Resolutions

What's with New Years resolutions?

The consensus appears to be that "the tradition of the New Year's Resolutions goes all the way back to 153 B.C. The Romans named the first month of the year after Janus, the god of beginnings and the guardian of doors and entrances. He was always depicted with two faces, one on the front of his head and one on the back. Janus became the ancient symbol for resolutions and many Romans looked for forgiveness from their enemies and also exchanged gifts before the beginning of each year." (goalsguy.com)

Hmmm, to think a tradition has lasted as long as it has.  There have been a lot of hands in the pot and the calendar has had some tweaking through the years, which raises some questions. As is with human nature, we tend to find ways to define intangible things, time is just such an example. We look for patterns and analyze them until we come up with an explanation that the general populance agrees.  So, the Babylonians back in 4000 BC celebrated New Years in March, then Julius Caesar developed the calendar in 46 BC based on the seasons; a few more changes from the Romans, Christians and Chinese and there we have it a solar and lunar calendar. For the solar followers, January 1st is your day, for the lunar followers, Jan 19 to Feb 21 (depending on the full moon) is your day. Oh, back in the day, Julius Caesar 'extended' the year to 445 days to synchronize the calendar with the sun.  Whew! While all the minute details got ironed out you could be celebrating New Years twice in a year, March then January. Ah the pressure of coming up with resolutions in such a short time frame!

Now fast forward to modern day, New Years resolutions have become quite a daunting beast. From past experience and observations it seems that we have become acutely aware of resolutions within the month before New Years. We inch closer to New Years Eve then happily sweep away the past and usher in the new. With resolutions in hand..er..mind, we resolve to eat less, exercise more, help others, be kinder, more tolerant..you get my drift.  For a select few those resolutions stick, but for most of us, one slight misstep and we have indulged in that pie, pizza, ice cream, missed a few exercise sessions, backed out of a commitment...ditto on get my drift, and resolutions quickly fade into the abyss until it is rekindled in December or January or whatever month falls before your New Years.

So what's my point? We have created calendars and ways to measure time but are we really; measuring time that is? To the powers that be, does January 1st or February 21st or March 23 really mean anything? Have we become so fixated on days, months, years that we have lost sight of the only moment that counts...this one...the present. All these measurements of time is our way to weigh experiences in our life. We attach a memory to a specified time which is then carried with us for the rest of our lives. A month can have a stigma of depression, a day can trigger joyous memories, a year can be great or challenging.  Whatever it is, we either look forward to or wish away a day, all the while, life slips by. Time is not a commodity that we can manipulate or negotiate. Nothing in life stops...unless it ends.

Back to resolutions, I think we all like the idea of being offered 'a clean slate.' I'm not afraid to admit that I have embraced that ideology and made resolutions year after year figuring I will never look back and will have some major breakthrough. But such is not the case. I do look back, too often sometimes and I do look forward keen to make changes. I guess that's the nature of being human. 

I would like to embark on a new journey; take a road less travelled. As I (we) near the end of the year and the clock strikes midnight rather than look back and then forward, why not just be present.  Let all past experiences mingle quietly in the reservoir of our minds and as for the year ahead rather than making a list of resolutions, why not aspire, reach and be the best human being we can be.

Happy Life to all.

C h r i s t m a s

With Christmas just around the corner, I thought it only fitting to reflect on this special day. Christmas is the most widely celebrated day in the world.  Christians of many cultures mark this day as the birth of Jesus Christ to honour his life and the extraordinary things he did.  It is a most blessed celebration (as well as Easter) to Christians like Diwali is to Hindus & Sikhs, Hannukah to the Jewish people, Ramadan to Islamic people, Vesak to the Buddhists, and many other religious holidays. The point is that Christmas is what it is; not a 'holiday' or 'season.'  Aside from the most obvious (Jesus' birthday) it is also a day to reflect (which we should do all year long) on the message that was delivered.  The message of hope, peace, kindness and love.  So when someone says Merry Christmas, it is not meant as 'Merry the birth of Christ and you better believe what I believe,' it is 'Merry peace, joy, love, happiness.'  Not such a bad message eh?  Personally, if someone came to me and said Happy Hannukah, Happy Ramadan, Happy Vesak or Happy Diwali, I would smile and be grateful that someone wants to wish me all the great things in this world.  No doubt we are now a global community and we must be aware more today then ever to respect all our differences, beliefs and ways of life.  What we shouldn't do is take away what is a universal message, just stated in unique ways.  On another note, all the frills that come with these special days (trees, decorations, abundance of food & treats, presents and traditions) although excessive at times are just symbols of those celebrations.  Yes commercialism has managed to saddle everyone with guilt that they 'have' to do all these things, but then again, we have the ability to choose and make the day what it is to each of us.  If it works, great, if it doesn't change it.

