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Step thru, to another side. Not saying better, worse…

Step thru, to another side. Not saying better, worse or whatever, but times change and time changes, thus making forward momentum mostly mandatory.

“Always Be Kind” / Musings by Dr. Trevor Erikson

My ole pal Dr. Trevor “Trauben” Erikson shared a few musings about healing and kindness on his channel the other day. I am significantly moved by his reflections about my erstwhile wisdom and stashing this  Thanks Trauben.  Thanks so very much. ‘

Was thanked by an aging grandmother yesterday. She looked me in the eyes, hugged me and said she was grateful to me.

I was reminded of a friend’s advice to me, that somehow stands vivid amongst the fog of my adventurist past, travelling the globe in search of the better present moment.

It was either during a hike on some wilderness trail, or while dancing to some groovy tunes in the desert, or sunning on a sandy sub-tropical beach, or during a transatlantic flight from Europe, or perhaps a coffee shop in Amerstadam, or in our tent in the grape fields along the Rhine in Germany, it was certainly much before I knew it being HH the Dali Lama’s declared religion. Now this was probably gleaned from a Grateful dead lyric, I would think, although I knew my friend’s mom was definitely a walking example of this, which would have predated any travelling rock band’s lyric from entering into his head.

Anyways, it was 1992-ish, and Dave Olson looked over at me, in the lovingly charming way that he does, and said, simply, and matter-of-factly, ‘Always be kind’.

Of course. How simple. How profound.

I was reminded of this powerful declaration when this grandmother lovingly embraced me and said thank you.

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My reply:

This mantra is the distillation of all i’ve learned from watching others and living full-on. Realized young that to survive and thrive one must.should build community. To build community requires kindness beyond your own needs.
 
In the past years since my life has changed so much (due to illness) i realize again that if i hadn’t been kind (including always taking high road, always helping the young-up-and-comers with advice over coffee despite the eyerolls from other “bigtimers” who encouraged me to charge consulting hours, the showing up to help, the checking the ego, and avoiding arguments even my my fuse has run out, i would be a very lonely fella. As it goes, i’ve found help, solace and assistance when needed often from people i only foggily recall meeting but (apparently) i was kind to and provide encouragement and support. This theme of kindness is a constant in my poetry (even when my heart and body is broken) and never fails.
 
Also worth noting the importance of kindness when we dropped off a car to an (very large, very aggressive, very angry man) in Dallas, Texas. Obviously two impossibly skinny long hair kids couldn’t defeat with violence if we tried (!) nor would arguing get any far. So we were kind and expressed empathy about his situation (as absurd and illegal as it was!) and ended up going from almost beaten to a pulp to out hard won deposit returned – by cash, not cheque – and a ride to the dodgy Greyhound station (a whole other mess…).
 
Also, thanks for scrapping me off the ground as i’ve worked to patch my life back together Trauben.

…massive amount of goodness …

Also, i thought if i posted a massive amount of goodness on this channel, it’ll overwhelm all the talk about that one guy, and that one problem, and that other situation, and all that stuff, and all the disagreeing and whining and wringing and so on.

Remember, you give power to what you discuss – positive or negative, its what he/they/she want. #leeches Your actions and words are your most powerfulness so wield judiciously.

Insomniacs say the strangest things…

Insomniacs say the strangest things, and then don’t remember sharing them

To be awake,…

To be awake, one must first sleep. Not a metaphor.

Note: we can have a wake for a dead dude too who isnt awake. In this case, i am using awake in a medical sense. Ya know like how humans are either sleeping or not sleeping. I am not sleeping.

a haiku can tell 1000 pictures…

Whomever coined the phrase: “a picture it’s worth 1000 words” clearly was not a poetic soul.

I suggest a haiku can tell 1000 pictures.

Annotations: 

Edward Charles BaileyCox Totally!
For the record, from what I understand, the original phrase was “a picture is worth a 1000 words of praise”. It was coined by some famous person who was looking at an amazing painting.
I found this info in the rumpled back pocket of my brain, perhaps someone else can fill in the specific details……..

Kris Krüg dude that’s 1,000,000 words expressed in just 17 syllables or 58,232 words per syllable. bring it! ;)

Dave Olson not sure i understand the math part of this. a poem can equal 1000 pictures. not per word but that’s possible too if ya consider something like “On the first day… Dog created the universe” or whatever that famous book in hotel rooms says.

I put forth these examples of haiku which takes me down a rabbit hole of head movies:

The wandering poet Issa Kobayashi writes:

The grass around my hut also
has suffered
From summer thinness.

Just when I hear
The sundown bell,
The flower of this weed.

Basho the Haiku Master writes:

The grass-
How wonderful it is!
The summer drawing room.
Trees and stones, just as they are

Ah, how glorious!
The young leaves, the green leaves
Glittering in the sunshine!

and one more (author unknown);

When all things are hushed,
suddenly a bird’s song arouses a deep sense of stillness.
When all the flowers are departed, suddenly a single flower is seen,
and we feel the infinity of life.

However, this is not universal and sometimes photos spark something a poem might not. Art is art but do snap a photo is not a universally more poignant way of understanding or appreciating a feeling, incident or emotion. Art is art and art saves lives no matter the medium.

My meaning with the original comment is how folks might take a snapshot without significant intention rather than appreciating the moment in which the emotion occurs. Like taking picture of an ancient ruin rather than riffing about it in a journal. Of course, a photo, in context and artfully created can spark emotions of equal value but neither are mutually exclusive.

…a script we write to tell the story of the life we want to believe we live?

Is ones social media broadcast a script we write to tell the story of the life we want to believe we live?

Truth is that i totally do this. While i advocate radical transparency, my life became weird that past couple years and i use social channels differently. I share what i want my life to be (happiness and adventure) to help thwart the struggles.

Complaining or even talking about my situation (FM/ME, CFS, RLS, CSS…) is super boring to me, i post when i need to feel connected to the outside world by sharing happiness and exclamation points (!) … im not be obscure, i am using channels as a latent sorta support group to generate dopamine hits.

Live where you feel best…

People should flow across borders *at least* as easily as capital moves between countries.

Live where you feel best for your happiness.

Border and Bullets, we’d be better without both. I know the initial shock and “social safety net” would collapse but we need an era of radical community sufficiency.

Borders are a comical concept really. Based on wars and invented ethnic boundaries we contemporary people had nothing to do with.

Language and culture are easily overcome by motivated folks. Ive worked locally in many countries where i didnt speak the language (at first) and immigrants are generally eager to adapt to cultures and expand by adding their own uniqueness.

One’s personal capital moves more easily than one’s body and is more welcome in other lands. But indeed, inequality is the problem my thought is trying to solve. Let people live where they can contribute. Radical self-sufficiency and community.

Portable access to effective healthcare and community support networks. I think the “modern” construct of countries based on old wars and territorial feuds divve’d up the the “winners” are an outmoded concept. I have no delusions that this is imminent but i am someone who rambles widely and see nothing but the commonality between people everywhere. We need affection and care along with food, shelter, clothing and a means to climb Maslow’s hierarchy towards self-determination and fulfillment. #dreamer