Showing posts from August, 2015

Stupid Trumps Smart

Maybe you’ll agree with me when I share that the smartest phone can’t make up for stupid.I’m not talking about “ignorant,” or not knowing.I speak of “stupid,” which according to my definition is persistently pretending we know something when we don’t.Life is about expanding our vision and using our tools to do so.To narrow our vision to a tiny screen and the prattle of others doing the same is to say the least, limiting.
Those of us who are moored to our iPhones can’t imagine a time when there was one black phone with a dial that sat on a table in one’s home.Furthermore, it’s impossible to imagine the “party line” which was shared with neighbors.You would pick up your phone and if someone was already speaking, you knew it was your neighbor.You politely laid the phone back on the cradle and waited your turn, not feeling entitled to immediate gratification.Somehow we survived.We had less opportunity to share what was probably better off unshared.Much less “stupid.”
I just reread what I …

Jewels in the Crown of Consciousness

At my age I can look back on a variety of situations that I would never have picked off a menu.At the time I saw them as bad luck, a conspiracy of life against little old me, or at times catastrophic.Now I see them as glimmering opportunities that mark transitions from one state of awareness to another.
I’m still not deliberately choosing what most of us would label as “trouble,” but I can honestly say that when trouble comes along I don’t get hysterical.In fact I go to a place of stillness and try my best not to muddy the water thrashing around.If the silt can settle, maybe I’ll see my own feet sooner, planted firmly in the earth and trying to learn to be a better version of myself.
There is no fighting against the tides of life.When the tide comes in, it can deposit abundance on the shore.When it recedes, it can take precious items with it.It can never take consciousness unless we lose faith.
When the Buddhists define suffering as “resistance,” they aren’t whistling Dixie.The soone…

“What Color are the Clouds?”

When I was a little girl my father, an artist, would ask “What color are the clouds?”I would say “white” and he would smile.This went on for years and I remember thinking how silly it was.The clouds were obviously white!I thought of it as our little endearing game.
When I was about 10 years-old, my father asked the usual question and I gave the usual answer.This time he asked me to look closer.I did.He asked if I could see any other colors.I saw a bit of gold and maybe a slight blush of pink.He smiled.
Over the years, my father whose language was color, brought my vision past the obvious to the implied, the subtle, that which was maybe beyond the senses, with that simple question.
We each have a “language.”For some of us it’s color and for others musical vibration, emotional nuance, or the subtle expression of words.Whatever it may be, there is an obvious level and there is a more subtle, implied level.We have to work at going deeper, maybe over a lifetime, to experience what isn’t s…

“The body remembers what the mind forgets…”

In trying to close the gap between the internal/external demands of life and our ability to deal with them, typical coping mechanisms are denial and avoidance. We presume that if we don’t remember what was bothering us, it’s gone.  But where do our disturbing thoughts, tensions and feelings go?
One theory is that what we deny and avoid is housed somewhere in the subconscious mind.  It lays there like a festering mass knocking on the door of our consciousness in our dreams, our projections onto others, and sadly in limiting our full expression.  The stored energetic material causes all sorts of mischief, from mood issues to the dis-ease we feel, the aches and pains in various parts of our bodies.  The malaise accumulates into blockages in the flow of energy through our bodies and impacts our well-being.  As we age, our bodies quake under the burden of what we’ve asked them to store and process.  Our bodies try to help us remember by becoming symptomatic.  We tell our bodies to be quiet …