Category: Find Your Bliss
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1/16/12 Martin Luther King Jr’s Birthday (Observed)
I have been listening again to don Miguel Ruiz’s Voice of Knowledge and thinking about my life creation. For many years I have listened to this periodically, but since June I have listened to it many times, and each time I hear it as if for the first time. I am working toward believing in…
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Infatuation and Love
I just want to listen to that song again So I won’t forget how it feels Not like every day isn’t alive But I forgot Not like every day I don’t see beauty But I forgot how beautiful it all is ∞ ∞ ∞ I have a theory about…
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The Mote and the Beam
What matters is what I am thinking, not what others are thinking. That’s really what it all comes down to. I can’t change what is happening, necessarily, but I can change what I think about what is happening. I make the choice, every moment. ∞ ∞ ∞ Verily, from one perspective it is bullshit for…
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A Main Theme
It’s only when we try to twist ourselves into unnatural (for us) shapes in order to conform to some perceived expectation that we go bad. Or crazy. It matters not what others think of you, because they will not be there when you die. They may be beside you, but no one but you can…
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April 2 (2003)
Yes, I’m breaking out my handmade shoes, and they are patched together from many things. ∞ ∞ ∞ Nothing to it but to do it. So many thoughts pouring through my consciousness, the way the streams are flowing across the land. Watched Waking Life, a film by Richard Linklater, last night and again today. It…
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A Thought from Grandpa Joe.
We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come. If we fix on the old, we get stuck. When we hang onto any form, we are in danger…
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What do you call it when you don’t write? Hell? Oh, block.
2:44am. It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Just woke from a dream in which a woman is talking about writing with a fountain pen and how it is perfect for those times when you know what you want to write, and it is relatively short. Then I woke up and thought, I guess…