So the next time someone wishes you a Merry Christmas, embrace the gifts they just gave you, then if you like, pass it on.  Everything starts with ONE...person, word, hug, smile, idea.  Maybe, just maybe, if there is enough ONE's we will change the world to be a more peaceful, loving and sharing place.

God Bless and Merry Christmas.

Karma

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if we were handed user manuals. You know, to 'foolproof' things in our lives. I've come to realize that most follow a set of rules that separate us from the animal kingdom, but essentially we really are winging it.  We look to the wisdom of those that preceded us to navigate through situations and make choices. Yet what worked for them doesn't necessarily work for us. The cog in the wheel is that humans are a very precarious bunch which adds an interesting dimension to what is universally known as good and bad.  Things don't fit neatly in a box because there is always something that creates a very unique situation.  Yes, the core qualities of humanity resonates in everyone; some though are muted while others are amplified.

Which brings me to the point of karma. Otherwise known as the universal law of cause and effect ... every thought, word or act carries out an energy that will affect our reality; good or bad. Not something to take lightly eh? I'm going to come at this one from a different angle.  I would like to refer you to the show My Name is Earl. A creative and comical look at a person (Earl) who has made poor choices and mistakes in his life then hits the proverbial rock bottom. It is then that he learns of karma and comes to the realization that his life may end tragically unless he rights all the wrongs from his past. So, he makes a list and sets out to turn his life around. Funny thing is the list takes on a life of its own. As he embarks on this journey he thinks he can deviate and make up his own rules, but quickly realizes that such is not the case.  It's bigger than him and doesn't give him room for negotiation. Now I know it's just a show, but boy does it make you sit up and pay attention. Clearly the list, going out and making amends is a demonstrative way of telling us that we are all collectively the sum of a much bigger whole and we have the power to make changes. We will make mistakes and bad choices which ultimately hurt people and alter our journey. What is, in my opinion, most important, is that we need to be humbled by these experiences.  Learn from the lessons, quietly. Make changes and continue to grow and be the best human beings we can be.

Cause and effect, that's what makes the world go round.

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.  
(Unknown Author)

H A P P Y

Can you think of a happy thought? Got a happy place? Just saying the word HAPPY makes me smile. When was the last time you laughed?  I mean really laughed...tears rolling down your cheeks, stomach clenched, falling to the floor gasping for breath.  Or when you get the giggles and it just doesn't matter what you do those happy thoughts take over and you can't stop giggling. Imagine if you had those bursts of laughter or giggling episodes at least once a day how great would that be? After all, 'they' say laughter is good for the soul and the best medicine. Who are 'they' anyway? 'They' are the people who have the answers to happiness. So they think. The testament of those answers are out there in books, CD's, songs, seminars and courses all helping us to find 'happiness.' Shame it isn't something that is innate. Wait a minute, it is innate. Babies show us everyday.  They laugh and smile without inhibition. Watch how their eyes light up and their laughter spills effortlessly, so contagious. Do they know something we don't or just forgot?

Peter Pan figured it out.

Reminds me of the movie Hook. A great story of Peter Pan all grown up and going back to Neverland to face his nemesis Captain Hook; so he thought; only to rediscover happy ... and life. The story is fun, insightful and it really makes a grown up think.

Laughter is not meant to be examined. Its just meant to be and it should be done over and over and over.  Happy should also be the same; sadly it is more complicated than that.  Too many influences and interferences telling us what is the ideal happy. So what do we do? I say think of that happy thought, go to that happy place and as Leo Tolstoy said, 'if you want to be happy, be.'

