Will He Ever Forget?

On this, the last day of the year 2006, whilst all seem to be drawing our attention to what they perceive as moments worthy of permanent recollection... I cannot help but wonder if Prince Harry will ever forget (or be allowed to forget) the rather obvious delight enjoyed by his grandmother, the Queen, in her ability to bring a radiant blush to the cheeks of her grandson as he graduates, as an army officer, from Sandhurst this year. Regardless of station, strata, or position... Family always knows where those "buttons of response" are just waiting to be pushed.


I bid you, My Dear Reader, your family, and those whom you care for and about, the happiest and most congenial of new years... as I faithfully remain, Your willing Servant and constantly caring Friend,
John-Michael

IMAGE: Dylan Martinez/ Reuters/ BBC NEWS/ In Pictures

So... How Was YOUR Day?

I simply couldn't help myself... this one made me smile, and I HAD to share it! (Her expression is PRICELESS!)


Edith Hoeltenschmid cuts bread as she sits on a chair fixed to the side of a house in Hagen, Germany, as part of a performance by artist Angie Hiesl.


IMAGE: AFP/ BBC NEWS/ In Pictures

Getting Away... Far, Far Away!

You have, since 13 December, seen no postings here... because I had no access to a computer whilst in hospital combatting a "staph" infection that (in a matter of a few days) went from a small insect bite to involving my entire abdomen. The monster's name is METHICILLIN RESISTANT STAPHYLOCOCCUS AUREUS but is referred to as MRSA (pronounced mersa) by the medical specialists. I will have much to say, in coming months, about the health care industry as a result... quite an education! But, for the moment, I just need to "get away" from it all and invite you to join me (courtesy of Jon Sullivan's skills and talent as a photographer) in my escape.


My need for getting away is further heightened by the response that I received from one of the management members at the Tampa Tribune (who I have delivered newspapers for for the past 18 plus years without a day missed [365 each year]) to thank them for my supervisor's attendance to delivering the paper on my route and his reassurances that all was well and my only concern needed be for improving my health. The response from the management person was, quite simply "that route is no longer in your name... it is someone else's route now." As you can imagine... this occurance gives rise for an immediate need for emotional and spiritual respite.




IMAGES through the gracious courtesy of Jon Sullivan, PDPhoto.org

Sensible Dining

I awoke this morning fascinated by the workings of my subconscious mind. With the awareness that our subconscious uses the time of our sleep to process the accumulated “input” of data from all that we sense during our waking hours, I find the catalog of subject materials amazing in its scope. This morning, for instance, I was conscious of the incorporation of Tony Bennet and the mafia in my pre-waking moments. Reflecting for an instant, I recalled seeing Tony Bennet on an afternoon chat show (Oprah, in fact) and later that same afternoon, a report on BBC (I think) about the apprehension of “The Don of Dons” in Sicily. And there they were… in my dream. How about that brain! Is it not an amazing device? It records all that we elect to introduce into our awareness with a complete trust and confidence in the prudence of our willful choice of matter to be stored in it. Our faithful subconscious has no reservations in welcoming all that we allow access to. Which set me to thinking.

It seems that, in this age of diet consciousness, we are being inundated with all sorts of admonitions regarding our eating behaviors in the complete absence of any note being made as to our ‘feeding’ of our other senses and the effect of our careless abuses of them. I can not recall anyone presenting news reports on the current trends in data dieting… the care and nurturing of our minds through responsible listening, or reading, or visual stimulations. Yet, are we not just as susceptible to overindulgence and/or bad choices leading to poor attitudinal health and mental stagnation? Is it not true that we ingest so much stuff, in the course of any given day, that we find ourselves so bloated with imagery, sound-stimulation, and other sensory overload that we cannot function with any degree of effectiveness? Or is it just me who has to create times of “sensory isolation” when I simply cannot allow any sound… any conversation, any new imagery of any sort to have access to my “Sensory Processors”? For I am, in those moments, completely overloaded with all that I have taken in and have not had adequate opportunity to “process.”

