Monday, October 31, 2011

301 IT'S ONE THING TO KNOW—IT'S ANOTHER TO DIGEST AND ABSORB ...

If
My conscious mind
Which stores a lifetime of acquired knowledge
Is one of my greatest strengths
While yesterday's fears—
Stored deep within my subconscious—
Hold me back from realizing heartfelt goals, today ...
Then—

What if
The root word
Of real-izing
Suggests
That I can empower myself
To discern between real-ity based fears
And imagined fears?

What if
Upon developing the ability
To know the difference between
Fact and fiction
I can digest Classic Truths
More thoroughly than ever before?

What if
I learn to accept
Sudden spikes of anxiety
As signals to remain alert?

What if
My mind is more apt to connect with clarity
When I gain control over spikes
Of defensive fear?

What if
Sudden spikes of fear
Have little to do with that which I do not know about tomorrow
And more to do with the inexplicable weight—
That lumbers around within my subconscious—
Wielding a hammer, which pounds
Painful spikes of mental conflict
Into my conscious mind?

What if
This heavy weight
Had reason to imprint into my subconscious
So far into the distant past
That yesterday's terror has lost its power
To harm me, today
Unless I permit this forgotten memory
To haunt my sense of well being, repeatedly?

What if
From this day forward
I choose to empower myself
To consciously
Vaporize that brick
And consider my blessings
As soon as I awaken?

What if
Upon shifting my mind
Toward this positive attitude
I awaken free of that hangover—
Left over from yesteryear's inexplicable terror?

Gosh, I hope to find that today's insights
Prove to be classic TRUTHS, one and all!
JAnnie
WHOOPS!
Almost forgot to wish you more treats than tricks, tonight—
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

300 AUSTRIA!

Let's bid welcome to Austria!
J Annie

299 WHAT IF I AWOKE AND REALIZED SOMETHING—PROFOUND!

So—what if my life had felt funny, sunny, bright and secure until right before my third birthday, when without so much as a warning, a series of blows hammered down on my head—Bam-Bam-Bam?

What if the weight of these blows darkened my little corner of the world in such confounding, scary ways that from then on my self confidence developed a need to know every detail about whatever I might decide to do before I did it—Whew!

In retrospect, this hope to preserve my sense of safety by creating an orderly world, free of turmoil, seems like a Herculean feat to expect of oneself—especially beginning at the tender age of three! I mean, how much of my world might I need to control before my heart FEELS safe? Before my mind FEELS peacefully at ease? And my spirit FEELS content, if not with the state of the world at large, then at least with my little corner of the world? What if this black and blue mind set, which had layered up when I was small, had catalyzed my shaping up into a world class healer?  And what if I had to exhaust the strengths of my spirit, thoroughly, in order that I had no choice left other than to figure out how to heal—myself!

What if I awoke this morning, feeling the heavy weight of yesterday's brick atop my head?
What if I've awakened with this sense of heaviness for most of my life?
What if I know that the weight of the world is not mine to carry?
What if 'knowing' does not lighten what I feel?
What if I'd disappeared in a flash?
Won't the world carry on as it had before my birth?
On the other hand ...
What if the brick that lays heavily overhead is not atop my head?
What if this brick lays heavy within the subconscious of my mind?
What if I consciously choose to lighten my mind of that heavy weight, right now?
What if life is meant to be a surprise from my first breath through my last?
What if the unknown proves life's most frightening reality and enriching quality?
What if acceptance of life on life's terms expands my comfort zone?
What if expanding comfort zones deepen my sense of inner peace?
What if all of these what if's are not new to you or me—or Socrates?
What if these what if's make up the most realistic post that I've written, thus far?
What if I feel a whopper of a shift taking place inside my head?
What if, with time, I can 'brainwash' that brick right out of my mind?
What if today's CONSCIOUS AWAKENING  lightens my attitude, concerning my role in life?
What if every post I've written has propelled this leap toward today's epic epiphany!
What if this shift is reflected in whatever pops out of my mind from now on?
What if each attitude shift (positive or negative) alters the path of our lives?
What if this shifting mind set empowers me to bounce along with a greater sense of ease?
What if my stories do the same?
Gosh!  I sure hope all of the above is true!
And I'll bet you do, too!
JAnnie

Friday, October 28, 2011

Thursday, October 27, 2011

297. PAKISTAN

Let's bid welcome to Pakistan!

296 CABOOSE!

For the sake of clarity, I spent the week reworking post 295.  And as that train of thought was quite lengthy, I cut it into bite sized chunks in hopes of easing your digestion.
:-)Annie

Friday, October 21, 2011

295 CHANGING NEGATIVE MIND SETS TO SUNNY ATTITUDES

It’s hard work to change our mind sets.
Why?  Because ‘mind sets’ shape up, layer by layer,  over time.
If the silo that stores our mind sets was stripped away, we'd be surprised to see some of the attitudes, which would tumble out of our brains.

In addition to conscious mind sets, concerning what feels right (brush your teeth every morning and night) vs. what feels wrong (Upon realizing that you'd rushed out of the house without brushing your teeth, your anxiety over last night's garlic breath keeps hijacking your sense of clarity, so you can't track the concerns of the most important client you've ever tried to land, because all you can think is: How could I be so dumb!) ... mind sets also shape up subconsciously.

Hmmm ... Something tells me that the engine, which directs the path of my thought processor may need to pull this train of thought along a track and through a tunnel, where one car couples up with another until clarity reveals kernels of truth that are trying to pop out of this engineer's mind as fully formed insights .  And as it seems likely that the little red caboose may not chug round the bend for a quite some time, this may be a good time to take a break ...J

Deep seated mind sets, which create pathways for thought patterns, are based in experiences, remembered and 'forgotten'.  For example,  if Mother Nature saw fit to bury exceptionally sad or scary experiences deep inside our minds, then subliminal 'memories' may trigger undertows, empowered to pull one person's spirit down, down, down into a black hole of despair when everyone else is recovering from serious loss, bouncing back from grief and lightening up.  In short, the bent of each person's outlook, today, is all too often, unknowingly based in personal experiences, which took place, long ago.  In fact ...

