TIME WELL SPENT

 

I sit at my desk eight hours a day and sometimes ten or twelve.  I  usually take a break at the arrival of hour number three, do twenty reps of a handful of upper-body exercises or go for a brisk, short walk and return to my desk. But, before creating another sentence I visit  youtube and search through one of many favorite topics, one of which is the subject of “time” as studied and perceived by Nova scientist and their ilk. And though not very practical from a personal point of view I often run across an idea for one of several blogs.

If you are noticing the unpleasantness of aging however, perhaps you have noticed that time is speeding up.

I can help you with that.

I have a more practical approach to time mechanics and here it is. We do NOT age more quickly nor do we think so as we live each passing minute. Notice as you go through your day that time is not whizzing by at all; it is the MEMORY of the experience that is misleading us.

Solution: DO MORE – THINK LESS..

The memory of time is not of real-time experience but rather a percentage of life lived as compared to similar percentages remembered from years ago.

By the way: One can acquire quite an education on you tube and Ted talks. Google searches by the way are getting downright cumbersome; perhaps we can get our heads together and come up with something better.

Have another great day (and forget about it).

 

RESIGNING OURSELVES TO GROWTH


Lee Broom                   Author
ON MENTAL HYGIENE

 

RESIGNING OURSELVES TO GROWTH

Notice how the word resignation morphed from “I quit” to “I accept”.

Q:     How does one get from a frown to a shrug of the shoulders?
From  ambivalence to certainty and back?

A:      By playing follow the leader; that’s how. Preoccupation with what-to-think is the mantra of the mellow, the emotionally bereft. It takes courage to focus on “how to think” but those who do so grow stronger.

Throw away the rule book and buy a copy of Aristotle’s Analytics.

Share your discoveries on typepad.com;  later, on TED-TALKS.

 

 

 

 

NOW YA SEE IT – NOW YA DON’T

NOW YA SEE IT – NOW YA DON’T
(A conversation between Xero Aticus
and the Psychedelic Toad.)
Lee Broom

 

Psycho:  Hey there Xero, what alleys have you explored today?

Xero:   Oh, hi Psycho. I got my feelings hurt.

Psycho: Was it something you said…again?

Xero:   Probably.

Psycho: Sooo…

Xero :  Well I was in a conversation about God and I mentioned that                   God has no will and offered evidence thereof.

Psycho:  That must have gone over well. Or perhaps I should say like                      you  order your steak? Burned to a crisp.

Xero:   I’m a vegan.

Psycho:  You have spinach on your incisor.  Okay, so who nailed ya?

Xero:    Magic man, okay?

Psycho:  Shoulda seen that coming. When in Rome…you silly man.

Xero:    I know, I know. But it took me 36 years of at least 2000                                words a day and hundreds of thousands of hours of                                        research to discover these awarenesses.  His remark was                         simply to   quote the  opinion of a very large group.

Psycho: So, why do you go to this meeting every week; you have no                         support for your love of research?

Xero:  I go because I helped start this group. I go because I have                           friends there whom I have known for decades. I want to be                       around friends.

Xero: So start a new group. A discussion group for thinkers, artist,                   scientists. Make more friends.

Xero: I like being around religious folks; they’re nicer.

Psycho: More tolerant, don’tcha mean?

Xero:  I suppose. .

Psycho: Then how about presenting only your view; leave out the                           discovery part.

Xero: I guess so. Yeah I can do that. I still say that this idea of God                        having a will is inane. A will is a condition, after all.

Psycho: Nice start Ab. Why is this so important to ya?

Xero: Aren’t you the guy who’s always saying “Never ask why”?

Psycho: Nope. You’re the guy who’s always saying “Never ask why”.

Xero: Oh…yeah…okay…see ya.

Psycho: No ya don’t. What did Magic Man say, anyway?

Xero: He said that God’s will is Love and to pass it on..

Psycho: Sounds  right to me.

Xero: Ya think?

Psycho:  I think.

Xero: See ya.

Psycho: See ya.

 

SAFETY FIRST (the gift of fear)

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SAFETY FIRST

I spend way too much time talking about overcoming FEAR.

I suffer from the FEAR of never having enough.

What I am discovering is…

FEAR is a gift.

FEAR teaches us to search for SAFETY.

FEAR teaches us to BE STRONG, to BE RESILIENT, to be PERFECT.

FEAR motivates us to compete; as we play games we not only have fun but we acquire and hone the skills necessary for protecting those sources of SAFETY, our families, our institutions of learning, our jobs. It is in these places of SAFETY that we discover the FIRST (but often ignored) of life’s great gifts, The GIFT of LOVE.

And so…

FEAR teaches us COURAGE.

FEAR teaches us FAITH.

FEAR  teaches us to PROTECT each other.

LOVE on the other hand makes all this perfectionism unnecessary.

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I AM I DO

I AM I DO 
Lee Broom

Our first scream is an involuntary response to the first gasp. It occurs at the moment of our first sensation of fear; our first decision, our first affirmation and our initial attempt at managing our place in this new world.

This first noisy protest is interrupted with cradled arms and soft, cooing Mommy Words, which lend a hint that this dangerous world into which we have been thrust has an oasis of safety; ours for the price of a scream.

The calming voice, the gentle words are familiar to the newly initiated. The touch of Mother’s hands are a new sensation but it too is somehow, known.

Our first scientific experiment has begun.

This is our first experience at asking for and receiving Love, a sensation which will in future decades become confused with Approval.

Our  experiments will become more sophisticated if not necessarily objective; life and the events that greet us will be measured, examined, dissected and reassembled as we seek to secure Maximum Safety.

Life may be more difficult for those of us who have missed the touching and the softly spoken words of gentle parenting. Perhaps we ask for help.

Later, in the language of Mommy Words we may even ask another, untouched soul “May I lend a hand?”

And a Spark of The Spirit ignites the flame of LOVE.

I AM I DO 
Lee Broom