And is this not the very same dynamic that brings us to a point of physical bloated-ness? Do we not grant out taste mechanisms the freedom to run rampant in the pursuit of satisfaction, to the demise of those trusting bodily mechanisms that operate in the understanding (or misunderstanding) that we are applying some measure of appropriate proportion in our intake? And, just like our minds, our bodies accept and store all that we collect relying on our wisdom of choice. While it is lacking in glamour and romance, it seems to me that some measure of prudent selection can benefit our minds as well as our bodily fitness. Hence, as you may have noticed, I present an assortment of offerings here. Following a thought that may be a bit ‘heavy’ in content, I try to post something that is a bit easier to the sensibilities… then an occasional treat for the pure enjoyment of the moment. Trying to be ever sensitive to our abilities to comfortably ‘ingest’ it all while serving your best interests.

All too often, I encounter individuals who are in unharnessed pursuit of some measure of peace and satisfaction for their troubled souls and minds. It is the frequent case that these folk cannot bring themselves to “sit at the table” and have a pleasant “dining experience” with one course of thought. They, instead, place themselves in an endless and altogether unsatisfying pursuit of sensory remedy that races from one “cuisine” of thought and ideology to another with only a cursory sampling of the essence of any one potential answer to their quest. They pursue a course of ‘fast-food’ moments, experienced at an assortment of ‘drive-through’ windows of opportunity. Then, completely exhausted and frustrated from the expended effort, they throw up their hands in hopeless despair and proclaim that they are forever lost. All the while, they have ploughed through countless chances for contentment and peace… had they only allowed themselves the gift of “digesting” any one or more of many possibilities blown through in haste.

So, My Dear Reader, I offer this bit of insight in the hope that you have not “scanned” this page… but have granted your mind… your spirit… your soul, the chance to reflect on and take notice of your care of yourself… mind and body. Please give consideration to and have patience… yes, most especially patience with the presentations given you by Life today. Permit yourself to take in just a bit… just enough to adequately allow complete and satisfying “digestion” for the nourishment of your whole Self. For, as I was reminded this morning, it is all recorded and will be processed in some way. Every element of stimuli that we grasp has the potential to fuel healthy growth and function… or be stored as harmful and slowing excess. I bid you a healthy and fulfilling day today… and in all of your tomorrows as you exercise responsible exposure to life’s wondrous array of possibilities.

Insignificant

In that moment when you feel that your surrounding circumstances render you insignificant...

(AS THE HIKER IN THE STREAM)

by the overwhelming magnificence and wonder of it all…




Consider this…


Perhaps you are so very significant that Life has presented this mural of overwhelming beauty and majesty as a gift,

for your personal edification and enjoyment…



Because You are worthy of nothing less!


IMAGES through the gracious courtesy of Jon Sullivan, PDPhoto.org

Idealists and Others

In response to the number of my Readers who are of the Idealist (the definition of Plato’s term; “noetic” , and [following the observations of Hippocrates] known to Galen as “Cholerics”, and then, [a generation after Plato] Aristotle’s “Ethikos”) temperament, I am presenting a brief taste of Keirsey’s work describing the perspectives, intentions, and behaviors of Idealists in their interpersonal relationships with “Significant Others” of all kinds in life.

If you are indeed one of those said Idealists, I offer this insight in hope that their will be understanding, validation, and encouragement for you in it. Should you be one of the remaining 88% of humankind, it is my desire that these insights into the core of these special individuals will enhance your respect for as well as your understanding, acceptance, and embracing of them.

Should you be uncertain of which of the four major groups of personality/ temperament you are created as, I offer this LINK for you to click on… taking you to Keirsey’s site offering a quiz that will provide that definition for you.

Idealist Courtship
(a minimally-paraphrased excerpt from David Keirsey’s
Please Understand Me II, [ISBN 1-885705-02-6] )

The Idealists’ desire that their relationships be deep and meaningful (that is, intense, enduring, and all-important in their lives) is very much in evidence in the way they go about dating. They do not usually choose to play the field to any great extent, but prefer to go out with one person at a time and to explore the potential for special closeness in each relationship. Never casual or occasional about dating, they typically look past surface relations to more deeply felt connections, and they lose interest, rather quickly, with dates centered around social events and physical activities. Idealists can enjoy this skin-deep sort of date for a while, of course, but they usually try to find their own kind of enjoyment as the evening wears on. At parties, for example, they will often look for a quiet corner where they can talk with their date (or someone else) on a more personal, intimate level. And at amusement parks or sporting events, they will eventually separate themselves mentally from the rides, the sights, and the action, and begin to observe the people around them, wondering about their personalities and engaging in imaginings about their personal lives.