I take issue with this metaphor:
Cup half full vs. cup half empty
Why?
Because the fine line, which separates one from the other can easily blur
So that an adult who believes in optimistic view points
May, unknowingly harbor pessimistic attitudes, based in insecurities
Which remain buried within an old, painful mind set
That festers anew, again and again

As I remain hopeful that positive attitudes control my mind sets, most often
I pay attention to those times when my cup seems to empty out
And my tears flow forth from deep within without end
Because endless tears indicate
That my heart had reason to spring a leak when I was very young
And that darned, old leak will not quit drip-drip-dripping down my cheeks—
Until my mind can grasp which puzzle piece from yesteryear is trying to emerge
So clarity can reshape a mind set, which ignores common sense, today!

As I work to figure out which of my mind sets
May be in need of straightening out, today—
The leaks in my heart heal up—one by one
And thus do I grow ever more deeply aware of this fact:
My cup has never been less than half full!
And as I can see clearly, now, my spirit thrives
My smile glows from deep within—and guess what happens next?
My cup overflows with forgiveness and good will toward all!

So here’s what I think to do
When my eyes overflow with tears, yet again:
I make A PLAN to identify a mind set
Which may be based in a subconscious insecurity
That feeds a negative attitude, which unawarely pulls me down
And once I can see clearly that a new day has dawned
I feel free at last, free at last
Free to move forward with those for whom the sun shines brightly—at long last!


And what makes me a believer as these PLANS shape up and evolve?
The fact that clarity and simplicity is inherent to every PLAN
So these plans do not just work for me and mine
These plans (which I share, enthusiastically
With every ear open to working toward change)
Are embraced by those who ring my bell, year after year
And as group after group applaud each other's success stories and ask for more
What I ask, could make a family communications instructor feel better that that?

When I want the sun to break through a sad place that weighs heavy on my spirit, I encourage my mind to process through a step-by-step plan, whereby I can muster the courage, patience and grace to accept changes, which are irreversible and beyond my control—changes brought upon by growth, leading to conflicts; incurable ailments or the aging process, which unfolds at the end of the last stage of each person's life, leading to death.  In short:
I work to accept changes that confuse me, today, which may clarify in due time.


As this train of thought is still coupling cars, it seems likely that the caboose may not chug round the bend for a while, so this may be a good time to take another break ...J


In truth it's mystifying to think that every living thing is born to work hard to survive and strive toward success in many aspects of life—just to wither and die.  And when a child's subconscious has had reason to harbor fear of death or abandonment at an early stage of development—and that child's high spirited attachment to life appears to be grounded—none may have a clue that a black cloud hangs heavy within the cobwebs of such an impressionable, young mind.  And so—


Though much about life may not seem just
And much that's changed may not seem to make sense
Much that seems confusing, today, must be born
Until 'tomorrow' when the wealth of human knowledge expands—
Which, in truth, is exactly what happens
While each of us chugs forward
Along the time line, one day at a time

And the fact that we each
Choose to make different stops along the way
Determines which insights some of us may glean
Today
Vs. lessons which others
May learn and share
Tomorrow

And hopefully, while each vulnerable individual keeps chugging along
tomorrow will dawn
Where we'll encounter an AHA! moment
Which may enable more of us to understand
Much of whatever
We'd not yet fathomed
Yesterday


And as we come to understand, today
That which few had fathomed
Yesterday—
A sense of awareness may deepen
Throughout a community as a whole—
Until so many insights light up
Within each person's mind

That narrow mind sets begin to take small steps
Toward positively focused change
In such even calm, even tempered ways
That defensive clouds part and the sun comes out—
If not today
Then hopefully tomorrow...
Or the tomorrow after that ...

As the positive effects of insight enhanced my good health
I began to work to shape a plan
That might connect subconscious mind-sets with my conscious mind
And thus, have I fed my need to tunnel toward the formation
Of one simple, step-by-step PLAN after another in hopes that
Old attitudes, which I'd not known had a negative bent
May turn a corner which brightens my outlook—with hope—yet again!


As you watch my development chug forward, step by step, in depth
You’ll come to see that while each step of each PLAN
Is shaping up inside my mind
I'll have no clue that my subconscious is encouraging me
To work through a well ordered, solution-seeking process
In hopes of solving a problem, so complex
That I cannot consciously fathom the depth or breadth of its layers, as of yet.

As put downs and the blame game
Oppose the success of simplifying these SOLUTION SEEKING PLANS
Leadership may not be inherited, assumed, or usurped
In fact, leadership is hard won
By way of being
Patiently, carefully, and thus caringly
Earned.

You see, rather than weakening others
By way of put downs
Or elevating myself
By playing the blame game
I work at absorbing factual knowledge
Into the creative center of my brain until
Aha!—Another PLAN pops out of my mind

As this train of thought is still coupling cars, it seems likely that the caboose may not chug into sight for a while, so this may be a good time to take another break ...J

In line with my interest in gathering knowledge, I learned that research is questing for answers, concerning the connectedness of neuro-biology and emotion.  This research quests for answers to questions such as these:
Does the existing structure of the brain create what the brain does?
Or does what the brain does recreate it's structure?
(Which comes first the chicken or the egg?)

For example:
If Post Traumatic Syndrome Disorder modifies the subconscious structure of a brain's reactions then can reactions, caused by PTSD, be consciously reversed?
In short, how can pathways that neurons travel be modified?

In the aftermath of that discussion, these questions popped out of my mind:
Which part of my brain grabs control of my thought processor most often—
The emotional side—where imagination quell fears that I can't admit to myself—
Or the logical side—which quests for clarity and balance in all things?