Don't think much more needs to be said, except...

Laughter is timeless...Imagination has no age...and dreams are forever.
Live today, await tomorrow, remember yesterday...everything happens for a reason..life is too short.
When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about. And that was the beginning of fairies.

"The purpose of our lives is to be happy." Dalai Lama

The most unlikely companion

Ever watch the movie Meet Joe Black? A clever depiction of one man facing death...literally...then being asked to be a guide for death who has decided to learn about life.

Death describes himself and what he wants from the main character, William Parrish;
*Just think of millenniums multiplied by eons compounded by time without end. I've been around that long. But it's only recently your affairs here have piqued my interest. Call it boredom. The natural curiosity of me the most lasting and significant element in existence has come to see you.
*I want to have a look around before I take you.
*Show me around, be my guide. And in return you get...
*Time: minutes, days, weeks, lets not get encumbered by detail, what matters is that I stay interested.
Seeing death through this lens is certainly intriguing.  After all, what would you do if it was your time but you were given a reprieve to help death on its quest for knowledge? On the one hand it buys you time (?) On the other hand it reminds you that you have very little of it left. Meet Joe Black personifies death and in a strange way makes you almost like it.  The writers are brilliant in the way they have death engage with humans.  On one level death is ominous because it is, well, what it is. On the other hand, death is humbled by its experience in a human body and becomes relatable.

I'm  not quite sure what I would do if placed in such a precarious position.  Panic, cry, negotiate, demand a recheck are not out of the realm of reactions.  I do think however if I could honestly live each day as though death was my companion everything (and I mean everything) would have an even greater meaning and appreciation. Problem is that life as we know it keeps us from being aware of it (death that is) and so it quickly passes us by. 

William Parrish says it well when he is asked to let death join his family for dinner
*When I introduce you, and I tell them who you are, I don't think anyone will stay for dinner.

Yes that sums it up, the further away we get from it maybe it will forget us. Thing is, it doesn't forget. I'm not suggesting that we dwell on death. No, that would only consume and detract from living. Just think about it, make changes in your life, actions, reactions and just be, because as William Parrish and many others have come to realize
* ...years. Don't they go by in a blink?


*quotes from http://www.imdb.com 

So close yet so far away

How would you describe technology? Words like innovative, cutting edge, inspiring, eye opening come to mind.  Imagine what life was without it? Many of us have had the privilege of watching technology evolve. From rotary phones, typewriters with ribbons and telegrams to Internet, Smart Phones, IPads, Laptops, WI-FI and GPS. Countless ways to connect; Access to an abundance of knowledge. Truly the information highway. So what's wrong with it? Nothing. Technology boasts achievements and incredible discoveries in all realms.  We have so much available at our fingertips and look forward to even more innovation. For that we should embrace what it offers. I can't help though but notice that beneath the surface something has changed.  As connected as we all are globally, it seems we have become disconnected universally. See, it's not the tool, it's the user. We've adopted a behaviour that skews the essence of technology. Emails have replaced conversations, texts demand immediate attention, high speed has diminished our patience and all the social tools have created a hierarchy based on how many followers, friends, likes, views and klout we have. We mingle physically in places like work, school and stores but we aren't present.  Even when our phones are set to silence, the vibrator or red flashing light beckons us.  It's managed to infiltrate every nook and cranny of our lives and knows no boundary of time.  We are expected to be responsive, flexible and available, doling out precious moment after moment to 'quickly' resolve an issue or answer a question. As we continue to broaden our network those precious moments dwindle and without even noticing it, the din of technology has replaced the whispers of life.  Uninterrupted conversations, peaceful walks, lingering hugs, kisses, gazes, smiles...'aye there's the rub.' 

I'll hand it over to William Shakespeare whose words compel us to think.

