On its continuous circle back to the sea . . .
On its continuous circle back to the sea . . .
As you know, I love words and phrases and the way people construct ideas. Sometimes it’s extremely creative, and other times, well, it gives me a nice laugh.
And, I’m back with another set of buzzwords for the workplace.
So, the new terms for today are “Micromoves,” Productive Distraction,” and “Arrival Fallacy.”
There is a sort of calm that takes over as twilight turns to night sky.
As the sun sets, the nuclear fuel driving the shifting breezes subsides. The towering tree branches no longer swaying back and forth. Releasing their grips with neighboring limbs. As if some inaudible song had reached the outro of its final chorus and the dancers now return to their seats. Resting their mighty legs for tomorrows gyrations.
It’s been said that in order to write, one must read. And I get it. Not only do you learn how to compose by seeing other styles of writing and how words flow together, but you get ideas. And there are lots of ideas floating about out there.
Yesterday, my post was about the need to get back out into Nature to promote both our physical and mental health. What constituted the path to true happiness. The outward journey to inner healing.
So I felt the need to balance that today with this quote about the inward journey. This is the toughest journey of all. And it’s something we often try to avoid. It can be a scary trek, but it’s also the most rewarding. Making contact with our spiritual selves. Without all of the distractions from the external world.
The quote is spot on. Sometimes people lose themselves. They become automatons. Traversing the same trails every day. Speaking in clichés. Allowing platitudes to fill the mind. Avoiding self-examination.
A little time spent in quiet meditation every day is a step to getting back in touch with our real selves. Unplug from the technological world. Disconnect from the external illusion and find your authentic soul.
Photo: I chose this pic because this isolated cabin in the Ozark mountains is a good analogy to our inner selves. Yes, in the material world it’s an external physical structure, but it can symbolically serve to represent our inner consciousness. Our soul. Our particle of awareness. Our gift from the Source.
It is surrounded by a vast external world of distraction and illusion where we often flee.
Come home and relax for a spell. Sit by the fireplace. Reconnect with your spiritual self. Expand your consciousness.
I actually stayed in this little cabin a few years back. It was a great place to get back to Nature. Away from the frenetic pace of modernity. And away from our self-generated hubris. Not only a place to heal in the outdoors, but a place to make that inward journey in peace and solitude.
I captured this image when I was on one of my hikes in the Northwest. High desert wildflowers were everywhere.
Many were flowers I had not seen before, like this one. Many others seem to be common all over the states.
I always wonder what evolutionary adaptations these plants have made to thrive in the area where they live. Is it the altitude, or the days’ photoperiods, or the temperature, or the elements in the soil, or the amount of precipitation? All combining to produce something with just the right colors and the perfect perfume to attract the pollinators that will ensure their reproduction.
And they interlink in the complex fabric of life so they help ensure other species’ survival. Even our own 🙂
I’ve been seeing a lot of articles and postings on the Net lately about Millennials. And a lot of it is very derogatory and carries an overall tone of blame. Blame for what? Apparently, there is a blame game now where if it looks like you’ll be delayed in reaching some of society’s dictated milestones, such as marriage, children, and owning a home, then you are defective.
In fact, people falling in this category are more than just defective. They are downright utter failures. And those in this generation acquiring a higher education are also called fools for racking up student loan debt.
Of course, if you visit the pages like LinkedIn, the general tone is that if you’re having difficulty achieving the American Dream, regardless of who you are but especially if you’re a Millennial, it’s because you are incompetent and lazy and simply haven’t learned to pull yourself up by your bootstraps. It’s also assumed that you do not know how to prioritize your purchasing power and always spend beyond your means.
If you were only like the commentator who walked 20 miles to school each day, uphill, both ways, and forwent buying so much as a candy bar until they could afford to buy a falling apart car with the money they earned mowing lawns and doing other odd jobs until they became a self-made . . . blah, blah, blah . . . judgmental bigot?
I find such types of gross over-generalizations to be pretty ignorant.
It’s hard to describe,
truly meeting someone.
When eyes open,
A special soul,
But there were many separations.
Space-time matrices to traverse,
Two nurturing souls.
A mystical wonderland.
Alive and pulsating.
An endless flood of sensation.
Then a withering flame.
A magical land,
Turned landscape of loneliness.
The dichotomy of dissonance.
With heart-tie gone,
There could be no gravity.
The mark on the map
was never the journey’s end.
The geography was never Earthbound.
The destination was her . . .
Photo: From light years ago. A special flame.
It’s one of those days where the words should just be flowing, but they aren’t. The idea list looks boring too. And a fresh blanket of snow makes outdoor activities less probable.
A day of confusion.
Computer files aren’t compatible or won’t open. It’s as if the desktop is having the same brain fog as I am.
“Reality” is a word I find troubling. For one, it implies that we have a basic and comprehensive understanding of some situation or event or location or person. But generally speaking, we don’t.
We have limited perceptions. They are limited by our senses and by our interpretation of events based upon our past experience.
That word “reality” also seems to carry with it the concepts of being finite and permanent. When in “reality” nothing could be finite or permanent. Everything, and everyone, is in a state of constant flux. Change. Ever morphing into the next transition.
I dislike beginning another blog with a chant about being absent for a while, but there it is. I’ve not been here. I’ve been elsewhere.
But where is “elsewhere?”
I kind of like that word. In fact, if I ever incorporated a township, that’s what I’d name it – Elsewhere. And everyone would be invited to go there and take a mental vacation. And better yet, while you were there you could conjure up any type of reality you desired. The only limits would be the boundaries of your imagination.
Actually, I think we are all in Elsewhere every day.
Photo: Jenny Lake at Grand Teton National Park. The Shoshones called this mountain range “Teewinot” – the many pinnacles.”
Every angle, every nuance of light and shadow, every frame in the mind’s eye – different worlds. From the grains of sand on the shoreline, the wooded tails, the mountain peaks – all Universes within themselves.
As you look in the distance, the scene is not only majestic, it is infinite. There are no borders, there is no time.
In fact, these are very young mountains in terms of geological time 🙂