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STOP LOOK LISTEN

 

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(This article was first posted on my marketing blog, NinetyDayWonder on Friday, November 14, 2013. At the end of the article was a message which promised “More tomorrow.”  On November 15, 2013 I was on my way to The Gallery at City Hall. As I neared my destination I STOPPED at a stop sign. I LOOKED both ways and I LISTENED to my inner voice telling me the coast was clear. I nearly lost my life in the middle of that intersection as I was struck by a lime green taxi. I was charged with failure to yield the right of way. I defended that charge and lost. )

When we discover that something we are doing is creating problems, the first inclination is to stop what we are doing. Perhaps that is a good idea; perhaps not.

The important thing to remember is that whatever it is that we believe is creating problems exists because it is overcoming problems. When we stop doing this thing, the good stops along with the bad.

If stopping is our choice, let that choice be momentary. And, let the purpose of that choice be to gather information.

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CHANGING CLIMES FOR CHANGING TIMES

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CHANGING CLIMES FOR CHANGING TIMES

CURIO:          You sure are quiet; what’s on your mind, Crazio?

PSYCHO:    Who are you to be calling me Crazio, Foolio?

CURIO:       You  changed the subject Quiet One. What’s going on?

PSYCHO:  I’m researching the other America. What’s your reason?

CURIO:       Me? I’m looking North.

PSYCHO:   North? It’s cold up there. We need to learn Portuguese.

CURIO:       And what about DOGMAN and BLONDIE?

PSYCHO:   Who?

 

ART IS ALL THERE IS AND LOVE IS HOW IT CAME TO BE

 

ART IS ALL THERE IS AND LOVE IS HOW IT CAME TO BE

Everything in the Universe is made from the crumbs of something else.

Surely, this is the first rule of Creativity and Creativity must certainly be the first consideration in defining art.

And for those of us who have lived this Creative Experience, whether it be to suddenly hear the first words in a poem on its way into our reality or becoming aware of a business idea rising to the surface or perhaps caressing a piece of unfettered marble and feeling the sculpture hidden among its veins or Miracle of Miracles, helping to form a new person, whether by fertilizing an egg or stumbling through the agonizing pile of paperwork and interviews to adopt a child, the feeling that accompanies such Creative Endeavors is called Love.

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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).

 

THE LINE

 

THE LINE

It was a lovely spring day. The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Sleepy-eyed Abner rose early that morning perplexed as usual (the man had many questions) having just awakened with a REM time voice in his head still demanding, “Go stand in line”.

“Who said that?” inquired Curious Abner.

“Go stand in line.”

Befuddled Abner rose from his state of confused repose, made his bed and his breakfast as the memory of the command “Go stand in line” continued to bounce around in his head.

After his bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of steel-cut oats and a half cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds, Abner said to his still sleepy self “What a lovely spring day. The sun is warm, the birds are singing, and the wispy clouds add a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day. I’m gonna go look for that line and stand in it.”

And he did; he went for a walk, that is.

Inquisitive Abner looked everywhere for the line.

“Where is that line?” Abner inquired; there was nobody there to answer his question.

“Excuse me” said Ab to the first person he met. “Do you know where the line starts?

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on her way.

Obedient Abner stood in line.

Eventually Abner began to fidget. Standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day even though the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Impatient and needing to do something, anything at all with his hurried, inquisitive self (Abner was a man with questions ya know) he decided to return to his lovely spring day walk. While strolling down the long sidewalk stretched before him Abner thought to himself, “You know, I probably received the wrong information from that stranger. Perhaps that was not the line, after all. It must be somewhere else. If I hurry to find the right place I may very well be the first person in that line; that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?” He asked this question even though there was no one there to answer.

Eventually however, someone did come along.

“Excuse me” inquired Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Ab and the stranger went on his way.

And once again, Obedient Abner stood in line.

And as before, Ab eventually began to squirm. He observed once again that standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day; what with the sun so warm, the birds asinging and the clouds though wispy, adding a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

And Stubborn Abner stood his ground.

Standing in line Abner wondered to himself, “If this is the line where are the rest of the people?”

Time went on. It was beginning to feel as though he had been standing in line forever.