To be or not to be (Hamlet)

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

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Blurred Lines

For many years my perception of life was very much black and white. My peripherial vision was shadowed and things were manageable because they were easily compartmentalized. The space that I occupied in the world was minute and as long as I stayed on course everything would be fine. As I moved towards adulthood, my teenage mind was extremely persuasive. As long as I stuck to my morals and values, was true to my faith and followed all the elaborate dreams my little mind could concoct, what could go wrong? Everything yet nothing. With each challenge, heartbreak and disappointment I faced, I battled not so much with the problem but my perception of it and that person under the tangible shell. Little did I know that each circumstance was a test; sometimes repeated under a different guise, but nonetheless a test, that when the light bulb went on, became a milestone in my life. These awakenings did not happen overnight, no, no, they have taken years, decades in fact to accumulate. And so many, many years later, from a time that I thought I had it all figured out, a loving voice echoes in my head. That voice is of my grandmother. A woman who experienced the death of her mother at the tender age of six, lived through two world wars and the pain of poverty. In what was simplicity in her life, she was able to see things and craft words of wisdom that no scholar could. She knew well enough to pass those on to me. Although those words were spoken at a time that my young mind heard but could not process, there was definitley staying power. Those words have lingered, occassionally surfacing waiting to be validated. Now, at what I think may be the half way point of my life they finally make sense. All my convictions are now wavering (except my faith). I am humbled. Not regretful though, because that would negate all the valuable lessons I gained through each fall.
Everything is not black and white. You are probably expecting me to say it's all grey; sorry to disappoint but it's not grey either. It just is what it is. So I'll leave you with the most profound words my grandmother shared, "When I close my eyes that's when you will see." Translucent blurred lines.

Luck of the draw or is it?

Ever wonder about your 'lot in life?' I bet words like fate, destiny, chance and luck come to mind. I would also venture a guess that as far back as humans walked the earth, the question of how things are doled out has crossed everyone's mind. We have discussed it, compared experiences, studied it, written about it, over and over again, yet in the end does anyone really know? Some profess to know the 'secret' and the formula to achieving success and happiness.  In fact, we are bombarded with it everyday in some form or another. Yet in the end most of us continue to plug away, reaching for the dream and missing out on the most important part of life...living, embracing the beauty of everything and everyone around us and appreciating all the little successes we achieve every single day.  Yes, you read correctly, little successes every day.  So many gifts are overlooked from the simplicity of waking in the morning to the freedom to make a choice. Don't misunderstand me, I know that in our global village there are those that are suppressed, impoverished or battling an illness, which doesn't make for simplicity. Yet in that myriad of troubles are small yet significant achievements, like overcoming or forging through difficulties regardless of what is stacked up against them. Maybe we have it all wrong. We think we are given a talent so that we can become rich and famous, instead what if we are just meant to share it and leave an everlasting impression on another which in turn inspires them to do the same for someone else, and so on and so on and so on. Just a thought, nothing more.  I'm reminded of Saint Thomas Aquinas, a Dominican Friar, theologian and philosopher who spent his life teaching and writing theological and philosophical books, and was revered as a brilliant doctor of the church. Yet after a lifetime of being looked to for knowledge and wisdom he had a mystical experience and something changed. This led him to re-evaluate everything in his life and he said "All that I have written seems like straw compared to what has now been revealed to me." So let me ask you again, what do you think your lot in life is? Does it have anything to do with luck or chance? Something deep down inside tells me that it is much more than that. Everything and everyone has a purpose, and no matter how big or small that purpose is, if they don't fulfil it, we are all affected and it takes longer for us all to get to where we are going.

Everyone has a point

Still on the theme of fables, today I am reminded of one that has an incredible message.  The Point by Harry Nilsson is a story of a boy named Oblio who was the only round headed boy in Pointed Village where 'by law, everything and everyone had to have a point.' Oblio is forced to hide his pointless state by wearing a pointed hat so that he can be accepted in the community.  Eventually word gets around and people are willing to tolerate his 'nonconformity.' To Oblio's misfortune, an evil force who was dishonoured by Oblio in a game insists the King uphold the law of the pointless and banish Oblio and his dog Arrow. Off to the Pointless Forest they go only to find out that everyone there has a point. They meet and learn from all the creatures in the forest. One day they awaken to find a finger pointing to their destination. You probably know where this is going...yes, Oblio ends up at the Land of Point. He is welcomed back and shares what he learned; that everything has a point.  The evil Count refuses to allow Oblio to continue and rips off his hat only to discover that Oblio has a point on his head! With that revelation, the points on everyone and everything disappears.  Everyone is round except Oblio. Now we can dissect the story (which you can easily find by googling Oblio or The Point) but that's not the intent. The point (like how I'm tying it all in?) is that everyone has something to say and wants to be heard.  It's too easy to cut someone off when they are taking an exceptionally long time to get to the end of their story or inject your own thoughts so that the conversation then shifts to you. Sometimes the message they are trying to relay is not necessarily what they say; it's what they aren't saying.  So if I may suggest, the next time you are having a conversation, quiet your mind, because it is then and only then, that hearing becomes listening, seeing becomes perceiving and speaking becomes teaching. That's my point and I'm sticking to it.