Which part of my brain do I want to be in charge of the sum of my parts
Especially when life's most painful problems arise—
And solutions to conflicts must be sought—
The egocentric part of my brain or the silo where knowledge is organized and stored?

Which part of my brain is too willful to be trained—
To recognize the validity of 'both sides' when conflicts arise?

Which part of my brain can be trained to absorb when (and how) to maintain self control
VS. when to let my spirit and tongue go-go-go?

Just as questions will appear on the time line before answers may be determined down the line ...
Deep seated problems will surface before the strength of our relationships are tested.

In post after post, I draw pictures of the inner workings of my mind.  Why?
Because the brain is made up of many complex, interactive parts.  And the ways in which these parts have been organized, get disorganized, and must be reorganized may determine which of our perceptions and decisions are based in reality or denial.  In fact, we can use this post to exemplify the way the mind works:

When I awoke and began to write, I'd no clue which thought would lead to the next.  In lieu of A PLAN, I allowed whatever flew out of my brain to pop up on my screen.  Once a train of thought chugs it's way out and the caboose into sight, the editing portion of my thought processor takes over as engineer.  And though that two step process works just fine while I'm alone with my thoughts, all hell might break loose if, in the midst of verbal conflict, we allow the content of our brains to spill out of our mouths without much reflection into yesterday’s explosive mistakes.  Rather than creating a step-by-step approach toward reshaping yesterday’s disasters into tomorrow’s success stories, we tend to let our tongues flap on and on, blind to the ways in which our misperceived mind sets may be knocking others down while we kick the truth around until it's full of holes.


"In a disordered mind, as in a disordered body, soundness of health is impossible."  Cicero


(No sign of the caboose so, may I suggest taking a break ...J)


As long we confuse personal perceptions with solid facts, hard boiled mind sets will spin circles around the truth until every mind involved smashes, dizzily, into the same old, solid walls.  When hard boiled eggs smash into walls, all the king's horses and all the king's men can't put them back together, again.  Why not?  Because solutions, which take everyone's needs into account, rely upon expansive ideas.  Unfortunately, expansive ideas can't soak into hard boiled beliefs, which layer up into solid rock formations, over time.


In truth, my thought processor needed several, huge thwacks on the head before the doors to my mind sets loosened enough to allow me access into the spongy parts of my brain, which offer room for my idealistic belief systems to expand.  Oh—by the way, did I mention that it's within the spongy part of the brain that positively focused leadership skills lie in wait to be discovered and developed?

Needless to say, children's brains are still so spongy that they absorb by way of monkey see—monkey do.  Monkey hear—monkey say.  Monkey feel—monkey react naturally and thus, spontaneously—which is why tis wise to role model self control with the consistency that Big Monkey wants little monkey's brain to absorb.  No consistency?  Illogical to expect it back!  Mutual respect is an exchange.

Thank goodness, today's little monkeys are learning how to gain control over their egos in time out, thus allowing humility more brain space to consider new choices, tomorrow, than those made, today.

Now—if Big Monkeys choose to muscle up on humility and tame their egos in time out, then A PLAN for transforming family disasters into success stories might pop out of the creative centers of adult minds more often than during generations, past.

During the years when I raising little monkeys, jumping on the bed, I found myself in need of a savings PLAN.  Not to save money.  We saw the wisdom in opening a savings account for that.

I needed A PLAN to save my sanity whenever family life drove my thought processor batty!

Luckily, while reading a gazillion parenting books, simple plans began to formulate deep inside my mind.  Not 12 step plans.  Not 7 step plans.  Three step plans.  Why condense so much that I'd absorbed into three simple steps?  Two reasons:  We were playing follow the leader, and once the leader's mind is losing its grip on sanity (and self control), it was impossible for more than three thoughts to line up logically enough to hold my temper in check.  Secondly, these plans needed to be as easy as one—two— three, so that each of my children could maintain control over their egos, on the spot—without needing to take a time out.  As you shall see, when a plan called THE LINE OF CONTOL appears on the time line of my life, we learned to hold our tempers in check, so often, that solution seeking equated with team work.

As each three step plan shaped up
And soaked into the spongy part of each mind, over time
You can bet your bottom dollar that tantrums stopped ( including mine)
And tomorrow there was sun ... because—

Just think'in about
The sun coming out ... tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrooow ...
Til there's none

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love you—tomorrow—
Cause
Sanity's three steps awaaaay!

And now you know why
With the passage of time
I thought to call my very first PLAN:
THE THREE STEP—PROBLEM SOLVING—SANITY SAVING PLAN.

As I became aware of the surprising ways in which the parts of the brain interconnect, I chose to train my brain to function in such a way that, classic heartfelt goals may be achieved by a group of unique individuals, who working as a team in support of each other's needs, recognize the benefits derived when our strengths focus toward the good of the whole.  And since I can feel the story telling part of my brain gearing up to switch tracks, I hope you know that when your curiosity is aroused by anything I choose to write and if you wish to know more—the comment box is always hungry and waiting to be fed.

As for me, I'm feeling the need to tell you more about myself when I was three and too young to fathom why every smile, which had shone directly at my little monkey face, suddenly turned upside down.

Oh my gosh!  I can feel this train of thought winding down inside my mind, at last, meaning that our little red caboose may actually make it's way through this tunnel—quite soon ...J

As a three year old mind can not come up with a plan to chase away storm clouds, which swirl confusion, round and round, my spongy, young brain grew so dizzy, scared and sad that my smile turned upside down, and my blue eyes teared up.  And since the spunk of my spirit fell flat, all I felt, deep inside, was black and blue, through and through.  How do I know all this to be true?

One day, not so long ago, my eyes had reason to overflow with tears, which refused to dam up.  This led my adult mind to overflow with very sad questions in need of answers.  Thankfully, as I chugged forward on the time line, the bent of the spongy part of my brain continued to quest for insight until I came to engage with Post Traumatic Therapy.

