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Heart Mates

Have I told you about one of my heart-mate theories?

I see the heart as a giant puzzle piece we all have pieces of - we all have single pieces of this giant universal heart puzzle as our own individual heart, and when we come together and we meet people whose heart clicks perfectly into place with our own, we feel really seen, heard, connected, and at home. click click click. hellow heart-mates! The end.

This Blog is About You

There's something about the way humans take in information that creates the impression that everything coming in, is ultimately about you.

You probably think this song is about you, don't you, don't you, don't you...

Well, yes. It's in your very make up to personalize the impersonal. Everyone has a self filter - a "me" orientation that is the sift through which all information flows inward. And so, no matter the topic, no matter the discussion, no matter the nature of what's appearing, you are by design set-up to think it's about you. Your mind makes someone else's behavior, about you. It makes someone else's tone about you. It makes someone else's words, about you. That self filter always comes in and makes you ask and asserts: is this about me? This is about me.

I grow in fascination over this tendency - the more I look at HOW we organize and filter information, how we re-construct realities out of bits of data and organize them thr…

I Am that You Are, You Are That I Am

It's like one painting that has a thousand different stories being told all within it. We tend to believe that an art piece is showing one main message through one representation of that message.

Life is a little like that - only the one message and the representation of that one message are being told through a thousand and one different stories. We're under the illusion that we are living separate lives, recanting separate stories of a me, myself, and single I.

Only we're not.

The seeming single I is a pattern writing itself through countless seemingly independent systems. There is no you or I, there is only that appearance...a silhouette whatever it is that is being human casts for its mischievous pleasure. This is no clearer to me than when I am physically next to an apparent other. Some how our sphere's of being begin to mingle, I feel us merge as our seemingly separate bubbles of beingness flirt and wave and suddenly, there's no longer a him or her over ther…

Detours of the Grand Designer

I was beginning to feel like I took a detour, driving down another road instead of taking the straight and direct path to my destination. I could see my own wishy washy indecision in the moments that presented themselves. Which path? Which ending? Which step? What to choose?

The decision is solely mine - for I've come to the recognition that there can be no one else and there can be nothing else deciding for me. Any notion of a separate external decider takes the responsibility and ownership away from my own being.

I'm looking at scenes of rich feelings and colorful forms, enjoying the side road I never thought I'd end up on. And then I swerve back onto the road I was always going to be on, feeling the feelings, seeing the pictures in my minds eye, knowing with my whole being that THIS is my destination...and I think to myself: how have I not noticed the change in direction? How have I not taken notice of how different a scenery that other road offered?

And then I realize…