The fourth little pig

What an interesting realm, fairy tales that is.  A place where fairies, goblins, elves, dwarfs, giants, evil witches, wolves and demons battle, good vs evil.  These fables or legends although written for children and often in rhyme, tell of the dark side of human nature. Yet they are read with enthusiasm and even sung.  Witches plotting to kill, slavery, wolves eating pigs...then the cartoons, lots of hunting going on, Elmer Fudd and the wabbit, Sylvester and Tweety, Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheepdog, and the ever infamous Wile E Coyote and Road Runner.  All survival of the fittest, ahem, smartest. We listened to the stories and watched the cartoons, over and over, laughing, repeating the fairy tales word for word, not really getting the deep moral lessons, yet, as we become adults, have families and pass the torch to our children, that's when the light goes on.  The fairy tales and cartoons are a way of softening the hard realities because what we will find, around the many corners we reach in our lives, there are witches, wolves, Elmer Fudd's and Wile E. Coyote's lurking. So the next time you hear 'Overture, cut the lights' or you open the cover the 'Once Upon a time,' pay close attention and let your imagination soar (because you can); add an eighth dwarf, incredible superhero or a fourth little pig, and who knows, you might discover something...well I'll leave that up to you.

Reality check

Do you have 'it'? You know, the X factor? Are you idol material? Got talent? A quick survey, how many of us love to reach for that idol status or watch those reaching? My guess is that there are quite a few of us. We seek support or encourage people, we are taken through a whirlwind of emotions and when the winner is announced we take pride in their success, or for the others, we shoulder their loss.  What's the allure? Before the show begins (or should I say the auditions), we wouldn't know that person if we met them on the street. Maybe we may even pass quick judgment on how they look or act.  Their story is our perceived story, until they are under the shining lights and center stage.  Then we assess, critique and neatly place them in the winning or losing category.  Their lives, as edited by the show, is out there for everyone to see.  Their plights, dreams and goals draw us in evoking some deep thinking in our own lives.  We become followers, quietly (or loudly) cheering on the underdog. Then once everyone is eliminated and there is only one left standing, we applaud, the curtain is drawn and we switch the channel to the next great show and rollercoaster ride.  I think that's the appeal, the ride.  Kind of forces us to reflect on our own talents and what we could bring to the world.   I don't believe there is anyone out there who doesn't love the accolades, the attention and the money.  But funny enough, it's not all these things that drive it.  The reality is that the internal motivator seems to boil down to two things, making someone we love proud and not disappointing them.   So next time you are singing or dancing at a party and people are oohing and aahing, then your loved one says, 'you're really good, you should audition for...' just smile and know that for that moment you 'have it.'

It's all in your head

October 10th was World Mental Health Day. A day that promoted awareness and discussions around mental health issues. The WHO (World Health Organization) is concerned that there is not enough resources or investment in mental health. So what defines mental illness? WHO's definition is 'a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being, and not merely the absence of disease.' With that said, then I need help and I think it is safe to say that many millions of people are in the same boat. If I could be so bold as to define mental health I would say 'a state of physical, mental and social well being that doesn't have you standing on the ledge.' Achieving a healthy mental state is near impossible. Too many things, people and problems to deal with. Yes we say we are fine, but the broken sleep, addictive behaviours, disjointed relationships and self 'beating up' would say differently. Rather then try to achieve complete physical, mental and social well-being, why not strive to find peace with what you are dealt. That's a tough one because you actually have to step into the moment see everything for what it is and accept it. As Charles R. Swindoll once said, 'Life's 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.' So what do you think? Is it all in your head?