As my thirst for logic was satiated, sense was made of non-sense—despair lessened; HOPE awakened and dried my tears.  And each time another piece of logic unlocks from my subconscious and pops out on my screen (and yours), I add another firefly to my cache until an epiphany sweeps yet another subconscious demon out of the closet of my mind.  And knowing myself to be an openly social creature as well as a teacher, who embraces changing mind sets and the concept of connectedness,  I've invited you to ride back and forth along the time line of my life, collecting clues, forgotten here and there for this reason:

Seeing is believing, and I aim to show you how a mind, too shaken for clarity, becomes a mind divided from the core of oneself as a whole.  As the whole is made up of the sum of our parts, it's not wise to remain in denial of mind sets that cause our tongues to aim bullets at the vulnerabilities of others when, in truth, bullets between pots and kettles boomerang back and forth, until we unknowingly shoot ourselves in the head—not just when we're playing with cap guns as kids, but when mindsets make fatal mistakes in judgement till a relationship is wasted.

Whereas, yesterday, my mind set raced in circles and smashed blindly into walls—today, my energy source devotes less time to rescuing mind sets, lost in mazes, which burn logic to a crisp.  On the other hand, I do not lose sight of HOPE for a better tomorrow, because who knows when the next person inside the burning building may latch on to an insight that suggests the time is ripe to take a leap of faith out of the tower and leave head-on-collisions smoldering down to ash behind ... and now you know why I continue to show up with heartfelt smiles, warning signs and safety nets in hand ... Ah love—thee art as complex as life!  And so are our trains of thought—for example, I'd no clue that this post about identifying mind sets was trying to pull a whole train filled with simple PLANS for future success.  Whew!  Thank goodness it's shown up at last, because my mind is all tuckered out and the whites of my eyes are as red as ...

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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

294 SOMETHING SPECIAL TO CELEBRATE—EVERY DAY!

Whoops!
I'd no clue that we had something special to celebrate on October 7 ...
But then—instead of celebrating only on special occasions
Perhaps we'd do well to celebrate 'life' as being 'something special', every day
I hear say that each time our lips draw up into a smile
The brain produces dopamine—or is it serotonin ...
Which produces a natural high
So, why not try it out for yourself
Right now—
Walk up to a mirror
Smile at what you see
For all we know your smile may turn into a laugh
And as common knowledge suggests that ...
It's healthy to laugh at ourselves ...
We've nothing to lose by grinning from ear to ear and seeing where we go from there
So, all I really want to say, today, is—I wish you a belated ...

AnnieJ

Monday, October 17, 2011

293 WOW—FROM INSIGHT TO EPIPHANY!

I'm glad to say
That while editing Post 292
An epiphany shaped up on my screen
Which clarifies A PLAN
That has been shaping up
Inside my mind
As though all on it's own

And as the surprising nature of THE PLAN
May inspire you
As it inspires me
May I humbly suggest
That you choose
To chew on that post
Yet again?

J

Thursday, October 13, 2011

292 A TUREEN OF OYSTERS ...

How is a blog like a tureen of oysters?
The mind bubbles
Here, there, everywhere
Until—
Countless thoughts, caught up in a net may be served up in a stew ...
Which is not easy to digest until editing takes place

And if every so often—
While rechewing this thought or that
A pearl of a post
Pops out of my mind ...
Onto your screen
And into your mind ...
And if this pearl produces
A meeting of like minds
Then it seems likely
That mustering patience with preceding posts
Which layer up to create a pearl of a post
May be worthy of your choice to witness the depth of my work

And here's why that's true:
Though insights appear here, there, everywhere
Many insights must layer up
Before an epiphany shapes up within our minds
And epiphanies (Aha! moments) are highly valued because—
It takes an epiphany to shift an attitude from idealistic or pessimistic to realistic.

You see, each time you watch me move through this step-by-step process
Whereby a disillusioned idealist is working to transform into an optimistic realist
Your mind may absorb so many insights
That the strength of my epiphany may entice your subconscious
To readjust old attitudes, which have stuffed your mind
With pent up frustration, too

As you watch me change from quietly 'grinning and bearing'
That which fate throws my way
You'll see what happens when I choose to bare my frustration aloud
And given time, we may both become more mindfully aware of how—
An adult thought processing center continues to heighten peace of mind—
By acquiring knowledge beyond that which we'd grasped in the past

And while watching me learn how to take control over
More aspects of my life than ever before
We'll see how an 'old dog' can learn new 'tricks'
In terms of confronting conflicts, which are bound to arise
When life's irreversible changes weigh so heavy on my spirit that
My need to make necessary changes within my thought processor can not be denied

So if you agree that—
Epiphanies, empowered by way of insight to reshape subconscious attitudes
Into optimistic, and thus hopeful, outlooks
Are worthy of your time as well as mine
And if you agree that—
Attitude (leading toward conflict resolution, inner peace and repose) is everything

Then perhaps you'll also agree that—
Once we choose to work in tandem
Thus shifting the thought processing center of our minds
From idealistic or pessimistic tendencies toward realistic tendencies
Then each of us may begin to accept our imperfections
And those of others, less judgmentally—more compassionately than ever before

And with this pearl in hand, perhaps you, too, can see why
Epiphanies, which produce shifts in attitude
Are utterly necessary during life's most trying times
So that we, who victimize ourselves, unknowingly,
May stop pointing fingers of blame at so-called villains
Who, in truth, are every bit as disraught as we

Bottom line—during trying times
When pain feels too hard to bear—all around
The only attitude, which lessens frustration, all around
Is a conscious mind set that works to differentiate between
Vulnerabilities, commonly shared  vs. vulnerabilities
With which we each undermine ourselves