Indeed (and this is a surprise to others of other temperament styles), Idealists would usually rather talk with their dates than do things or go places, although chatting about concrete, literal, or factual things doesn’t particularly interest them either. They want to talk about abstract matters… ideas, insights, personal philosophies, spiritual beliefs, dreams, goals, family relationships, altruistic causes, and the like… inwardly-felt topics that break through social surfaces and connect two people heart-to-heart. Idealists love to talk about movies or novels that have touched them deeply, but they don’t want to describe the plot so much as discuss what the story suggests between the lines, the aesthetic or moral issues involved, and how the characters’ lives symbolize their own experience or the wider experience of mankind. They will talk enthusiastically about art, music, and poetry, particularly about a work’s significance to them. The ability to communicate comfortably with their dates in this imaginative, meaningful way most often determines whether or not the Idealist can become serious in a given relationship.

Finding that rare person with whom they can share their inner world is difficult for Idealists, a painful process of trial and error, and often they vow not to date at all for periods of time rather than go through the search. For Idealists, dating someone means far more than physical fun or social experience; it is an opening of their heart and mind to the other person, in some cases a baring of their soul, and carries with it both a promise and an expectation of deep regard and mutual understanding. And because they are offering so much of themselves to the other (and expecting so much in return) Idealists are highly sensitive to rejection, and can be deeply hurt when spurned by another, or when feeling compelled to break off the relationship themselves. The trauma of breaking up can be so difficult for Idealists, at times, that they will avoid getting involved with others for fear of things not working out, or, at the other extreme, they will remain in a relationship longer than they should just to put off the soul-hurting experience of rejection.

However, once the special person comes their way (the man or woman of their dreams), Idealists can be carried away with their feelings, and give almost all of their attention to pursuing the relationship. For the Idealist, not just a compatible marriage but an all-consuming, undying passion is in the offing, and so the courtship becomes the center of his or her world. Just as the Possible rather than the Actual lures Idealists in other parts of their lives, so do the possibilities in relationships inspire them, and they see in each new relationship the potential for bringing them the perfect love that will fulfill them completely. Idealists have a flair for dramatizing their courtships, and they spare no effort or flight of imagination to win the heart of their loved one. Often a story-book flavor permeates their courtship behavior, and they are not afraid of using imaginative language, even poetry, and quotations, to give voice to their feelings. Idealists can also be romantic when expressing love through gifts, though they are likely to present the gift in private, and to select with extraordinary care something with special or even symbolic meaning… a beloved piece of music, a favorite book of fiction or poetry, or a treasured picture. In a sense, Idealists go about turning their courtships into works of art, which is not surprising, since one of the arts at which they are most skilled is that of creating the romantic relationship.

Idealist courtships are marked not only by romantic gestures, but also by the idealization of the relationship. In the early stages of a romance, both Idealist males and females are likely to be blind to flaws in their beloved, and to believe in the illusion that life together will proceed happily ever after (although the details of this “happily ever after” are rarely explored in depth). Idealists hold dear a compelling though often vague inner-vision of what their ideal mate will be like, and they tend to project this vision of perfection into their all-too-human loved ones. Thus, at the slightest suggestion, Idealists will see soulfulness and poetic sensitivity in the people that they have fallen in love with… whether or not they are, indeed, soulful or poetic. At the same time, Idealists believe that everyone has the potential or spiritual growth, and in many cases they use their love to develop this latent mystical side of their mates. Needless to say, most human beings cannot live up to such romantic ideals, nor will they often sit still to have their spirituality nurtured in such a way. Many Sanguine/Hedonic/Artisans (38 % of the population) react with good-natured sarcasm, many Melancholic/Proprietary/Guardians (38% of the population) seem impatient with such foolishness, and the view of the remaining 12% of the population made up of the Phlegmatic/Dialectical/Rationals is skeptical, at best, about this soulfulness. Idealists who attempt to make their loved ones live up to their ideals are, sooner or later, faced with disillusionment in their relationships.