Eventually however, another stranger approached.

 

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here,” came the reply.

Abner thought to himself that perhaps he should invite this person to join him. That way there really would be a line.

“Would you like to stand in line?’ asked Sorta Social Abner.

“Thank you for asking” replied the stranger; “But this line is much too long” and continued on his way; “Have a nice day”.

Surprised at the stranger’s remark, Curious Abner turned around. Behind him was a line of people that seemed to wend its way into Eternity. All were waiting patiently, no one was talking to anyone. “After all” observed  Abner (the man with questions) “who wants to talk to the back of someone’s head?”

But as soon as formed the words, Abner realized that he was looking into someone’s face, someone who until seconds ago had been looking at the back of Curious Abner’s head.

“Hi my name is Abner; what’s your name?”

“Betty” she replied and began to introduce him to several other people behind her. There was John, there was her sister Jeanie and her centenarian grandmother had come along; Grandmother’s name was Albina Mary.

Albina Mary had more stories in her old head than Abner had questions. (And as we know, Curious Abner was after all, a man with many questions).

Within minutes this part of the line was starting to look more like a party. And others further back, noticing that the restraints previously defined by the unspoken rules of Linedom had now been broken, began to emulate the conversational opportunities now being made available to them.

As the line evaporated into groups of animated conversationalists, everyone involved gradually migrated to a nearby park.

By the end of this lovely spring day, the sun still warm, the birds no longer singing and the once wispy clouds having surrendered their touch of pastel pleasantness to the gathering cloak of darkness, Weary Abner decided to return home, a practical decision (a part of himself with whom he was not very well acquainted wanted to stay and talk with his new friends) and he did just that; went home, that is.

As Abner crawled between Egyptian cotton 400 thread-count, crisp, clean sheets and sank into the thousand or so individually pocketed coils in his eighteen inch thick mattress he thought about the day now departing and smiled.

The next morning Optimistic Abner crawled out of bed, ate a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of steel-cut oats and a half cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds and went out to greet another lovely spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Curious Abner (the man with many questions who now had some answers) thought to himself “I think I shall go stand in line.”

And he did.

THE CRUMBS OF EVER-NESS

 

A full-sky NASA map of the oldest light in the universe — the aftermath of the Big Bang. Colors indicate “warmer” (red) and “cooler” (blue) spots. The oval shape is a projection to display the whole sky; similar to the way the globe of the earth can be represented as an oval.

 

No one knows the future; everyone creates it.

Every action begins with an idea.

Every idea is affected by other ideas.

Every idea, when repeated is affirmed.

Affirmations grow until they become a belief.

Affirmations create reality whether spoken alone or as a group.

Those of you who understand my words must smile, must encourage those in fear to Accept God’s Love and Pass it on.

Faith is necessary for skeptics. Believers have no need of Faith.

Please accept God’s Love and pass it on.

Here’s why:

Everything in the universe is made from the crumbs of something else.

In other words the foreverness of our universe is kept alive by the constant, moment to moment, eventual destruction of everything in existence.

The death of each of us is the obedience to the same principle as a black hole, a big bang or a sparkling nova.

With or without warning, everything becomes the raw materials for the future.

Keep coming back-it works if you let it.

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HAMBURGER HEAVEN

A friend of mine was dying. Ben was nervous. There was nothing left for him here on earth. A wealthy man, a religious man, he was nevertheless, frightened.

Another friend, not wealthy, but full of ideas,  spoke up.

“What do you think it will be like in Heaven, Ben?”

“I don’t know” replied the puny one, “St Peter at the gate, with God on a throne of puffy white clouds. Angels all around. What is your dream of the afterlife?”

“One day”, replied Fred “I will at the speed of light, suddenly notice that I know everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything! I will remember every event from the first few minutes of the big bang as well as all events in the future. Nothing will be left to know and I  will be the sole repository of LOVE. When you start your day, assuming you are still alive, I am who you will be talking to in your morning prayers.”

“And who will I be after I die, assuming you died first and went to Heaven.”

“I will not have gone to heaven, I will BE heaven”.

“And who will I become?”

“Me.”

“Wow.”

I picked up the hamburger from my sick friends plate and took a bite.