And if the eventual result of weaving insights into the fabric of our minds
Provides more of us with a positively focused train of thought then—
Hopefully, subconscious attitudes may transform into a treasure chest—
Where pearls of wisdom enrich each mind with compassion and repose—
And if my blog can engineer any of that, then perhaps we've been chugging along the right track
Ever since post #1 popped out of my mind, thus enticing your mind to read on and on—

And if, having reached this point
You agree that it behooves us, both
To keep chugging forth from station to station
Where each person
May choose to identify and unload one's own baggage—
We may actually begin to heal a wide assortment of undeserved guilt trips
 Which had been stuffed deep into our subconscious during childhood

And in this way, we, who are in the process of raising children, today
May influence the development of future leaders
Whose bent toward humility may accept partial accountability
Rather than allowing defensive Egos to unleash
And fling another generation of undeserved guilt trips
All around the world  Remember how veterans of Vietnam were welcomed (?) home?

As common sense and clarity
Suggest that one train of thought
Connects with the next
I believe we may come to see that—low and behold
A PLAN FOR PEACE AT HOME AND ABROAD
Is shaping up—as though all on its own—within this grass roots movement of which I speak

And if all of the work, which leads to change, requires countless experiments
Before progress pays off, all around
Then this collaboration, where I write, review and edit
While you read, reread, and reconsider insights, which layer up into epiphanies
May prove a time worthy activity for both of us, indeed!

You see:
Very little is needed to make a happy life;  it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.               Marcus Aurelius  (Roman emperor from A.D. 161-180)
And as I'd love to know
When we are of like minds
And when we are not—and perchance why not
I hope you'll say 'open sesame' and enrich my mind
By depositing questions, perceptions, and pearls of your own
Into the comment box, which waits hopefully to be fed at the end of each post
Your friend, Annie
J

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

290 AHA! MOMENT— PULLING INTO THE STATION AT LAST!

Whenever denial breathes life into my idealistic tendencies, unrealistic expectations entice my self confident ego to believe itself empowered to mediate all sense of conflict so that any repressed frustration will dissolve and release—thus cleansing my subconscious of negativity, distrust, and undeserved guilt—otherwise known as baggage.

Upon awakening, today, my sense of logic piped up and exclaimed:  Ha!  Fat chance of self empowerment accomplishing all that!

Hopefully, each time my idealistic tendencies pop out, I'll pop them back in and line up my sense of hope with reality, instead.   Then, upon redirecting my mind toward the path, where signs point toward optimistic tendencies, more often than not, my perceptions, concerning life in general, may continue to rebalance as I age.

Riddle:
Why must idealism fall short of it's goal?
Change is the only constant in life.
And change leads to confusion and conflict.
As idealism, realism, and pessimism vie for space
Within every mind
We all circle round
Allemande left or right
Drive each other crazy
Change partners and dosey doe
And so, as life goes on
We catch on to reality
Dodge reality
Catch bullets
Dodge bullets
Accumulate baggage
Unpack baggage
Cry like the sun won't come out, tomorrow
Then leap for joy when it does
And time and again
We repeat the classic nature of that refrain
Where ever we go

Upon awakening this morning
Guess what popped out of my mind?
Instinct—suggesting that this post
May be the little red caboose
That ends a train of thought
Which has been chugging forward
Until 'the little engine that could'
Pulled into the station
Where an AHA! MOMENT
Clarified, with utter simplicity
The idealistic expectations
I have of myself
So rather than
Striving for perfection
I'll plan to provide
The best that I can offer—for now—
And in appreciation of this Aha! Moment
I'll thank my lucky stars
For guiding me to tunnel
Toward each station
Where insight awaits our arrival


PS  Have I ever clarified this thought:
The goal of idealism works toward—perfection—and seeking perfection disappoints on all sides.


Riddle:
As we pull into this station, at last
Guess whose parents are still waiting patiently inside their car—
Hoping that we'll join them
So they can get on with their shopping?
In answer to that riddle
May I suggest that you stay tuned to this channel
And see what pops up on your screen, next?
J

Sunday, October 9, 2011

289 POWER STRUGGLE BETWEEN WRITER AND EDITOR INSIDE MY HEAD

No matter how many times I review and edit older posts, my brain tunes into mistakes, previously missed. This insight heightens my awareness to imperfections, which exist in every aspect of life, because:
The brain tunes out certain mistakes while tuning into other things.

For example, when your unleashed ego concentrates on the other guy's mistakes, your brain will be less likely to take note of your own. And having said that, I'll offer up a story problem; you do the math: How hard is it to correct mistakes (in behavior) when we've yet to recognize our patterns?

Hint: When it's time to check your work, is your brain still fooling you? Or are you looking for clues into your patterns, which lead, repeatedly, toward self defeat?

P. S. I had to rewrite post 282 for the sake of clarity—twice!
And I'll not be surprised to find myself editing a post as lengthy as that one, thrice!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

288 GUESS WHAT POPPED UP WHEN I WAS ALONE IN THE CAR WITH MY BRAIN ...

Sometimes I'm ten minutes late getting to where I'd thought to be on time, because I need to stop the car and write down a thought, which may never shape up as poignantly, again.

So on this particular day, I stop and am writing, contentedly, when a set of knuckles raps at my window, and much to my surprise I'm nose to nose with a policeman.  While lowering my window, knowing that I didn't do anything wrong, I smile but feel confused. And my self confidence shrinks up a bit more when a voice, that's all business, asks to see my registration and license.

Then, while checking out my credentials, the voice of authority asks: Are you in need of any help?
No thank you, officer.  I'm just fine.
Then why did you stop, here, Ma'am?

Though this question seems strange, my smiling response suggests the friendly nature of my attitude:  Well, I'm a teacher and writer with a family and a very busy life, so whenever an insight grabs me, I stop to write it down.

Look lady, says THE LAW, I don't care what you do, as long as you drive safely.

