The Way I Perceive the World

The way I take in the world, it's as if everything is a potential chord that is played. Every chord has its own nuances, some more complicated than others. For the most part I can discern the nuanced tones and how they make me feel, but it's often difficult to explain in words.

War in a Peaceful Environment?

What if war actually still exists while in a seemingly peaceful environment? What if we must all take up arms when dealing with what's happening within? How do we create peace within the inner world?

The Heart in The Present Moment

The heart in the present moment moves agilely from left to right, and floats up and down... At any moment we experience joy, then suddenly we shift to feelings of sorrow for those who suffer... The common bond of each of those moments is a feeling of connectedness to that which is outside of ourselves. It's of us and not of us. By touching the hidden threads, the heart remains present and open to experiencing whatever comes its way...

When are We Ready?

Are we ready when we're acting from a pure heart and we're ready to surrender? In deepest of waters, how can we be sure we won't drown?

Shared Thread

When a piece can move us to bits or make us cry, there's a common underlying shared thread beneath the surface: A tug at the heart strings. If there were an instrument I'd like to learn to play well, it might be this one... to have access to the movements and vibrations that affect us at our core... A core that has the power to bind us all together in a beautiful harmonious way...

Sleepwalking

Light and airy
Like a dream
Floating with the wind
Dancing in the breeze

But there you are
Right here before me
Real yet not real
How do I awaken?

"It's okay if you make mistakes"

These are the words the young pre-school me so desperately needs to hear. The child who was laughed at by the teacher and his classmates when he was clueless how to do a task involving cutting and pasting something in order. I don't know if this memory is truly accurate or real, but it's burned in my mind. It's a feeling of being outcasted because I didn't know what I was doing and I had made a mistake. It was a lonely feeling, an isolating feeling where I felt I was on the outside away from everyone else. No one saved me from those feelings.

It's strange, I myself am hypersensitive to making mistakes, and I'm also hyper aware of mistakes others make when it comes to an area I know about, and an area where I feel mistakes are harmful to others. Perhaps I also need to hug those people who I view as making mistakes. It seems I become those laughing kids. I become the teacher who pointed out the mistake I had made, a type of twisted projection where I am the same person who caused loneliness in the pre-school version of me... And now I feel a sense of sorrow for those people I have attempted to correct... What if they too were like me???