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Don’t get too absorbed in your emotions, stay self-aware and observe your emotions calmly.
In a nodding and silent yes, I breathe-feel out a prayer, … and, while you are observing, while you dwell in your promontory of Self quietitude, breathing deeply as your awareness amplifies, …may you meet and congregate fully with your emotions, you as their leader, … nodding… no reason to allow your emotions to dictate how you feel… no reasons for your emotions to speak for you… as the emotions’ jobs of messaging Your feelings cascades to a fullness of how you hold yourself in high regard… And you speak for yourself after being informed by your Wise Inner Counsel, you yourself become your promontory as you simply gaze out, Nature incarnate
IN and AS You yourself present.
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I am SO not disturbed by this. Instead. I have tingles and Yesses. Yes, Disturbed is simply a wonderful band name, And his bio sometimes alludes to it psychologically in so many words, and his voice is SO developed. SO many ins and outs of vocal techniques in seamless segues of execution. Especially, on this one. I am a huge Disturbed fan, though I was PLUSSED full-on when I 1st experienced this.
This doesn’t feel like a cover, he made it his own. Though, nonetheless, it’s of course still a cover. An artful one in video, music, and the music of the voice In its entirety. Moving is a word. I use that one.
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Isn’t there always a 3rd option when asked a choice question?… to make it YOURS? To transform the urgency of the asker into YOUR sanctuary of a question? To Re-set the stage of the questions to respond YOUR way?
Is the glass half full or half empty? It’s a great place to place a flower.
Is the glass half full or half empty? It’s refillable. What’s your point?
Is the glass half full or half empty? Do you not work with what you have?
Is the glass half full or half empty? Ok, geeezzzz, you got me. It’s neither…
Is the glass half full or half empty? And, you’re not pouring, why?
Etc, etc, ad infinitum and nauseum… though, in YOUR way…
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… to clean up the mess.
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Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams
From the perpetual present.
Always now. Always now.
A false sense of urgency is not warranted.
A presence to the process of the journey
Comfortable in the not-knowing,
Where forgetting, is for getting,
Makes more room for the good stuff,
Is…
May the ground rise up to support your every step.
Especially, those steps where there was no ground as you began to step,
Your Fool Step stepped into your Inner Solar System
As you cascade outwards
In your actions,
And orbit into your realm from your actionable orbits
More ground to support
Your every
Leap of faith step.
Memory is dream? Dream is memory?
Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams
From the perpetual present.
Both live in the perpetual present,
And simply enter from different portals,
Though they certainly enter,
Memory fueling the present
That nourishes every future dream,
Each birth,
Each birth is brilliant in its age.
“Some knowledge and some song and some beauty must be kept
for those days before the world again plunges into darkness.“
~ Marion Zimmer Bradley ~”
Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams
From the perpetual present.
Always now. Always now.
A false sense of urgency is not warranted.
A presence to the process of the journey
Comfortable in the not-knowing,
Where forgetting, is for getting,
Makes more room for the good stuff,
Is…
May the ground rise up to support your every step.
Especially, those stepswhere there was no ground as you began to step,
Your Fool-Step stepped into your Inner Solar System
As you cascade outwards
In your actions,
And orbit into your realm from your actionable orbits
More ground to support
Your every
Leap of faith step.
Memory is dream? Dream is memory?
Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams
From the perpetual present.
Both live in the perpetual present,
And simply enter from different portals,
Though they certainly enter,
As memory fuelS the present
Nourishes every future dream,
Each birth,
Each birth is brilliant in its age,
In the way
You are born
To see differently.
Your life, Your way.
Each of your births
Embraces,
Took your whole life up to that point.
Each of your births,
Brilliant in its age.
~ Jordan Hoggard
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Suffering isn’t always required for success if you’re allergic to boredom and challenge yourself. Discipline of the ritual, and Butt In The Chair is most likely required though — The BITCh Method. Butt In The Chair… or, wherever you create.
What does not kill us makes us stronger. ~ My Friend Fred
Sometimes. And ALSO, sometimes what does not kill us, doesn’t kill us because it likes us very much. When you don’t waste trouble, you don’t let your emotions dictate how you feel. You allow them to guide how you feel, though not get dissolved by them. When you don’t waste trouble… it’s not the catastrophe that’s the problem. It’s how you take it, what you make of it, your perspective on it. Perspective is key. How can you hold your mouth differently? Like an interrogative dog? How can you hold your mouth differently. It, literally, gives you a different perspective.