Although many Idealists are reluctant to admit it, such a romantic projection… and such disillusionment… are most often a problem in cases where there is a strong sexual attraction. Idealists can be deeply divided about their sexual feelings. On the one hand, they insist that sex must be an expression of love rather than lust. Even the word “sex” seems a little crude to the Idealist; “love” puts the relationship on a higher plain. But make no mistake, for all of their “other-worldliness”, Idealists are very intimate, warm, and even passionate people who are highly responsive to physical beauty and sexual attraction. Now, the problem for Idealists is that, with their rich idealistic projections of life, they tend to idealize physical beauty and to project their own poetic nature into the object of their sexual attraction. They also tend to romanticize sex as soulful communion. In other words, Idealists tend to fall in love with a dream of beauty and passion, only to be rather painfully disillusioned by the flesh-and-blood imperfections which they eventually encounter in their loved ones. Many Idealists are not fully prepared for the moment of truth when they come to see the imperfect reality of their lovers, and some relationships are unable to survive the truth. Fortunately, both male and female Idealists have a capacity for deep affection and caring over and above sexual expression, and out of this capacity can grow lasting, intimate relationships.

With the presentation of these insights, I trust that we can come to know ourselves, those around us (most especially those who look to us for encouragement, validation, and acceptance), and, from that knowledge enjoy more fully an intimacy born of respectful appreciation for the marvelous creation that we each are. To that end, I remain, as always, Your faithful Friend and Servant.

Best If Used

I mourn. Today and for the passed week of days I mourn. I mourn the passing of a Friendship. A friendship celebrated for but a year, but one that was born as Life’s gracious gift, and lived in a place particularly special in a way of celebration and enjoyment in my life. I tell you this because loss and mourning are inextricable elements of fact in all of our lives… and there may be a nugget of insight, a thread of hope or understanding, or the slightest breath of relief for you, in your personal experience, in my perspectives on my own loss.

Firstly (and perhaps most importantly) I allow myself to mourn the loss. Please do not fly by this statement on a breeze of assumed awareness. For, unfortunately, what we are most readily encouraged to do is to “move on” as if this event, this circumstance, this occurrence is nothing more than some meaningless whim of an impersonal fate that has no value or merit for our living. Quite to the contrary, I insist that this loss, yours and mine, is ripe with Life Meaning if we will but do what our environment encourages us not to do… stop… recognize… embrace… and live the moment. And, in so doing, I am aware of a few insights that have redeemed this “claim check” of circumstance for me.

I did what we always do. I reflected, reviewed, questioned, doubted, and analyzed the words, behaviors, and motives that I mixed into the recipe of the friendship. “Should I have been that open with my remarks?” I asked myself. “Is that what I should have done?” I queried. And in the gentle, sweet voice of my inner awareness, Life responded “Were you genuine and honest or were you cautiously and calculatingly careful in your comportment?” Well!… those of you who are even the least familiar with me can answer the answer that I gave to that one. I was always candid and respectfully transparent in every element of my participation in the friendship. And the freedom to be so… genuinely Me… was the richest core of the relationship.

But then the voices of Many began to echo in my mind “Lighten up!” as I have been repeatedly told in the past. And self-doubt raised its destructive head from the murky mire of uncertainty. Now here is where I ask that you take note, My Dear Reader. For it is here that I have a treasure to hand over to you. This morning, as I did my work in the pre-dawn darkness and stillness, Life made it simple for me (for Life knows that “simple” is what I must have in order to make use of it.) Having neither heard nor read this from any source… I had, presented to me in the elementary picture-language that my mind requires, a fresh awareness… Life said “Check the ’Best If Used By’ date (as found on grocery items in the market) on your emotions, feelings, and energies. They are all ’Best If Used’ … NOW! For now is when they are fresh… and Fresh is the best state to realize the highest potential of “flavor” for this immediate experience known as Living.” I considered this seemingly silly idea for a while and began to see the unquestionable merit of it. I have always been most interested in Being genuine in every circumstance and every moment of interplay with everyone in my world. This commitment is what chafes some to the point of urging me to “Lighten up!” But I enjoy a gourmet level of experiences with life that is directly attributable to the implementation of the freshest of ingredients employed in each immediate response that I offer my life. To do the “lighten up” thing and store away some emotion… preserve some feeling for another unknown time or opportunity, that may or may not ever occur, is (for me) to lose the freshness of that gift that is that instant. And I do live with an almost zealous urgency about the infinite value of each moment offered by Life. I recognize a responsibility to myself and to Life for every opportunity and gift that is presented as the path of my living intersects the path of another. The messages from my heart filtered through the care of my spirit are “Best If Used” when presented. So that answered those concerns that I had about my role in the friendship (and, hopefully some of yours as well.)

