them. One of the games we used to play we will never forget probably because we had so much fun copying our father who had always run his own business. The game, like the hit Television program was called "Office." We'd set up pillows on the floors and stack then upright so as to take the place of dividers like we see in office cubicles. We would search dads closet for old deposit slips, credit cards, invoices and whatever else we could find to pretend we were officially and office. I can't really remember if we were actually selling or marketing a product or a service but I do remember that inner freedom how much fun we had doing it.
But something happens to many of us adults when the office becomes real, the checks are attached to a bank account the creditors are expecting their payments and it's time to reorder the paper. We call that life and we say that's being responsible. And yes indeed these things are what they are and there is no question that we have to deal with them by being responsible but I also want to encourage the notion of making it fun, enjoying those experiences and yes keep it simple too. Life is just to short not to be true to ourselves so those of you who got it all figured out my plea to you is to go help the person who may not be otherwise inclined. And if you're anything like me and don't know your nose from the ground...well...there is hope for you but the first thing to do is remember who you were as a child, see that your full of love and light no matter what happened or what you thought happened. Go play a game or at least call your sister and tell her how much you enjoyed having her around when you were growing up and how much she meant to you or your brother or father or mother or grandmother...you get the point. The more you love yourself and allow yourself to be loved the more the world will open up to you and allow you to be that beautiful little child you were, are and always will be.
Figuring life out can be a daunting task and knowing who we truly are can be tricky.
I find it amazing how much we can trick ourselves into thinking and believing things about the world and ourselves within it without looking for clarity just a bit.
One of my core beliefs I hold dear to my heart is how much we all want to be kids again...well at least for some of us adults. But I also say that we are still kids and always will be. Some psychologist have examined that most people never grow up past the age of 5 emotionally which can in some cases be the cause for immense pain and suffering or "everlasting freedom and joy" depending upon which side of the mountain we are on.
I digress, getting back to the main point of this memo is simply to consider the idea that if we are as I believe children than most if not all of us are making up reality as we go along.
A quick story if I may.
When I was about 7 or 8 and my sister was about 5ish we used to hang out, make up games and play them. One of the games we used to play we will never forget probably because we had so much fun copying our father who had always run his own business. The game, like the hit Television program was called "Office." We'd set up pillows on the floors and stack then upright so as to take the place of dividers like we see in office cubicles. We would search dads closet for old deposit slips, credit cards, invoices and whatever else we could find to pretend we were officially and office. I can't really remember if we were actually selling or marketing a product or a service but I do remember that inner freedom how much fun we had doing it.
But something happens to many of us adults when the office becomes real, the checks are attached to a bank account the creditors are expecting their payments and it's time to reorder the paper. We call that life and we say that's being responsible. And yes indeed these things are what they are and there is no question that we have to deal with them by being responsible but I also want to encourage the notion of making it fun, enjoying those experiences and yes keep it simple too. Life is just to short not to be true to ourselves so those of you who got it all figured out my plea to you is to go help the person who may not be otherwise inclined. And if you're anything like me and don't know your nose from the ground...well...there is hope for you but the first thing to do is remember who you were as a child, see that your full of love and light no matter what happened or what you thought happened. Go play a game or at least call your sister and tell her how much you enjoyed having her around when you were growing up and how much she meant to you or your brother or father or mother or grandmother...you get the point. The more you love yourself and allow yourself to be loved the more the world will open up to you and allow you to be that beautiful little child you were, are and always will be.
Friday, October 14
Conversation with an angel
Yesturday night I experienced some realizations about my life that I thought I would capture as a poem. So here it is, I hope you enjoy it. Its called Conversation with an angel. Christopher
He walked along the broken path
As he stumbled from place to place
The night was clear but it was dark as his happiness seemed to leave his face
He was dismayed by all the other faces he saw
Unrest, no peace struggle for all
Worried he sorrowed for all the pain that he felt
As if he was handed a flop, the cards he was dealt
He found nothing to live for nothing but love and that was the moment he was lifted above
He floated high on the clouds way up in the sky
The angel appeared even though he was high
Sites unseen went speedily by like flashes of light that lit up the night
His arms wide open for all the love he could give but something inside he just couldn't forgive
Life is a journey a struggle at best
But then that one angel sung him to rest
By the time he awoke in the presence of the light he new that he could not continue the fight
The presence of angels surrounded him there that one holy night God showed him his flare
Upon him were blessings that went all through the night
The night he laid down his will he was given sight
Sight to see all that was love
Sight that shined from heaven above
Poem
As he stumbled from place to place
The night was clear but it was dark as his happiness seemed to leave his face
He was dismayed by all the other faces he saw
Unrest, no peace struggle for all
Worried he sorrowed for all the pain that he felt
As if he was handed a flop, the cards he was dealt
He found nothing to live for nothing but love and that was the moment he was lifted above
He floated high on the clouds way up in the sky
The angel appeared even though he was high
Sites unseen went speedily by like flashes of light that lit up the night
His arms wide open for all the love he could give but something inside he just couldn't forgive
Life is a journey a struggle at best
But then that one angel sung him to rest
By the time he awoke in the presence of the light he new that he could not continue the fight
The presence of angels surrounded him there that one holy night God showed him his flare
Upon him were blessings that went all through the night
The night he laid down his will he was given sight
Sight to see all that was love
Sight that shined from heaven above
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