Adversity is like weather coming in, that has arrived, on the mountain, above treeline, in late October, on a 14er, at 14,263 feet above sea level, on Mt Democrat, the sun dropping behind the bowl, temp from 60s to 23 to 19, and you got stuck not getting off the mountain at 2p before the storms come in, and you’re day-dressed, shorts and a T-shirt. Nature’ll kill ya, no matter your experience level. Nature’ll kill ya. That I’m writing this? I kept going. Keep going…
Being aware of experience, though, means we’re still alive, and so does pain. You don’t need to suffer, though the best thing about pain is, it let’s you know you’re still alive, and to get Home! Well, these days, that flips itself huh? Maybe you want to get OUT of home? I rather like it. Home of house. Home of place. Home of world, etc. I suggest to entertain that… the, I’ve just had an another experience, or, are having an experience. And, one can potentially make That stronger if one discerns… What’s the workability? Not responsibility. Not accountability. Workability.
Lose the reverse gear for just a moment. What’s your perspective of your experience? Don’t be anything you think you’re expected to be. Inspect your expectations. Check ‘em at the door. Heck, shake ‘em off to reveal You. If you have to, cross-check them into the blue line wall hard enough for their helmet to shatter the glass, so you can shatter your glass ceiling(s). Shake ‘em off. Oh, and sometimes all you have to do is duck, or move out of the way. It’s nothing personal, all just some action on the ice of life. Take care of yourself out there. And, don’t be afraid to smile as you slip just to the side. My joke one year was,Go ahead. Take aim. Waste of time. I’m so shot full of holes you’re gonna miss.
A ship in harbor’s safe, but that’s not what ships are for. ~ John A. Shedd
In total depth of darkness, first you’ll see a spark, then a crack, and from this crack will flow your unborn soul. ~ Altered States
Adversity does not build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen
Death is the mother of memory, nourishes the future in dreams from the perpetual present. It’s always now. What will you do with all this future you have?, NOW ~ Jordan Hoggard
What geode gems of messages have you mined and cracked open by not wasting trouble, by working at your craft not to stave off boredom, but to build value for yourself? What was/is your takeaway message gift from them? Too numerous to remember? None yet? That’s fair.
May I suggest that you have Presence As Architecture, Presence As Architecture. Keep it. Upkeep it. Enhance it and reinforce it and strengthen it. Nourish its powerful limits and boundaries. Fly as high as your roots go deep. Swim as deep And infinitely as your dreams expand within you. If your roots go deep, have a strongly developed sense of yourself, words won’t move you. You may feel them, though sometimes, still no reason than to be still. Top Gun, I’ll hit the brakes and they’ll fly right by. Next.
When the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind ~ African Proverb
Why flinch or grimace or dodge? Heck, you might have already been well placed. Don’t want to move into what was going to already pass right by. Strengthen your roots, develop and enhance your sense of identity and healthy boundaries. Then, there’s no cause or reason to fear the wind so to speak.
Why move 3” when blade only 1/4” wide? ~ Unknown. Mr. Miyagi?
My allergy to boredom neverminds the other one Into oblivion.
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Enjoy the ride. Serendipity Itinerary Menu for May 26th, 2020… posted a little early in the US as my friends in OZ across the Pacific Pond are 16 hours in the future. They most likely knew 16 hours ago I’d be doing this right now.
Thank You Tuesday Tours are about sharing my weekly blog field trips, my eExperiences, so that maybe you find some new people who you resonate with, enjoy and/or follow and/or simply experience. Explore the Serendipity Itineraries Below where I share the trailhead, stacked stone cairns of paths I’ve experienced over the past week from people I follow, new people and places I’ve found, and just because they came to mind and I put them in the menu.
There will never be a popularity contest here, nor will I list every place I’ve been, as you might be asleep by the end. I’ll keep it to 3 or 9 or 12 or… whatever number serendipity gigs with each week.
I feel life’s about experience and building value with what you magnetize to and orbit with, create and make real, and as well those who do the same for and with you. The meaning of life? Well, I’ll hop on Joseph Campbell’s boat with that one, though not the one where I have to pay the Ferry Man.
Variety may be the spice of life, and/or both/and I prefer to keep things fresh. May these Serendipity Itineraries provide gas for your creative and community fuel tanks. The rapture of being alive. Hell Yeah!
Heck, in regards my automobile, my gas mileage these days is stunning, I’m getting like 3 weeks to the gallon! I can put that time and savings into this weekly series to give back and have some fun while doing it. Enjoy the serendipity. And, as always on my blog, it’s about community, not competition.