These considerations brought me to the renewed realization that… by the same measure that I mete out pleasure, I also mete out pain. So, Dear One, if I am passionate in the celebration of the pleasant… I must, unavoidably, know pain in an equal measure of awareness. Thusly… I must consider if I would ever be willing to confine my realization of pleasure in order that I might mitigate the inevitable occurrence of pain in my life? Would I be willing to accept a “toned down” happiness to ensure a muted misery? My personal response to this question is, has always been, and will continue to be “Not no… But HELL NO! (Please forgive the language… but, again… I emote!) I have determined that to live a “safe” life in absence of excessive highs and/or lows is akin to the life reflected in the heart monitor that has no highs or lows demonstrated on its screen… that result is a straight line… and a straight line on the heart monitor in the operating room says one thing… “You Are Dead!” And as long as Life keeps me living, it is my choice to not be among the living dead.

So, My Darling Reader, I mourn… and I feel it intensely… and I do not enjoy it… nor do I like it in any way, save the way that has rendered me available to the insights presented to me by Life… that I now forward to you, in love, and in the knowledge that this love is “Best If Used… NOW”

a Cathedral of Autumn Colour

I bid you “Join me” as we immerse ourselves in the serene beauty of what I perceive as a Cathedral of Autumn Color, captured by the artistic skills of Ian Britton. To accompany the visual bliss of this scene, I offer the words of Elsie Natalie Brady in her work entitled “Leaves." Please permit yourself a moment of reflective joy and celebration as we allow these gifts to minister to our souls' yearnings.


Leaves
By Elsie Natalie Brady


How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,

Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.





At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.

Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.

Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.




IMAGES through the gracious courtesy of Ian Britton, FreeFoto.com

One... Body Human

Because I have had this “kettle of fish” simmering on the proverbial “back burner” of my mind for so long that it now occupies nearly all of the “burners” of my mental stove, I am going to serve it up lest it spill all over my personal attitudinal kitchen. As much as I try to avoid network news and discussions, the proliferation of rhetoric addressing the “situations” that boil in conflict today has made avoidance impossible. My major difficulty in acknowledging these problems is with the arrogance, disrespect, and sheer ignorance (coupled with a determined refusal to be informed) paraded by political leaders and religious pundits regurgitating their self-righteous nonsense at the expense of peoples affected by their stupidity who suffer hourly due to prevailing political choices. (I warned you that it has been simmering for a while.)

When these religio-political performers present their well rehearsed (but not so well reasoned out) views, there is a disattachment from reality that demands some clarification. To that end, I present some requisite definitions of terms that you and I have heard bandied about ad nauseum.

Sect: A group… forming a distinct unit within a larger group… by virtue of certain distinctions of belief or practice.
Sectarian: One characterized by bigoted adherence to a factional viewpoint.

Fundamental: Of or relating to the foundation or base; elementary.
Fundamentalist: One adhering to the practices of a usually religious movement or point of view characterized by a return to fundamental principles, by rigid adherence to those principles, and often by intolerance of other views and opposition to secularism.

Inasmuch as a sect is, by definition, something that is a part of something larger, it seems (to me) that the obvious extrapolation of reason is to discover the identity and nature of that ultimate “whole” that is the larger group. And, after years of consideration of the matter, (triggered into active life when the president of the Southern, Protestant, Christian sect [aka denomination] that ordained me as a deacon, declared in a much-publicized speech “God doesn’t hear the prayers of the Jews“. My “inner voice” immediately spoke up and said “I do not worship a Deity that is limited by some theological hearing impairment.“ And I began looking, asking, and listening.) I have reached my own personal conclusion that the larger whole is Humankind. All other subdivisions are but sectors of the Human Whole… or, if you will… The Body Human. And the intolerance of and bigotry between various members of this universal Body Human, is (by definition) an exercise in self-abasement. And these attitudes are, most certainly, not something of recent, regional, nor “modern” construction. (History will demonstrate that the USA was brought into being as a direct result of groups seeking refuge from just such pressures.)

