Eliminate the conscious mind

Do that, and everything should be alright.

When we over think, over analyze, especially as we are in the midst of an activity (like life, for example) then we gum up the works. We pull ourselves rudely out of the flow.

When we disengage the conscious mind, we begin to feel the right, natural progression of events that is there, available for all of us, if only we'll simply "be", taking the ride as it was intended.

My hands shake at times. Not really advancing age, I don't think, because they've done so for years, even when I was a young boy. But now, when I focus on breathing, deep into the lungs, into the belly, breath all the way down into my toes as I was once instructed in Tae Kwon Do, then my body calms, the shakes dissipate and disappear. As I enter the flow, the battle between my conscious mind and the inevitability of life as it really is ceases, and that battle is, I believe, the source of the tension that runs riot in my nervous system, shaking my hands.

The universe is infused with energy . . . check that . . . the universe IS energy. Breath that in all the way down to your toes and I think you will like the result, brothers and sisters!

Happy Birthday to Me!

Yeah, right! Happy? Well, I guess things could be tremendously worse (no, I don't guess, I know) but what is there to celebrate about hitting 45? Nothing in my book. The celebration shouldn't be about any one particular day, it should be about every day. Another day above ground as they say. A day to try and do a little good in the world, have a little fun, and do the best job you can (piss-poor though it may be) showing those that you love just how much you really do love them

I've been reading a little Dalai Llama of late, and he talks alot about achieving peace and harmony within oneself, hopefully to project that outward onto the world.

I'll set that aside as my birthday gift to me on this, the 45th anniversary of my birth.

Colds, and other Evil in this World

I have a cold.

Head filled. Sinuses pulsing. Eyes watering.

Down in my chest now. The wracking cough. Torso so tight it feels like it may split open at the next sneeze.

Lethargy. A generally dismal outlook.

If I could, I would wage all out war against the virus. Damnable thing, wreaking such repetitive havoc in the lives of most every creature to ever grace the face of the earth. Vile bloodsucker. Find your own way in the world, damnable (brainfart here - - insert the word for someone who lives off of, and at the expense of another).

But things could be worse. At lease I get to take Nyquil and sleep for 12 hours!