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Gratefulness
Complaining digs us deeper into our emotional ruts. Humor, compassion, forgiveness, and gratitude are the 4-wheel drive of the joyful heart.
Daddy Dean’s Family Five: ∙ Inspire trust ∙ Cultivate respect ∙ Foster responsibility ∙ Instill discipline ∙ Enforce boundaries
Showing up wholeheartedly not a problem. Showing up with a <less-than pancreas, though. . .
. . . Ain’t nuthin’ but funny, funny riddle. . . Thank God I’m a country boy!
~John Denver
Yes, I’ve been on to the Youniverse’s “little secret” for decades and have lived every day accordingly despite the objective evidence of isolation within a physical form and cultural bias toward “rugged individuality” and self aggrandizement. I still suffer disagreements, breakdowns, and all imaginable quandaries but I’m confident that these minor and subjective differences are an important aspect to our live’s purpose. Apparently, the same basic energetic misunderstanding tha...
Yes, I’ve been on to the Youniverse’s “little secret” for decades and have lived every day accordingly despite the objective evidence of isolation within a physical form and cultural bias toward “rugged individuality” and self aggrandizement. I still suffer disagreements, breakdowns, and all imaginable quandaries but I’m confident that these minor and subjective differences are an important aspect to our live’s purpose. Apparently, the same basic energetic misunderstanding that creates a perception of space through ego identification and duality would naturally separate us from the experience of simultaneous oneness and unity. Every possibility there ever was and could ever be would happen at once: Eternity
It’s my problem and I’ll paint it any color I like!
Forgiveness. Another chance. It’s meant everything.
I’m releasing the neurotic, nagging, obsessive urge to always be engaged in one or another action item on the endless “to do” list. I’ve watched in real time from the heights of egoless flow states as expectation casts its shadow across the moment prompting the need in me to manage something and an all too familiar anxiety dissolves the peace that held me aloft.
I’m releasing the mental monkey from the microwave oven.
There are no mistakes in life that don’t have something important to teach us. In fact, the only real mistake available to us, at all, is to give up.
“Don’t fear failure. Fail, fail again, fail more and fail harder for failure is the only genuine route to success” — Jay Lake, Author
This small world moment. I read this passage in Michael Pollan’s “How to Change Your Mind”:
“January 1996. . . the gathering took place in the Maslow Room at Esalen, named for the psychologist whose writings on the hierarchy of human needs underscored the importance of peak experiences in self-actualization. . . Most in attendance were “psychedelic elders”. . . and religious leaders like. . . Brother David Steindl-Rast”
Bob Jesse, who founded the Council on Spiritu...
Bob Jesse, who founded the Council on Spiritual Practices (csp.org) and who organized that conference at Esalen in 1996, is the brother of my beekeeping mentor, Chuck!
You know what the “rule of thumb” is in the check-out line at MOM’s Organic Market?
If the bar code scanner can’t find the PLU on the product you’re ringing, it’s probably because YOUR THUMB IS ON IT!
identifying your support team (what businesses and organizations share your values and efforts through their own culture and mission)
In defining something as subjective as the experience of living as this or that it becomes stagnant and rigid; it crumbles. Life is what we give our attention to, but to try and define it is like taking a picture of a beautiful sunset, the seascape; once the border of a photograph is defined, it becomes a thing limited and collapses therein to two dimensional space. Like a copy of a copy of a copy the direct, a priory experience is lost by degrees. It’s just leftovers.
Perhaps the term Youniverse is misinterpreted, SK. It’s meant to explain the shared, more general, impersonal, and collective characteristics of our experience; where the divisions between what we think of as the ego identity’s “I” and everything else in the context of time and space are virtually erased. We perceive the universe, as it were, is some vast space “out there”, where the Youinverse is a state of being.
That sounds very similar to the way I managed bees: Never took their honey (I’m diabetic), left the screened bottoms wide open all summer, allowed them to build their own comb, in fact, often ran frameless hive designs (traditional Japanese and Warre-style, and even some fashioned out of natural hollow logs) usually only treating for mites and feeding a new swarm. I’ve been doing this for over a decade and the only consistency is that colonies don’t survive inside the beltwa...
That sounds very similar to the way I managed bees: Never took their honey (I’m diabetic), left the screened bottoms wide open all summer, allowed them to build their own comb, in fact, often ran frameless hive designs (traditional Japanese and Warre-style, and even some fashioned out of natural hollow logs) usually only treating for mites and feeding a new swarm. I’ve been doing this for over a decade and the only consistency is that colonies don’t survive inside the beltway regardless of treatment and bees an hour west in the valley would happily thrive on neglect in which ever situation. I avoid package bees like the plague – they’re an inferior product that bring mites and other pathogens from Texas and Georgia into your community (mites do well regardless of climate, it seems)
I’ll get back into beekeeping again eventually, but I’m switching off of Langs and other hive styles to the De Layens (shorter deeper frames in a series rather than supered) hive and swarm traps.
That’s peace!
I love this story, Cathie. It has kept the “tigers” from devouring me on more than a few occasions.
“while the sun’s out. . .” that’s a favorite of mine! Thanks, Holly
I’m not sure I keep bees anymore, Holly. It’s a tough row to hoe in the depleted soil, and automotive and electromagnetic pollution (cellular towers) of the capital beltway. I leave a few empty hives set up in my garden as sanctuary for the occasional feral swarm but they seldom survive the summer, much less, overwinter.
I have today off, SunnyPatti, but my entry for this morning is often how I begin training new front end staff. I’m the kinda hokey grandpa type around the shop but it makes them smile
Some obscure Kung Fu film, maybe? I’m sorry, Holly. I don’t remember. My Google hand is ever weakening.
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