In the year 58 (as nearly as can be determined) the apostle Paul, while in Corinth (completing a fund-raising drive for the benefit of the poor in Palestine) wrote a letter to the church in Rome. A portion of that letter deals with (in very elementary language) the attitudes that he wants the members of that church to understand as basic to their core values. Now, this was a goodly number of years ago… yet I can not help but hear the apostle addressing the very same attitudinal conflicts and challenges that we are living in the midst of today. So, I offer this portion of that letter to your consideration as we reflect, together, on the sectarian conflicts that affect every part of today’s globe (inclusive of our own neighborhoods.)

“For I say to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think so as to have sound judgment, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.

For as we have many members in one physical body, and all members have not the same function:

So we, being many, are one body in belief, and individually one with each other.

(I will interrupt here to acknowledge that the apostle was addressing his intended audience which was the “body” of Christian believers in Rome. But it is my considered conviction that the Truth that the apostle translated into that group’s interest, is a Truth of far more universal applicability… for, I submit, no Truth is only true in the confines of a limited sample… it is validated when proven in unbounded application.) Paul continues…

Having then gifts differing (according to the circumstance that is given to us) let us exercise them accordingly: whether prophecy, let us prophesy according to the proportion of faith;

Or service, let us wait on our serving: or he who teaches, in his teaching;

Or he who exhorts, in his exhortation: he that gives, let him do it with liberality; he that rules, with diligence; he that sheweth mercy, with cheerfulness.

Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor that which is evil; cling to that which is good.

Be devoted to one another with brotherly love; giving preference to one another in honor;

Not lagging behind in diligence; fervent in spirit; serving your God;

Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; devoted in prayer;

Contributing to the needs of the saints; practicing hospitality.

Bless those who persecute you: bless, and curse not.

Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.

Be of the same mind one toward another. Do not be haughty in mind, but associate with the lowly. Be not wise in your own estimation.”

Now, am I missing something… or is there not an absence of ANY of this instruction coming from the pulpits, rostrums, or podiums of our political, social, national, religious, or global centers of influence? And are not those who fly the flag of Judeo/ Christian belief carrying, tucked firmly under their arm on their way to and from their worship exercises, the book that contains this letter. Therefore ignorance is not a viable excuse. What then gives us license to wag our collective finger toward the Balkans, the Middle East, the Far East, Europe (“old” or “new”), or any other point of geo-political-religious conflict while we carry an “instruction manual” that prescribes that all of us are of “one body”? Is our sectarian bigotry of some sort of acceptable variety as opposed to the unacceptable form that we condemn in others. For crying out loud people!… let’s get off of our “high horse” of what the apostle referred to as “haughty in mind”, “wise in our own estimation”, and embrace the completeness of our one body… whatever headdress it wears (be it of feathers, whalebone, scull cap, or turban)… or name it assigns its place of worship… or name by which it recognizes, respects, and worships our common Creator.

Within a smiling deference to Norah Ephram as she defined blogging as one’s expression of what they perceive as truth on the day of their blog’s posting and subject to the winds of change with each new day… I submit this… my Truth as seen today… for your consideration.

As I bid us all “Welcome to our One Body of Humanity.”


Definitions from: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Copyright© 2004, 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.

Sharing a Moment

Oh my gosh! I am in the midst of “a moment.” And, in the absence of anyone here to share it with… well… isn’t that the domain of the blog? So, I push the STOP button on the VCR and interrupt the playback of the PBS fundraiser recorded as I slept last evening. A repeat of a reunion of “Do Wopp” musicians from the 60’s era is the focus of the program. And these singers and players are presenting their iconographic songs and performances. I am, admittedly, swept away in a tsunami of recollected emotions and feelings as I prepare and enjoy my breakfast to this background of heart stirring memories.

Then, just moments ago, Betty Everett (who has, sadly, passed away since the recording of this program) and Jerry Butler held hands (my favorite form of interpersonal intimacy) and sang “Let It Be Me.” And as they danced a waltz (my favorite form of dance expression) during an interlude in the melody, I danced with them… alone, here in my little 14X14 apartment… and repeated a poem that I wrote many years ago. I then stopped the tape and sat down to the computer to share this moment with you, My Dear Reader. Lest you ever wonder what lives in the most intimate and treasured corners of my Being, I offer these lines from “Let It Be Me” as just sung on this taped performance. And I offer to you (once again) that poem… “The Absence.” Thank you for the indulgence that you grant me by your investment of yourself in reading these.