Misunderstood

Is it all in my head? Am I who they believe I am? Crazy. What’s that smell? Must be vanilla, such a pacifying scent; goes with the room. Lovely lavender walls, a hint of beige; the faux finish gives it a contemporary look. The camel coloured sofa is a little too soft. I’m sinking, sinking in its leather embrace. Hush, here they come. They’re sly you know, soft leather shoes; doors light as a feather, yet unyielding; swing open rapidly, close lightly; the plush carpet absorbing…noise. Good try, but I hear them. I hear their whispers, their crisp, cotton lab coat, brushing as their arms swing about. Just a second, was that a blackberry ringing? Neat ringtone, but could be annoying. The wolves have arrived.

Their pleasantries are getting tiresome. How are you? How do you think I am? My every word, my every move, my silence, my stillness, they are all out there ready for inspection. It’s my mind they’re trying to understand. They’ll never get it though, you know why? I’m smart, actually borderline genius. So what if I have some, let’s see how would they phrase it, psychosis? Doesn’t everyone? Is it so wrong to develop coping mechanisms? According to them, yes; that’s why I have been jarred and labelled abnormal; an odd term, to them I fall under the category of unusual, strange, maybe even eccentric, quietly though, not out loud for me to hear.

I don’t agree with this prognosis. What defines abnormal? The three of you sitting across from me in your high wing backed chairs ever so imposing. You really look much bigger in your chair then in real life you know. Okay, okay, so let’s meet our panel. First we have Dr. Obsessive Compulsive, you keep clicking that pen, one, two, three; one, two three; pause, pause, pause; one, two three… It’s our little secret. Our second judge is home grown; please give a round of applause to, Dr. Inferiority Complex. You’re not really as tough as you want us to believe now are you? It isn’t easy to be the only female in this unit of doctors, especially when you have to work with the one and only esteemed Dr. Belligerent Thinker; black or white, no grey.

But let’s get back to me. You want to have a tour of my mind? Well, I haven’t had time to clean but your most welcome. I know, I know, it’s a little tricky to get around, watch your step…that memory has been giving me lots of trouble, it’s a tough stain to get off, cleansers, sprays, spit and polish, just doesn’t seem to work.

Please have a seat. Do you like how I decorated? Probably could use a little light, maybe another coat of paint. But that’s not why you’re here is it?

Follow me; the first closet is on the right. I’d save that one for last if I were you. I’ve got to tell you also to be on the lookout for my dog, Spot. I haven’t house broken him yet, so he may be a little energetic. Oh, then there is also my houseguest, Pandora, a little wacky at times, or maybe just curious.

I need to replace the furniture, but you know how it is to part with things, waste not, want not; or is it that the stuff has sentimental value? There is an upstairs, but I haven’t ventured there for a number of days. Something spooked me while I was sitting quietly minding my business. Not sure if it was a spider or a ghost, paranoia or phobia? Some of the closets on the left are stock piled with stuff. I really should have a garage sale soon. I just can’t seem to part with my memories.

What’s that? More questions? I’d be more than happy to oblige. Hmmmm… interesting formula, I learned that back in my days of geometry and calculus, the correct answer would be, x=173621. English is one of my strongest suits. Really you should stop ending your sentences with a dangling participle. History? Why is it called history, shouldn’t it be ourstory? He was never a President. Up there in the Eskimo country we call them Prime Ministers, eh? Must we really discuss geography now? Don’t you have some of those delightful blotches that you call pictures to show me?

It’s getting kind of stuffy in here, someone want to crack open a window? Right, there are no windows. No sharp corners, ropes, utensils or mirrors, can’t give a girl the opportunity to be creative. You all need to lighten up a little and maybe things won’t be so intense in here.

Sure I’ll answer another, I have a lifetime, I think. I like moonlit walks on the beach, jazz and my favourite colour is purple. Bachelor number three, what’s your question. Tough crowd when I can’t even get a chuckle.