Now I'm really confused.
I mean, after spending time in intensive care, following a serious, automobile accident, I always drive safely.  That's why I always stop the car before reaching for my handy-dandy pen and paper, which are never more than inches away from my hot little hand.

Unfortunately on this particular day, I'd stopped my car but forgotten to pull over to the curb.

At times, we can focus to the point of shortsightedness, so that one side of the brain has no clue what the other side has forgotten to remember.   In lieu of self awareness, we may remain unaware of those times when one side of our brains is driving across double yellow lines after buckling logic into the back seat.  What if we can't tell when our 'brain' is stalled and holding up traffic on all sides?  What if, while skating on thin ice, dark clouds of confusion get so thick that we can't see when we keep skidding smack into another person's lane?


What if we can't tell when unhealed wounds, left over from childhood, are bleeding into today?


In lieu of self awareness, short sighted, single mindedness leads to narrow-minded thinking patterns, which filter logic out.

No ticket.  Just a shake of his head and a warning to drive on the street and wait to do my writing at home.

Had my child—who'd digested his mother's insight, rather creatively—been sitting next to me, the lawman would most certainly have heard a teen aged voice snort:
Ha!  Fat chance of that!
J

287 NEXT THING MY CHILD KNOWS ...

... I'm writing again!
Now the laughing stops, because rather than driving to our appointment, I'm driving a fourteen year old crazy, again.  So  next thing I know I'm listening to teen aged frustration sputtering forth:
God Mom!  What could you possibly be writing now?
I'm writing what just happened—that was too funny to forget—
I just know that, someday, I'll write about the time I watched you chew on my words.

And—20 years later, here it is!

Grow up with a teacher
Who writes about family
And your life may be recorded
On notecards
Stacks of them
Organized in order
Stored in a series of small file boxes
For posterity

Now, if we could piece together hidden memories inside our brains and straighten out distorted seams, which weave lumps and bumps into the fabric of our lives, perhaps we'd sit GRUMPY in a time out chair, so we can whistle while we work at resolving conflicts, and thus, spend more time feeling JHappy ... all around.
Then, again, I believe we can learn to do that very thing!  J
Your friend, the eighth dwarf in line:
Hopeful

286 ANOTHER TIME IN THE CAR

So, I am driving with a child, sitting next to me in the car, captive audience, again.
This time I'm really impressed with whatever insight is popping out of my head.
Whenever that happens, I pull over, park, and write the insight down before the configuration of that thought disappears.

In truth, this happens so frequently, that when my kids were growing up, my pattern drove them crazy.
So when, on this particular day, I pull over and start writing, my teenager's frustration grabs the paper out of my hand.  Upon watching the window on the passenger side go down, I anticipate my insight about to flutter away, so I lunge for the paper.  But my lunge proves futile, because instead of tossing my insight where I can jump out of the car and retrieve it—my child crams it into his mouth.

Picture me pulling at the edge of the paper still sticking out.
Picture a teen ager chewing on my words.
Picture my face when the pulpy lump is swallowed.
Picture a teen grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary
Picture us laughing till our cheeks hurt.
Picture a pair of lips black with fresh ink.

Picture life within a family made up of this communication's instructor and several unique personalities.  Life in our house has never been boring.  More often than not, our memories set off laughing jags, more hilarious than any story a writer's imagination might think to make up.  One by one, these stories will pop up on your screen.

So anyway, I begin to drive, again, but we can't stop laughing ... so I pull over and stop the car again, and ...

285 ONE TIME IN THE CAR

Once, while driving one of my kids to an appointment, I asked if I was talking too much.  (If I had one child in the car with me, distractions like ear phones, game boys, and reading materials (no cell phones, yet) were off limits.  My concession to mutual respect was tolerating their music—as long as the volume on the radio was low.)  As we all had busy schedules, I took full advantage of imparting insight into values to my kids whenever I had one-on-one time with a captive audience.  So after asking if my teen ager was listening or just hearing:  BLAHBLAHBLAH, I took in this reply:  Well, to tell the truth, Mom, I tune in and out, so I don't always hear everything you say.  But here's what holds my interest, most ... I'm always intrigued, while you're rambling, on and on, at how much of what you say makes sense and comes together in the end.  Then we laughed, and I felt happily hopeful that at least some of my values were soaking into the spongy side of my child's impressionable, young mind.

Thank goodness we're people, not dogs or cats, which must learn survival tactics before leaving their parents in a matter of weeks.

Thank goodness we're people, who have at least eighteen years to develop, model and discuss a well balanced variety of high principled values with little monkey faces who say and do that which they most frequently hear and see.

Children who embrace positive change are raised by parents who pursue the same.


As patterns of positive change develop step-by-step, please do not mistake working toward improvement for working toward perfection at any stage of life. 


Working toward perfection, on either side, would prove as unrealistically egocentric (thus—illogical) as working to resolve a conflict with a wounded bear—for ten years.


Ah Humility, thee graces my doorstep, so frequently.  Thank goodness I've learned to place my ego in a time out chair, so I can open the door to my mind, welcome you in, and come to understand, today, that which left me feeling deeply confused, yesterday.