If you have a blog or video or similar that you’ve produced that supports any comment you make here, you have my express permission to link to it in your comment. Please do. I only ask that you be thoughtful and healthy and self-serving and self-centered by pasting a link in your comment to one of your fave blogs that you’ve written. Yes, very definitely engage in some gratuitous self promotion. Gratuity? Yup, tip yourself by tipping your hat. Gift people places to go!
Self-centered is ego, and bad? Nah, not here. It simply shows you have a center, and the center needn’t necessarily be in the middle, either, or hog the limelight. Your center direction in a link will help people dive right in to immerse in your intent and content like a non-stop flight to a heartbeat and pulse of who and what you are rather than only being as good as your last post. Or, of course, link your last post and let serendipity take the path from there.
By all-means, though, self promote in your comment. I do ask that you actually comment. I’m not a clearinghouse website farm here. It’s rare, though some comments have been known to mysteriously go MIA like Earl from the Dixie Chicks. 🙂
Some people say, Don’t toot your own horn. Yup, that’s most likely fine from that person’s intent or perspective, though a but of a NyQuil talking head? Though, in regards to that statement here, and in general, I have s simple question. What would. Front man or woman say? By all means, toot your own horn. Somebody’s gotta start the band, right?!! Uh 1 a 2 a 1 2 3…
Jane Lurie Photography ~ powerful, evocative freeze-frames of architectural images that are definitely not secretly active. These images live out loud! They are as natural as they are refined, like an exquisitely cut emerald or sapphire or ruby refined. There’s nothing hidden in the rough here.
Christina Schmidt, MA ~ ArmedWith Coffee. Take the bait. She’ll magnetize you right in. Plus, there’s coffee, total vaccination to immunize you from boredom. Fortunately, I’m allergic to boredom, and in no way allergic to her blog. 1 of 2.
Christina Schmidt, MA ~ Sassy Scorpion Tarot. Yes, the name says it all. And, it’s all true. Intense. On, not off. Sassy, depthful, Scorpionic depths where you can immerse yourself like in a Tarot hot spring. Go for the spring, stay for the spring in your step after.
Holly Troy ~ Cosmic Holly. Perennial Gemini in bloom. Naturalized. Excellent garden with music, too!
Timothy Price ~ Off Center & Not Even. Is variety the spice of life? Go here and see!
Cristian Mihai ~ Professional Blogger. Sense & Sensibility meets the info age? He’s not afraid to say it, say whatever he says. No walking on eggshells here, well, unless he starts making compost for the garden.
Susi Bocks ~ I Write Her. You talk a good game, but can you box? Yes, Susi Bocks. Concision has never had so much consistent depth.
Karen Sealey ~ The Pure & Blessed Tarot. The Discarded Oracle is coming to life! And, other ramblings and musings with no pulled punches, and lots of exquisite surprises along the way.
Bonnie Hubly ~ Watercolors on Pinterest. Full. Robust. Full of feeling and fluid fluency and flow. Majestic. Hi Mom!
The Dihedral ~ Climbing and humor and fascination and life. Type or lead-climbing, they set their holds right.
The Alchemist’s Studio ~ Raku, vessels, Alchemy in action. Pottery with heart and soul PLUS some PUNitive humor to boot. Don’t miss the Hens!
Laleh Chini ~ A Voice From Iran. Check and inspect your expectations at the door. The storytelling, short stories, fables, and folk tales will… well, you’ll see.
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I love fireworks. I’m from Texas. I don’t love guns, though I intensely like them. Heck, I’ve had too much martial arts experience and training to keep one around. If it came to that… that’s another story. I love lightning, and storms. And, I love motorcycles. Harleys, 1000cc crotch rockets on the Isle of Man TT. If I need a boost, I simply go there on YouTube and gig it like I’m the one on the bike.
But, and this is a big but. Not like the song.
I have a German Shepherd. She’s part wolf. Can see it in the face and tail and pigeon-toed paws built for speed, and the glowing Goddess eyes when the light hits them just so.
I once watched her continue to accelerate across 3/4 of a mile on an NM mesa. Faster and faster, just closing the gap on a rabbit who ran out into the middle of a literally mile-wide open space. Stupid rabbit. Wrong way to go. Though, there’s Nature. It errs sometimes. Or, does it?
Closer and closer closing the distance, until on the other side of the almost-mile the rabbit disappeared under a big boulder. A Greyhound would have had nuthin’ on what I experienced there hanging out with my chainsaw paused watching her full-gate run across the mesa and DAYum did she go through the gears. DAYum did she go through the gears, faster and faster and faster. The longer she went, the faster she got.