Laughter is the best medicine; I stand corrected Prozac is the best medicine. Helps to erase the grey matter and clearly define the lines. By the way, the next time you come to visit my mind, and I know there will be a next time, remind me to show you the pattern I picked out for my dishes. Did I mention that my basement is finished? Took me years to complete, but it was worth it in the end. Splashes of anxiety, throw blankets woven with regrets and uncertainty, only the best carpet made of twisted thoughts, and paintings forever telling stories of, well you’ll just have to see for yourself. I’ll answer one more question and then I really must get on with the rest of my day.

Voices you say? I knew that would come back and bite me in the as… Let’s get one thing clear they are not satanic voices urging me to rid the world of people like you, or anyone for that matter. Also, they aren’t personalities floating within my sub-conscious gnawing at the bit to take over my body. Oh contraire, I’ve actually given these voices names. There’s the voice of Rachel Reason, Amy Anger, Carol Compassion, Jade Jealous... Do you see a pattern developing here? Probably not, that would be too simple.

We’re done; is that for good or for now? You all look more confused now then you did when you arrived. What if you all join me on the sofa? That’s better, nice and cosy, easy to relate at this level, eh?

Allow me to summarize, I’m not schizophrenic, my personalities are just way too passive to come out and say hello. I’m not a manic-depressive; sure I cry and have absolutely horrid days that just make me want to scream, who doesn’t? I’m not emotionally unstable; there are days my emotions get the best of me, but rest assured, I get them back. You can look in all you’re A-Z medical dictionaries and through all your books on human behaviour, psychosis, phobias, paranoia’s, paranormals (?), just making sure you’re listening. I’m probably a little of everything and none at the same time, or maybe, this just might be a stretch, just maybe, I’m a little misunderstood.

Write what you mean, Mean what you write

There is no magic formula to writing.  Yes, there is the technical side, the use of nouns, verbs, adjectives, punctuation and tenses correctly which helps you to articulate your thoughts, but the content, is a totally different ballgame.  Reading masterpieces such as Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Fitzgerald, Eliot and Twain, the literature is impeccable, most importantly though, the message is distinct.  I'll be the first to admit, and I believe I am in the company of many, at some point in my writing career, I have tried to emulate these great writers only to end up with a piece of writing that is suspect. Which brings me to a creed worth following.  Write what you mean and mean what you write.  Can't say it any simpler.  Don't get distracted from what you know, feel and what you want to tell the world.  Stick to your convictions.  When you do both, there will be no ambiguity in your message.  Try practicing the 24 hour rule. Once you have written your piece, walk away and don't sit with it for a least 24 hours. You will be amazed how a fresh sets of eyes catches errors and incongruencies. Done that a number of times and ended up deleteing more than I would have liked.  That's the beauty of writing.  So how do you know when you have it right?  It's kind of like an epiphany, you just know.

In the company of greatness

What or who inspires you? What do you aspire to do or be?  Inspiration comes from a moment when the body and mind transcend all the noise that is constantly reverberating. It can be found in anything and can be perceived from something beautiful, awesome, devastating or unpleasant. It sparks emotions at a level that your entire being is overwhelmed, leaving a lasting impression.  It is that inspiration that finds its way into every creation and ultimately infuses inspiration into others.  Kind of like a domino effect, but instead it's a human effect. Moments of inspiration should not be ignored.  If they did, we would not have the great pieces from Michelangelo, Shakespeare, Mozart, Bach, the list is endless.   So be on the look out and seize those inspirations.  They may take you by surprise and slip away in an instant.  As much as you try to hold onto them, you can only commit the inspiration to memory and try not to let it get shuffled away into your sea of thoughts.  Often its those inspirations that drive your aspirations. Each day we have a choice to aspire; to be something better, greater, more compassionate, less controlling, less judgmental, kinder. Reach and aspire every day. Those who have achieved incredible goals or overcome monumental challenges are seen as an elite group, unattainable.  I beg to differ.  It's not a matter of magnitude in what you aspire to do, it's about making it count, and that is what puts you in the company of greatness.