Let It Be Me

“I bless the day I found you
I want to stay around you
And so I beg you
Let it be me

Don't take this heaven from one
If you must cling to someone
Now and forever
Let it be me”


THE ABSENCE

He walks proudly, as the sovereign of beings,
parading confidence in his very presence.
Seemingly he needs none other than himself… the power exuded in his solitude and might bespeaks no requirement beyond his own strengths.

Yet, with him, each step of the way, is a powerful Absence;
just as real and tangible as any presence.
This Absence has form, size, dimension, breath, warmth, character, and being… and… in its existence, the Absence holds power and authority equal to all held by its host.

Indeed, he is but a fraction of what he is capable of being… with this Absence keeping pace with him… stride for stride.
While all of the necessary equipment is there for him to dominate, control, and enjoy his term as master… he is diluted in his ability to measure up to the illusion… the expectations… by the Absence that denies him the power that would be… in Her Presence.

Her Presence, in displacing the Absence, fills each void of need, desire, inspiration, motivation, fulfillment and joy that serve to energize him toward all that is expected of so grand a creature as he.
Her Presence, in displacing the Absence, makes of him all that the image of him proclaims… provides the substance to support the vision.

Her Presence… but, oh, such a void when it remains the Absence… waiting, hungering, echoing for the filling… when…

“THE TWO SHALL BE AS ONE.”


John-Michael
06Sept1989
Revised: 25Apr2001
Revised: 10Aug2004


Let It Be Me (continued)

“Each time we meet love
I find complete love
Without your sweet love
What would life be

So never leave me lonely
Tell me you love me only
And that you'll always
Let it be me”

Again, I thank you for allowing me this sharing of purely self indulgent expression.

Life's Gift of Friendship

There can be no greater blessing in life than that of friends. I am so blessed! And, today, I have enjoyed the treat of sharing in the exchange of intimacies with two of my friends… which inspires me to share something of them with you, My Dear Reader. For, you see, I would that you be equally blessed in your life. So, please share, with me, in the joyful spirit of today’s contact with Friends.

First… I received a phone call from D, who called to let me know that he had forwarded some photos taken during a visit to Tampa’s zoo.

The love between D and his wife H is so exciting and refreshing that I can not confine its beauty to my own enjoyment… so I share it (in the form of two of their photos)… and the marvelous serenity and joy that is consistently Them.


Then, as I accessed the webb to look at the photos, I was delighted to see that I had a message from M.B. The gift of her sensitive and caring spirit is reflected in this excerpt from that message (which she stipulated was sent as “inspiration for your blog.”) In fact and truth… M.B. is inspiration for my blog! I give you that excerpted message.

I was visiting in southern Kentucky and discovered that a lady I had known as a child was in a local nursing home. She has had polio’s effects as long as I had known her (which would make her in her 70's now.) I found her in good spirits, gnarled up in her little bed. When I told her who I was she made an immediate connection and informed me that she had one of my CD's and had enjoyed my music. We talked for some time, as difficult as it was for her, before I realized she had a typewriter. when I asked if she types letters, she smilingly replied, "No, I write for the newspaper."

There! Isn’t the Creator of all that is this Life the very best of Givers of Gifts?! I bid you, Dear Friend, a most peacefully serene of moments… right now.

Miss You

Miss You / AUTHOR UNKNOWN

I miss you in the morning, dear,
When all the world is new;
I know the world can bring no joy
Because it brings not you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
Your tender smile for me,
The charm of you, the joy of your
Unfailing sympathy.

The world is full of folks, it’s true,
But there was only one of you.

I miss you at the noontide, dear;
The crowded city street
Seems but a desert now, I walk
I solitude complete.
I miss your hand beside my own
The light touch of your hand,
The quick gleam in the eyes of you
So sure to understand.

The world is full of folks, it’s true,
But there was only one of you.

I miss you in the evening, dear,
When daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
To rest me from the day,
I try to think I see you yet
There where the firelight gleams…
Weary at last, I sleep, and still
I miss you in my dreams.

The world is full of folks, it’s true,
But there was only one of you.