284 ONCE AGAIN ...

I couldn't help it.  Too much 'stuff' flew out of my brain while writing post 282, and as my thoughts gained momentum and the writing took on a life of it's own, my train of thought kept switching tracks and grew convoluted.  So you know what I did, right?  Yep!  Today, I rewrote it.  And just as I chose to reconsider the most relevant points in that post with a greater sense of clarity, I hope you may choose to do that, too.J

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Saturday, October 1, 2011

282 TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR #10

That simple (?) interchange between my parents provides the perfect opportunity to introduce my belief that The War Between the Sexes has been as difficult to resolve as it’s been impossible for international diplomats to establish lasting peace throughout the world.  As I see it, the crux of the power struggle, which has divided men and women (nations, political parties, and families) into separate camps for thousands of years due to human nature.
At a glance, history suggests that every generation finds it nearly impossible to accept major CHANGES, which defy belief systems with which we'd been raised.  Why?  Whereas children are deeply impressionable, the thinking patterns of adults are so deeply impressed into our minds that we naturally resist major changes, which do not seem to meet our immediate needs.  As major change breeds conflict and chaos, which produce widespread discontent, all sides feel scalded by betrayal, which manifests mistrust.
In the absence of trust, people unwittingly fail to consider the depth of each other's unmet needs.  Just as Camelot did not exist for Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot, Jack or Jackie, it does not exist now and never will as long as human nature is a two-sided coin.  If we're not flipping out over change then we lust after power or forbidden fruit.
Riddle:
Why are THE TEN COMMANDMENTS deemed commandments?
Because it's so darn hard to uphold the lofty principles that we expect of each other.  When expectations are unrealistic, we look for solutions in all the wrong places.  And thus do unrealistic expectations persist until this insight strikes our minds:
We have no clue when we cross the line to feed our own needs.  What line?  The line of self control.  When do we cross this line?  When we put each other down; rewrite history; darken the character traits of others and perceive ourselves innocent of insensitivity.  We cross the line when having grown fearful, lonely, needy or desperate for the attention of friends and family, we lose sight of emotional boundaries.  We cross the line when the only comfort zone considered is our own.  *Somehow, I'm having trouble getting this post to indent new paragraphs with consistency—yet another mystery to solve—but not tonight!
At times we smite each other into submission in obviously hurtful ways.  Sometimes we feed our needs in such subtle ways, that with the mere lift of an eyebrow, the hint of a frown, or a wistful look, others shut their needs down in favor of feeling ours.  And that seems to work until a series of idealistic strategies, which had focused on positive change, continue to fail.
If, at that point, hot spots of frustration burn holes straight through smokescreens of hope, volcanic explosions may blow this relationship's foundation to kingdom come.  And though all may feel stymied, at first—those who choose to tunnel into the psyche in search of insight, may come to understand classic consequences that ensue when human nature stretches love beyond the line where lasting trust and friendship thrive.
Let's take this instance for example:  Whenever neediness jumps boundary lines, perceptions, based in egocentricity, flip logic upside down.  Next thing we know, mild mannered personalities flip as fast as coins:  Charmer on one side—victim on the other—and here's why that true:  Both sides of human nature vie for space within us all.
At those times when neediness unleashes on both sides, a pair of wounded egos engage in power struggles for control.  Why is that true?  Because one unleashed ego calls out to the next.  And it all boils down to a domino effect.
When charm can't get its way , the ego flips out; and in lieu of logic, self control slips away.  At this point, unhealed wounds bleed anew, and issues with anger, abandonment, or confusion fling negative judgements, left and right.
Though replying to negativity with anger is a common response, some children have reason to develop a pattern whereby anger is subconsciously repressed—not to be confused with consciously suppressed.  When anger is unwittingly repressed, resentment numbs up and slips inside secret pockets deep within the subconscious side of the mind.  So on the surface, everything 'feels' fine, and self control remains in line while, in truth, a pressure cooker is steaming away behind a staunchly layered wall of denial.
If this inability to recognize one's own anger gives way to an outburst of passion, a layer of guilt weighs so heavy on the spirit of this hopeful soul that a sad descent down a staircase of depression may eventually ensue.  You see, the ship of hope floats until it springs too many leaks, and the reason the captain goes down with this particular ship is because that smokescreen of denial is too thick to see the proverbial iceberg looming directly ahead.
When the ego instructs denial to do our thinking, that which we see in others may prove to be a mirrored image of oneself, and thus do pots call kettles black.
Though some are too hopeful and some not enough, both cross the line where conflict resolution, reality, and inner peace are left behind.  Once two egos are sorely entwined, both brains are in need of an old fashioned tune up, because—this tired routine is as classic as classic can get.
In many ways, human nature is as unpredictable as climate in that sunny spirits tend to shine until dark clouds of conflict blow in.  And if the main root of a conflict remains undetected, power struggling intensifies, making resolution improbable.
As conflict intensifies and wounded egos engage in games people don't know they play, the sunny side of both spirits seem to disappear.  At this point, smiles freeze in place until the line of control cracks in half.  Once those frozen smiles flip upside down, eyes glaze over; tears of misperceived abandonment flood down our cheeks, and if weary signals of SOS are answered with judgment calls, everyone who cares skates so far from shore on ice, thinner, than ever before until the burdens we can no longer carry weigh so heavy on our minds that every inch of our being exhausts.  And at such time as this nightmare drains every drop of our energy, day after day, Mother Nature sends our minds, bodies, and spirits to bed and there we stay.  Tucked in.  Nice and dry.  And safe.  Cared for by loved ones, we sip liquids through straws, but having lost our appetite for life or food along the way, care takers grow concerned when weight loss takes its toll.  And if those care takers get wind of the logic behind whatever we've been saying, all along, then in retrospect, exhausting one's energy source and going to bed until mind, body, and spirit recoup actually makes more sense than skating on thin ice, forever and a day.
The classic nature of our inability to resolve conflicts, openly, honestly, peaceably, and thus trustfully, affects every person (and nation) on our planet.  As history deems this to be true, my purpose in sharing this saga of family life may offer you insight into recognizing the ways in which our egos complicate life, especially when necessary changes remain unrecognized on both sides.  Bottom line: When we harbor the fear that a head on collision between unleashed egos lies directly ahead, we walk on eggshells or turn into clams.
