anamnesis

Before you turn on the tv, before you check your mail or facebook, before you surf the web and passively consume even more trivial cud for the mind... create something. Write in your journal while your mind is not yet filtering all the triggers from the external world, when you can explore the moment a little deeper and with less reactivity. Draw a picture, work on a project, do something. Express something. Move some energy out into the world and make some space. You've been a good little sponge up to now, it's time to start squeezing something out.You'll feel much better. Lighter. Creatively engaged. Trust me.

... to have something different than what we've always had, we have to trade, like our native ancestors knew. There is always an exchange. We can't get something for nothing, we have to give up something we own, to get something we don't. We have to give up something we are to be something else. If there is something we wish to receive, we should think of what we must offer in return. Even our breath, tells us so. As we give, so shall we receive, this is not a moral code, it's the mechanism of the universe. And to draw some new cards, better to our liking, we may need to discard a few...

Reality. What a blast. Got these funny vehicles we call bodies, funny things called brains that like to try to solve problems with thinking and seek pleasure like good organisms should. We're riding the waves of existence with infinite possibilities, so what do we do. What do we do...

as I reduce my possessions to a small and efficient set of qualitative choices, I will also strive to release the baggage accumulated with my identity, so in both respects I can move more freely and lightly in the world, inside and out "I clean out all excess clutter in my life. I phase out all trash. I give away my neglected things that others may use them. I make room for the many, many blessings coming my way. I joyfully bestow my blessings by sharing my excess abundance with others. And, as the useless and the unwanted depart, I experience the freedom and the lightness of an unburdened life. What then comes in to fill the void spaces will be a joy and a delight."

If I wasn't aware of it -it's new to me- is my definition of news. Yet a collective... (group? weirdly normalized demographic? meme herd?) ...races to limits of jittering (GO away spell checker with your red squigly furloughs!)(but thanks for the help with "furloughs") attention spans to the edge of know the instant something is known, and deride those arriving late with derivatives or repostings, a day, or perhaps hours later. Your channel policies may vary. My personal news sphere works a little more chilled. Since it's all history anyway, it may be years old and still be relevant. Maybe even more so. Like this young man who seems to know what's going on in his country, much to the surprise of the news media crew. It's an intelligence politicians try to marginalize or ostracize and all those other tricky social instrumentation functions that reduce the chance that they will be listened to by the law of large numbers. Us small numbers don't matter, ...

An underlying sense, always at the baseline of being, that everything is ok, and everything will always be ok. Getting as excited, worried, joyful, depressed in the moment as much as we like, but always at the core of our being, when we return, is this vibration, this bigger picture than our little self that doesn't know what's going on, and fears the worst, or thinks the best will last forever, if it can only catch it for good this time. And it's ok -that we're running amok, because we are so much larger and so much more than these monkey minds and primate hearts, that we are almost bemused spectators to the antics of our attachments. And this is not a running away, it's a making a space for us to participate fully but it doesn't define us. We are not of any of our experiences. It's not a new skill, it's been with us all along, we just never gave it much thought, but we notice one day there's always been this part of our awareness that's ...

 Speaking into the void. A black hole. Even read by a million eyes through-out history and beyond, any missive, any form of expression, communication, is only received, only processed for a flash in time and then  *poof*  it is gone from any individual mind. Only in the collective is its relevance. Visiting kin in the South while growing up I was privy to warm nights like blankets and the smell of growing earth in open fields of fireflies. Like fire flowers on the stalks of long grass. We collected them bare-foot, in jars, on magical dusks. The few captured we released, after close scrutiny. Maybe a worse for the wear. Information today reminds me of these fireflies. The best hope a burst could have would be to trigger or resonate with something larger in the psyches of the reader or viewer. Words take up with the thinking mind, but they can trigger the feeling mind and even create images or things like images. portraits maybe. we don't have the words for aggregates ...