A tornado of thought is unleashed after each new insight.
This in turn results in an earthquake of assumptions.
These are natural disasters that re-shape the spirit.
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Monday, November 08, 2010
Love Potion
Once upon a time, a young man obtained a magic love potion and gave it to the young woman he loved.
The next day she left him.
Don’t worry about either one of them.
The next day she left him.
Don’t worry about either one of them.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
The Hat of Inspiration
When you need a bit of inspiration, put on a hat.
And now imagine what it would be like to wear this hat every day. Imagine how the hat might change you, if you had to wear it always and could never take it off.
Now take off the hat.
Aren't you glad you can?
And now imagine what it would be like to wear this hat every day. Imagine how the hat might change you, if you had to wear it always and could never take it off.
Now take off the hat.
Aren't you glad you can?
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Tough Times
When tough times come, it is particularly important to offset them with much gentle softness.
Be a pillow.
Be a pillow.
Friday, November 05, 2010
Motion Sensors
We are all glorified motion sensors.
Some things only become visible to us when they undergo change.
We take for granted all the constant, fixed things, and eventually stop paying any attention to them. At the same time we observe and obsess over small, fast-moving, ephemeral things of little value.
The trick to rediscovering constants is to stop and focus on the greater panorama around us. While everything else flits abut, the important things remain in place.
Their stillness appears as reverse motion to our perspective, as relativity resets our motion sensors. It reboots us, allowing us once again to perceive.
And now that we do see, suddenly we realize that those still things are not so motionless after all. They are simply gliding with slow individualistic grace against the backdrop of the immense universe.
And it takes a more sensitive motion instrument to track this.
Some things only become visible to us when they undergo change.
We take for granted all the constant, fixed things, and eventually stop paying any attention to them. At the same time we observe and obsess over small, fast-moving, ephemeral things of little value.
The trick to rediscovering constants is to stop and focus on the greater panorama around us. While everything else flits abut, the important things remain in place.
Their stillness appears as reverse motion to our perspective, as relativity resets our motion sensors. It reboots us, allowing us once again to perceive.
And now that we do see, suddenly we realize that those still things are not so motionless after all. They are simply gliding with slow individualistic grace against the backdrop of the immense universe.
And it takes a more sensitive motion instrument to track this.
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Thursday, November 04, 2010
The Point of Light
The star is a tiny point of light in the deep that is the night heavens. Its distant neighbors are more distant than the farthest thing on earth we know.
The star is surrounded by an infinite number of other stars in a stream of light that is the galaxy.
The galaxy is a point of light and its closest neighbors are other galaxies in a cluster.
The galactic cluster is a point of light forming a sea of membranes and strings wound and coiled inward and outward.
The strings and membranes recede into a point of light that is but one in a shower of the sparks hitting the grate of your fireplace.
You blink.
The star is surrounded by an infinite number of other stars in a stream of light that is the galaxy.
The galaxy is a point of light and its closest neighbors are other galaxies in a cluster.
The galactic cluster is a point of light forming a sea of membranes and strings wound and coiled inward and outward.
The strings and membranes recede into a point of light that is but one in a shower of the sparks hitting the grate of your fireplace.
You blink.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Sugar and Salt
Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things.
Love is the same way.
Use it to “season” people.
Love is the same way.
Use it to “season” people.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
The Master of the Garden
The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds.
If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.
If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.
Monday, November 01, 2010
In the Plains
In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it.
There is no one to water it either.
There is no one to water it either.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Darkness and Radiance
The autumn wind blows numbing cold and twilight paints the evening indigo.
The orange carved pumpkin sits on the windowsill, grinning like the moon’s strange cousin, and its teeth are flames.
Don’t be afraid.
You carry our own heat inside you, and it is stronger than anything.
In the closing darkness, radiate the sunflower-golden warmth and put the Jack-o’-Lantern to shame . . .
The orange carved pumpkin sits on the windowsill, grinning like the moon’s strange cousin, and its teeth are flames.
