Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Monday, April 30, 2018
What other people think of you is none of your business.
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Thursday, April 19, 2018
My 2 am - Introduction to my Five Steps
My blueprint for living is built on five steps.
Step One: Acknowledge
Step Two: Accept
Step Three: Analysis
Step Four: Adjust
Step Five: Act
I know these five steps are built who we humans are, how we are built. Just as my mentors #osha, #michealmeade #raybradbury and others helped me create and verbalize this universal truth, I hope sharing will empower you as well.
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Thursday, May 5, 2016
Panic
I don't like selfies. I think I look like an idiot, smiling blankly at a mini plastic box. I decided to make this exception so you could come with me and Luna this evening.
It's cool and dry and warm and the air is rich and there are deer up the mountain behind me and quail dodging Luna's scrabbling feet.
Panic is a funny button. One I usually prefer to push by myself.
I enjoy it sometimes simmered with coffee. Other times it is better toasted with wine.
Sometimes, like this evening, I like most to take it for a walk. I dearly love to walk.
Once away from accidental eyes, I take it out of my pocket, unfold and smooth out the creases and picture it becoming as large as a bed sheet made of tissue paper.
I shred it into little pieces, and as I do, I imagine it turns into different colors. Then I toss this confetti of color, so light they float, up into the air.
I let these tiny thoughts of fragmented conjecture wash around and over in waves of salty release until at last I let them get mixed into aspen leaves ruffled by the wind woman's hands.
I get that this is a mental game, a head game. I get that, I do.
I realized a long long while ago that life is just one big head game. And the best thing to do is to be the one running them.
And to go for a walk with a friend.
It's cool and dry and warm and the air is rich and there are deer up the mountain behind me and quail dodging Luna's scrabbling feet.
Panic is a funny button. One I usually prefer to push by myself.
I enjoy it sometimes simmered with coffee. Other times it is better toasted with wine.
Sometimes, like this evening, I like most to take it for a walk. I dearly love to walk.
Once away from accidental eyes, I take it out of my pocket, unfold and smooth out the creases and picture it becoming as large as a bed sheet made of tissue paper.
I shred it into little pieces, and as I do, I imagine it turns into different colors. Then I toss this confetti of color, so light they float, up into the air.
I let these tiny thoughts of fragmented conjecture wash around and over in waves of salty release until at last I let them get mixed into aspen leaves ruffled by the wind woman's hands.
I realized a long long while ago that life is just one big head game. And the best thing to do is to be the one running them.
And to go for a walk with a friend.
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