Though, back to… loves and intense likes. I love fireworks. I intensely like guns. Motorcycles are da bom, especially Grand Prix types at The Isle of Man. And, lightning… though, so long as I’m in the city and not above treeline with the lightning going off in the snow electrifying the whole scene not just where it strikes… I love lightning, too.
My Girrul, though, Lyra. She isn’t afraid of much, as one would imagine. Big dogs are often strong enough to be gentle, especially of course when there’s a positive part of no bad dogs, only bad owners here. She rules. She rocks. She is sovereign.
I effin LOVE her intense gigs, even when they frustrate the hell out of me. And, during these 5 times she certainly does.
Though, my Sovereign Girrul has those afraid points, and I MIND them when they occur. I talk about legitimate fear versus being afraid and anxiety kidnapping fear to distort it into being afraid, though her legitimate fears ARE AFRAID. I respect that. She’s got some shit, from before I met her, and/or naturally, that talkin’ to it, won’t resolve. A dog’s diff than a partner. The comms together to work that shit out don’t apply. She is afraid of:
Fireworks.
Guns.
Certain Motorcycles. Harleys and certain tuned crotch rockets (feels like the over 200+ mph ones… the really cool ones)
Lightning.
Shuffling cardboard. Like when you move. (Shaking head sad)
She’ll be 12 next month, or so I think. She was a rescue, pulled from the streets. She was fully groomed, only wearing an $80 deerskin collar with no tags. Those gigs set off some alarm bells early on to let her story unfold, though that’s another story for another time. Suffice it to say… No. that’s a story for another time. You learn someone over time. That deserves its own post.
These afraid points she has? Full-on. It’s almost Memorial Day. The lightning gig-goosed her yesterday. Tonight, the fireworks and motorcycles zipping around literally scared the piss out of her.
It’s not the mess I have to clean up, and Nature’s Miracle to remove The smell. It’s… DAYum is she afraid! She gets like Mark Hamill in Star Wars. If she could get any closer and had a light saber, she’d slice me open and crawl inside to get out of the frigid cold of her fear.
It’s intense. It’s important. If I don’t stop everything, she will nuzzle-push between my chair and side desk tipping anything there over, which also equates to a Malbec or Carmenere on the floor and bleeding through the papers, books, etc that were spilled.
Again, it’s not the mess that’s the conflict.
It’s… Nevermind what I love, like, or full-on dig. She is SO afraid. I stop EVERYTHING so she can get as close as possible and hear soothing me-sounds. All I can do is close the windows, turn on the air conditioner, and turn up the Sonos to Phantogram or the Civil Wars o Meg Ryan or BassNectar or 7th House Radio or Jame Horner’s epics so MAYBE, just maybe, she doesn’t hear the fireworks and motorcycles and lightning and guns so intensely, or at least so much… and console her.
She is an effin Cerberus when she goes at something, though I have to say she’s pretty reserved about parsing that out. Kids? Shaking head. Not a problem. 10-month old with yogurt on his face? Turn to get a paper towel, turn back, and one lick-tongue across her lips… clean face and a kid just bouncing beaming laughing. Phewww. When that happened early on, I got it. I got her character. Without Psychological Projection or Projective Identification or even literary personification… DAYum. THIS is certainly MY dog. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.
I love her. My conflict frustrations and empathy considerations? Well, that’s an alchemy that will continue. When you can’t change or evolve or adapt something… well…
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Have you actionably pick-axed your hard pan Inner & Elusive Clay over the years of your process, continually amended the soil of you, and now naturally create from YOUR Place of Creation?
My hope is you have, or are in your Current Self, and/or always doing so for your Future Self now in the perpetual present. Heck, if not now, when? What are you going to do with all this future you have?
For Memorial Day tomorrow, I offer my deep condolences to you for your former Self and Selves iterating back through time. May their memories be Pansy dead-headed blessings dropped at your feet that nourish your Self’s Garden’s potency now.
And, I offer a Mexican soccer announcer’s GOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL level gratitude to you for you Being you. I’d add an explanation point, though WordPress only allowS so many — well, not really, though haven;t we fooled ourselves with other peoples’ rules so many too many time?
And, the announcer above aptly took every single one of those explanation points I had available, and just put it in his GOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL action without using a single one. He’s strikingly effective in his actions that way..
My you find your Natural clariy of voice as if you were in the wild, as if your life depended on it, AND have developed it to be refined at one and the same time.
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