Being true to your voice

In every form of art, there is a voice.  When we create, we need to be true to that voice.  Every message is relevant and when the art is genuine it easily touches the hearts and minds of others.  Take for example the concept of Harry Purple Monkey Dishwasher. When the idea was spoken, it came from the heart. It quickly took shape because it was fuelled by emotions and memories. A territory that cannot be judged or corrected. There is no black or white in this arena. Imagination does not need judgement to be validated. So back to Harry; the ideas flowed effortlessly and the story was crafted.  Although there were road blocks in bringing Harry to life, the core and message were untouched.  Why?  Because I didn't waiver from the essence of the character and journey he was embarking.  Some of the work needed tweaking but none of the work was compromised.  Being true to your voice is one of the greatest challenges in any creation.  Although others may say they can see your vision or have walked in your shoes, they don't see through your eyes and they are not the feet that carry you. Journey forward, listen to your voice and keep your imagination a close companion ... without it the strokes of the brush are blurred, the movement of dance is mechanical and the words on the page are simply strung together.  Your work will be loved by many and disliked by many others; but that's okay; that's what makes us all unique and why each piece that is created will reach out and speak loudly to some and whisper to others.

Staying in the moment

Everyone has experienced a power outage at some time or another.  It can be quite eerie, especially at night or in the early morning hours.  Not only are you surrounded by darkness but you are faced with an indescribable silence.  All the sounds that you have become accustomed to have been muted; except those in your mind.  Funny how they take center stage and reek havoc on your state of mind.  Thoughts that normally race by with little notice suddenly become loud and demanding.  Each one relishing your attention. The buddhists call it 'monkey mind' because most people have little control of those thoughts.  To achieve the ultimate silence and control requires a lot of time and discipline. Sure you can take up meditation at that point, but since the power outage may last only a few minutes or hours, why not just take the time and listen.  It doesn't take long to figure out what you are listening to is just a lot of meaningless chatter; but in that sea of noise are hidden gems.  Gems lost in a crowd of competing thoughts.  Enough thoughts to drown what could be an answer, solution or incredible idea.  Clearly the power outage (unless it goes on for days) doesn't afford you the time you need to uncover those gems; but don't fret, contrary to popular belief, you do have the power to take control.  Make your mind your friend and ally.  Start to walk around as though you are in a power outage.  Pay attention to your thoughts. Ask your mind to dig deep, past the countless pieces of information and open the gold mine of possibilities.  Think positive, creative, loving, peaceful thoughts and the universe will align itself with you; and before you know it, you will be crafting something amazing and meaningful.  So pick up your chosen tool of creation and wow the world.

The Colours of Writing

What is your shade of writing? Remember back in the 70's when the mood ring was all the rage? Made of liquid crystals with quartz stones, the ring would change colour in response to the wearer's body temperature. Each colour defined the mood for the world to see.  So what does this have to do with writing? Like any artistic creation, writing comes from a place that is intangible. When thought has met with paper, each piece is neatly labelled in some type of genre so that the reader knows upfront the path they will be lead.  Necessary for the reader, but not the only thing. If one digs deeper, is it fiction, or, let's just pick a colour, is it red fiction.  What mood stirred the writer and can that be translated through the work. Sure, sure, we want to tell a great tale, but take away all the pageantry, what do we really want to achieve?  To inspire and to leave a marked impression that will linger and maybe even create a spark in someone's life.  Ah, the complexity, yet simplicity of art.  Whether it commands a tear or smile, the shade of writing is what will leave a lasting mood.

Putting yourself out there

It's funny, we take such great pleasure in crafting stories, drawing images, writing songs, choreographing dances, acting or pursuing sports, but in the end it's all met with trepidation.  Why? When we share what we create or have practiced for endless hours, we open ourselves to critiques, opinions and advice. We delight in positive reactions and we question ourselves when we receive harsh reviews. In most cases, we take the feedback and try to make it better.  In other cases we abandon it all together.  Many a time we have to convince ourselves that one negative opinon is not necessarily the opinions of the masses; but often times that one opinion needs countless reassurances to rebuild the confidence. Regardless of what we create and how much self satisfaction we get out if it, we ultimately seek acceptance. Our work is an extension of ourselves and when we present it to the world, we are putting ourself out there and being exposed to nay sayers.  So what do we do about it? We keep pursuing our passion. We continue to fashion our art, weave our tales and hone our skills; and through it all we feel the intangible reward of touching another life and stirring emotions.