Liking is a lot better than wanting….

When I am scared of dying, all I want to do is live.

Liking life seems like a part of love you can’t do without, but it is a struggle.

Sometimes wanting seems downright addictive: with cravings and withdrawals.

I tend to need a little adversity in my life to really work out the part I like.

That’s why I believe in change.

Change is risky, I need to face my fear and go for it.

Wouldn’t life be wonderful, a dash of change and some struggle with the wants, discover a little like and move onto live and loving….

There seems to be more life floating around than anyone knows what to do with!

Looking Out For Number One

It may appear a little surreal…

To do no harm, one need look no farther than them self.

It is a point of view that may be hard to read in certain circumstances.

Therefore, put yourself first, do no harm to yourself.

For example, maintain your health with the basic routine of looking after your sleep, exercise, work, nutrition, education…

In this sense, you are better able to respond when change and challenges arise in your life.

In this sense, you are doing less harm to others.

Global celebrations to mark Dalai Lama’s 85th birthday

Despite the restrictions imposed by the coronavirus pandemic, Dr. Lobsang Sangay, President of Central Tibetan Administration (CTA), headquartered in this northern Indian hill station, on Friday said there will be no shortage of celebrations for the birthday of Tibet’s most esteemed leader.
— Read on economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/politics-and-nation/global-celebrations-to-mark-dalai-lamas-85th-birthday/articleshow/76639176.cms

A year of gratitude sounds like a good idea for starting a journal…

There are bound to be observation with such a focus, also the Dalai Lama may appear in the world from time to time, and in his honour and in the spirit of celebration, an entry about or around his activity may be done.

Insights from the Dalai Lama are great prompts for an entry.

Our own day to day struggles may need a place to be written time to time.

And the above link will give all those fans and followers more news of the Dalai Lama and his 85 birthday celebration!

There Is A Hole In My Soul (and all of humanity)

Another day….

My rules are simple:  practice the proper use of impressions:

Don’t act on desire,

Attempt to act on aversion,

And do no harm.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty, and that is all.

Do my best, each moment, each day….

It is a struggle to balance life when practicing these principles in all my affairs.

There is so much I have no control over.

At the core of my belief system is a big issue for me (and all of humanity).

I have a hole in my soul.

But I must not act on its impulsive nature.

I must let (the impulse) go.

Processing Our Senses Through Our Minds

We have access to a plethora of information. Some are just a cross section, made up, and or regurgitated from the recesses of the mind.

We have experience, thoughts, actions, beliefs. They all permeate the changing remote stable and unstable recesses of our mind.

Simply to take trips through the lens of our senses are not enough to express the organic experience.

Consciousness is the result of our conscious mind working with our unconscious or subconscious mind.

To pose the question in a relative way, “How does the human body regulate itself?”

The answer is complex at best, but to examine fine quality questions, may point to an attractive image, what is really going on in the arena we call consciousness?

The terms of reference for this essay, relies on stream of consciousness, consciousness, sub-consciousness, unconsciousness and the idea of how the mind really works.

To put any order to our thoughts we rely heavily on the brain, the mind is just a social construct to help communicate about what is happening in the brain itself. Then we really need to put a lot of structure in place, mostly this structure is expressed physically as what we perceive from our senses, what we learn from experience and what we learn using our faculties.

We like to think, feel, act, and believe in a hodgepodge way.

We impose order on it to make end products. We have produced a method of learning called science, but there are many studies of knowledge from various fields within science and without.

In the final analysis, it is sure to be a combination of body parts like the functions of the brain, but we process the senses in many debatable ways. How we experience is another debate.

Obviously, it is hard to come to any consensus on this topic of consciousness, it is probably happening in a singular way in each person. Collectively we are dependant upon communication methods like cooperation and collaboration. But nothing is that simple.

I believe consciousness is a combination of all the above. Yet science is beginning to explore the question. Many believe the new science is some kind of matrix. For now, I base it on my own experience, my own balanced state of mind and current acceptable science.

That’s not to say I am a mad hatter, but it is a fascinating problem, what is consciousness?

Adult Colouring…

No it’s not porn!

It is a form of play therapy for a frazzled adult like me.

I like geometric shapes and designs.

I like a simple pattern.

My tools are colour pencils, lined paper, black pen, ruler (geometry sets are great too) and a journal entry.

Depending on my state of mind, I use a structure that best supports it.

When I feel rested and relieved in a balanced state of mind, I consider the exercise a success.

A half hour session is usually enough.

The Evolution Of Death

To dance at the precipice will led you to the great fall.

The age of the individual is respected in the best way possible.

Yet, we blame the old, infirm, and the disability.

How can we create life from ashes?

It is true that we blame death itself, the old scoundrel.

We are being forced to be more responsible to outlive the very things that disrupt and shorten our lives.

Now we see death as a motivator.

Perhaps, the wait and see attitude towards that aneurism of life will make me see my provocateurs.

Does not death have a partner whom we call life?

Becoming to terms with death, may sound confusing to the uninitiated, but to face a fear like this one only evokes sorrows.

First we have denial, anger, blame…

Is that it, the eventual acceptance or the usual kicking and screaming that occurs at deaths door?

Set new limits, embrace the partners equally in their turn, express it all, grief, pain, anguish and much much more…

Ode To The Surreal

Oh universe, let me see bellow your panties.

The farmer got drunk last night and ran his undershorts up the flagpole.

How often does war evoke the words ‘dirty panties’?

Yes, says the universe, we can not see what lies behind the facade.

Farmers are the Shepards of the world’s food supplies.

War can not conquer love.

Let me see!

Drunk last night,

The blank page is no more.

So, be damned the logic that suffocates the wise and passionate, who love life like a family.

And, let the juxtaposition of images wrench all from their complacencies.

Stand up, wake up, get going!

The Four Seasons

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Vivaldi wrote his concertos in the spirit of the universal.

You know that catchy program music you can’t get out of your head,

Back in the day, the revolution, produced some pretty original sounds.

Life itself is being programmed for all to ‘see’.