May 092015
 

ManMicrophoneThe first time I saw her she was sitting cross-legged on the hood of a police car in the parking lot of the county jail.
Indian style we would have called it when I was a kid, back before using group descriptors as the adjectives they are was considered taboo.
I considered asking which term she preferred.
Unable to decide if that sounded like the worst pick-up line in history or exactly the type of insightful query that would pique her interest I moved on.

The second time I saw her she was trudging through three feet of still falling snow.
Only her eyes were visible. Peeking out from the layers of cloth she had swaddled herself in to hold off the freezing winter.
I considered offering her a ride.
Unable to decide if that sounded like a serial killer seeking his next victim or exactly the hero she was hoping for in her hour of need I moved on.

The third time I saw her I was so overcome with relief that I remember almost nothing else about our environment.
Simply knowing that she had survived the maelstrom was enough to erode all other items of importance into mere pebbles that turned the world to static.
I considered introducing myself.
Unable to move, much less speak, I instead bathed in the warmth of knowing she continued to exist long after she had moved on.

The fourth time I saw her I was standing on a stage behind a microphone, having just forgotten every word of the poem I was about to recite for the crowd.
She entered the bar like a whirlwind, last to arrive, but immediately the only audience that mattered to my long-shattered mind.
I didn’t consider at all, but instead merely spoke.
We’re all hearing these words and thoughts for the very first time,
here,
together,
in this moment.
Perhaps tonight is the night we shall finally move on together.

Jun 242011
 
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Zen

Isn’t this really one of the biggest questions that each and every one of us has encountered at some point?  And, of course, it may not seem to have anything to do with anarchy, philosophy, government, business, or anything else covered on this website.    But, on reflection, I thin kit may have to do with everything ever discussed on this site.  But, most of all with parenting, which was, of course, the original inspiration for me to start blogging.

The attitude of not being a winner is the way people get into trouble in life.  The fact you woke up this morning makes you a winner, and no one make you a loser but yourself.

Each day look at the wins you have.  Value the greatness in your life, little and big.  If you find it impossible to isolate any wins in your life, use affirmations and begin creating some.

You can start now to change your own reality.  You are a loser, only when you think you are.

  • Thomas Edison declared bankruptcy for the North American Phonograph Co. in 1894, and his Edison Portland Cement Company filed for bankruptcy twice.
  • Abraham Lincoln, Henry Ford, Walt Disney, Milton hershey, H.J. Heinz, and P.T. Barnum all went bankrupt at least once as well.
  • Before filing for bankruptcy, Walt Disney was fired by the Kansas City Star newspaper for lacking ideas.
  • Colonel Sanders idea for Kentucky Fried Chicken was reportedly rejected more than 1000 times
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Nov 212010
 
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Zen

The Zen master said, “Who binds you?”
The seeker of liberty said, “No one binds me.”
The Zen Master said, “Then why seek liberation?”

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Feb 062010
 

Zen

The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear

Jan 282010
 

Zen

The bird of paradise alights only on the hand that does not grasp