In short, I hope my stories will serve as warning signs, guiding you and yours to rescue your relationships before egos turn minds into cannons, firing off insulting perceptions, which inflame both sides until numb to pain ... all that's left of love, friendship, and trust is ashes to ashes, dust to dust, amid a sense of lasting sadness due to great loss, all around.
In truth, love doth not suddenly explode.  A long series of firecrackers snap, crackle and pop before the fireworks finale bursts through that slow burning hole in an unbalanced relationship's foundation.
Riddle:
Why do the egos of loving people bite those they love most?  Several reasons:
No line of control in our homes.  In lieu of self awareness, we pay less mind to changing needs within our families than we do with friends.  We have no clue when our egos slip out, take control of our minds, do our thinking, talking, listening and misperceiving of personal perception as fact—and then—slip back in.  When egocentricity believes to know what's taking place, when all we see is the elephant's tail, heavy handed judgements drop on heads, which may have openly expressed exhaustion for quite some time. Or we don't believe ourselves in need of help, when help is what we need most of all.
In truth, the myopic ego has no clue of how often we perceive of ourselves and others as though through a funhouse mirror.  Then in hopes of quelling feelings of subconscious guilt, the ego spins history by reconstructing memory so that certain details filter out and new ones fill in the blanks.  And that's why the details that make up each story command astute review.
Each time the ego crosses the line, we lose control of the truth.
Though we often hear—perception is a person's reality—that does not mean perception lines up with the truth.  Once again, perceptions jiggle like jello, while the truth stands firm.  When two egos cross swords, a power struggle ensues between denial and reality until the truth stands victor in the end. 
Once I came to recognize the universal consequence of human nature's double dealing thinking patterns, insight hit, and I began to see striking similarities between Annie's devastating breakup with Joseph and the devastating breakup of my marriage.  At that point I made it my business, literally, to identify those times when denial gives rise to the blame game, where people, who believe to know all the facts, drop heavy-handed judgments onto each other's heads, divide into separate camps.  The only way to become less judgmental is to ask questions and then reflect over which of your beliefs may be in need of review.
As my eagerness to entice people of both genders and all ages to sponge up the rewards of peaceable conflict resolution runs deep—I'm surprised whenever a story chokes on some subconscious fear that Mother Nature must have tucked inside a secret pocket of my mind during those times when one of life's scariest storms tested my younger (and thus half baked) strengths.
Sometimes I find myself saying, out loud:  Message to logical side of brain—set me free!  I have grown strong enough to handle the truth in depth!  Then, knowing full well that my subconscious is not programmed to fess' up on command, I laugh at the folly of instructing my ego to slough off brittle layers of self defense, spontaneously.  Once laughter blows frustration away, I depend upon logic to tunnel, patiently, through one defensive layer of self protection at a time.  How many layers in all?   As many as Mother Nature instructed my ego to amass throughout my lifetime.
By the way, can you guess why I'm eager to discuss my theories with young minds?  Young minds develop, layer upon layer, like young bones.  Whereas young, broken bones remodel with little effort, adult bones (like adult minds) have grown too brittle to form new growth patterns with ease.  Hence the expression—no pain no gain.
So if we agree that the ego fears pain, then what are we to do?  Garner the humility to sit our egos in time out chairs, thus allowing the logical side of our brains to listen up and fall in line with The Seven Dwarfs as they march into the mine, singing:
High ho, high ho, it's off to work we go—tunneling forth until we strike gold! 
Riddle:  What does this post have to do with moving my story forward?
Everything.  As I work to communicate more openly and honestly with myself, I can communicate, more openly, honestly, easily, with you.
I mean look at it this way:  If intelligent, well educated folk can't stop their egos from crashing head-on with the egos of those we love, then how realistic is it, as things stand today, to expect heads of state to resolve power struggles throughout the world?  Not very.  Why not?
Logic solves conflicts, but egos run the world.  And ...
Every mind is blind to those times when the ego slips out, crosses the line, and stealthily slips back in.
What line?  The line where logic, self control, and consideration for each other's deepest fears are addressed, all around.
As for now, I hope my desire to stir a grass roots movement, where conflicts may be peaceably resolved, seems as logical and crucial to you as it does to me.  You see, adults must develop new patterns of self control (ego-control) with consistency if we hope to role model high principled values, because:  Monkey see monkey do.  Monkey hear monkey say.  Little Monkeys who feel respected by Big Monkeys, who respect each other, are more likely to grow up, reflecting respect, in return.  In short, if we want to feed our values to our kids, then we need to swallow our pride and do as we say.
If it's true that talk is cheap and actions speak louder than words, then 'followthrough', is more likely to soak into spongy, young brains during a child's impressionable years.
This post, concerning ego control, has been written to highlight my hope that those of you, raising tomorrow's leaders, may see the folly of shoving conflicts under rugs.  When push comes to shove, ignoring power struggles is like closing our eyes to cancer until it's beyond curing at stage four.
On the other hand, if no hint of a power struggle or denial or the blame game or even one red, hot coal of repressed frustration exists in your home—if your subconscious is bare of secrets placed in pockets, if no narrow minded dis-ease can be found hiding under rugs, anywhere, pleease bottle this miracle drug that you want us to swallow, sell it on Amazon, and we'll all be enriched!  Ouch!  Just stood up to stretch and guess what happened?  Bumped my head against denial, again!
At those times when life gets confusing, the road seems too bumpy, my ego feels wounded, my spirit, limp and lumpy, and I act like GRUMPY, thank God, I can choose to flip that coin inside my head and 'spend' my time and energy searching for insights that blow dark clouds of subconscious fear away.  Ever since Snow White fell asleep, DOC stopped prescribing an apple a day.  Instead, here's what he tells GRUMPY, day after day:  When you want to get high, these drugs can't be beat:
Clarity, humility, community, laughter and joy
P.S.  As some trains of thought tend to go on and on, picture me whistling while popping corn and mining for gold ... uh ... on second thought, my brain needs a break, and I'll bet yours does, too, so let's hope this train pulls into the next station, really soon!  
J
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