Don’t be afraid.
You carry our own heat inside you, and it is stronger than anything.
In the closing darkness, radiate the sunflower-golden warmth and put the Jack-o’-Lantern to shame . . .
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Fascination
Fascination can lead us into really strange places.
Some are marvelous, some are dangerous, some are fascinating in themselves.
Fascination is one of the many faces of inspiration. It is the first glimmer of the great shining golden hoard just around the corner . . .
Just be prepared to find fool’s gold most of the time.
Some are marvelous, some are dangerous, some are fascinating in themselves.
Fascination is one of the many faces of inspiration. It is the first glimmer of the great shining golden hoard just around the corner . . .
Just be prepared to find fool’s gold most of the time.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Mobile Riches
It's easier for a rich man to ride that camel through the eye of a needle directly into the Kingdom of Heaven, than for some of us to give up our cell phone.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Indirect
Never look directly at the sun.
Instead, look at the sunflower.
Instead, look at the sunflower.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Exception to the Rules
To every rule there is an exception—and an idiot ready to demonstrate it.
Don't be the one!
Don't be the one!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Vegetable Secret
No one hates vegetables.
Instead, everyone hates to eat boringly prepared, bland, sterile, flavorless, washed-out, unseasoned food.
The vegetables are crying out to you:
“Spice me up! Pour interesting sauce over me! Mate me with compatible flavors! Put me in worthy recipes! Treat me as a worthy main course, not an afterthought side dish! Oh, and enough with that dull horrid steaming already!”
Listen to the vegetables.
Then, prepare to be amazed.
Instead, everyone hates to eat boringly prepared, bland, sterile, flavorless, washed-out, unseasoned food.
The vegetables are crying out to you:
“Spice me up! Pour interesting sauce over me! Mate me with compatible flavors! Put me in worthy recipes! Treat me as a worthy main course, not an afterthought side dish! Oh, and enough with that dull horrid steaming already!”
Listen to the vegetables.
Then, prepare to be amazed.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Urban Unicorn
The unicorn flickers in and out of your field of vision. It is white, or possibly steel.
Watch from the corner of your eye as it soars past the cars and the landmarks, as the streets unfold and the buildings tower.
The unicorn cannot fly.
But it moves faster than you can imagine, creating the illusion.
No one else can see it but you. And even you may not see it again, unless you feel the same moment of perfect clarity that allowed you to remember everything—to hum the perfect song and pronounce the unicorn's true name.
And discover yours.
Watch from the corner of your eye as it soars past the cars and the landmarks, as the streets unfold and the buildings tower.
The unicorn cannot fly.
But it moves faster than you can imagine, creating the illusion.
No one else can see it but you. And even you may not see it again, unless you feel the same moment of perfect clarity that allowed you to remember everything—to hum the perfect song and pronounce the unicorn's true name.
And discover yours.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
The Best Things
The best things—both material and intangible—in life are earned.
But occasionally certain unexpected good things come to us as a rare and precious gift, almost out of the blue.
How does that work?
To find out, give a small heartfelt gift to someone, today.
But occasionally certain unexpected good things come to us as a rare and precious gift, almost out of the blue.
How does that work?
To find out, give a small heartfelt gift to someone, today.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Playing
There’s a difference between playing and playing games.
The former is an act of joy, the latter—an act.
The former is an act of joy, the latter—an act.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Regardless of Season
If you feed the birds and squirrels regardless of season, if you set out a dish for the possums and the raccoons when the weather intensifies, you are the secret master of the world.
Don’t tell anyone how it works. They may only figure it out for themselves.
Don’t tell anyone how it works. They may only figure it out for themselves.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Maps
Maps are things of magic.
You look at the world flattened into two dimensions on paper, and yet imagine it in infinite layers, directions, and transparencies.
What is a map of a human being?
The palm of your hand.
You look at the world flattened into two dimensions on paper, and yet imagine it in infinite layers, directions, and transparencies.
What is a map of a human being?
The palm of your hand.
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