IMAGES through the gracious courtesy of Jon Sullivan, PDPhoto.org

'Right Now' Living

It has taken a lot of living to begin to understand two precepts that govern my ability to relate to and appreciate life. First… no person is to be possessed. Second… no place is my destination. These two run contrary to all that the world would have me understand. What I have had presented to me is the concept that I should find “The One” who is to “be mine” for all of my life. And that I should make “a home” that is where I am to reside for all of my life. Both of these assumptions are in absolute contradiction to the natural dynamic of living. Neither of these beliefs give consideration to the realities of immaturity, growth, maturation, nor refined tastes (not to mention the infinite range of variables affecting the elements of life exterior to ourselves) that make for a changing Self.

Experience has taught me that each moment is temporary… and the elements of that moment are, likewise, temporary… and fleeting. Much effort is made and energy wasted in the attempt to cling to the vanishing vapor of life’s moments. Great amounts of pain and anguish is known in the lamenting of passed circumstances, material ‘stuff’, and relationships. The acceptance of every gift entrusted to us on our journey as something to be grateful for, in the context of that moment, is an art in living that is not spoken of. For, My Dear Friend, is not even the moment in which we are blessed with a gift, in and of itself? Should we not be saying, with each passing tick of our life’s clock, “Thank you Life, for the gift of this moment… with all of the circumstances and elements that it offers?” But we are encouraged… nay!… we are required (by the insistent pressures of all around us) to claim ownership of and declare exclusive rights to jobs, friends, homes, lovers, spouses, children, political affiliations, and on, and on. Yet… just one encounter with a debilitating disease brings us to the immediate recognition of the reality that… we neither own, nor control anything that we have so carefully inventoried and placed our label on. Even the next breath that we take… we do not take… it is GIVEN to us as a gift.

So, it is with a sense of urgency that I discipline myself to focus… really take measure of… every single minute detail of my life. Thereby giving myself the ability to humbly say “Thank You Life” for it all. And to each of you who are struggling with the frustrations, disappointments, pains, and anguish of seeking that permanent, perfect, absolute… ANYTHING… please, I implore you, step back… give thanks for (and let everyone involved know… by telling them… that you are thankful for) everyone and everything that is part of the moving, growing, evolving, and dynamic life that you are living. For then, My Sweet, exasperated, confused, and anxious Friend, you will be truly LIVING your life… as it is RIGHT NOW. And a succession of moments lived in this awareness all add up to Your Life well lived.

In the hope and with the abiding desire that these reflections will serve to benefit the very next step that you take, I remain (as always) Your Loving Friend and caring Servant.

Someone, not Anyone

“So, why do you want to be alone on this holiday?” I was asked. “Oh no… I do not want to be alone. I want very much to be with Someone. And if I was with Anyone, it would be a reminder that I am not with Someone.” I answered.

Now, as I reflect on that brief exchange, I consider that You too may want to be with Someone at this moment. But circumstance and the fruits of previous life choices have conspired to leave you alone... with a disinclination to be with Anyone. So, I write to let You know that you are not alone in your moment.

Thanksgiving Proclamation

With my sincere gratitude to THE SOUTH ATLANTIC HUMANITIES CENTER
A PARTNERSHIP OF VIRGINIA FOUNDATION FOR THE HUMANITIES, VIRGINIA TECH, AND UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA and for the edification of all who desire to know the best of the workings of the minds and spirits of the Fathers of what is best about these United States… I offer:

George Washington's Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1789

The first president of the United States also issued the first Thanksgiving Proclamation, on October 3, setting the celebration for November 26, the fourth Thursday in November that year.

THANKSGIVING DAY 1789
BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA - A PROCLAMATION

Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor—and Whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me "to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness."

Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be—That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks—for his kind care and protection of the People of this country previous to their becoming a Nation—for the signal and manifold mercies, and the favorable interpositions of his providence, which we experienced in the course and conclusion of the late war—for the great degree of tranquillity, union, and plenty, which we have since enjoyed—for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national One now lately instituted, for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which he hath been pleased to confer upon us.

And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech him to pardon our national and other transgressions—to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually—to render our national government a blessing to all the People, by constantly being a government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed—to protect and guide all Sovereigns and Nations (especially such as have shewn kindness unto us) and to bless them with good government, peace, and concord—To promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and Us—and generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

Given under my hand at the City of New York the third day of October in the year of our Lord 1789.

GEORGE WASHINGTON.

(And then:)

Abraham Lincoln's Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1863

The sixteenth president's proclamation of October 3, 1863 was actually his third; he had issued proclamations in April 1862 and August 1863. The reason the following is usually considered to be the first modern presidential proclamation of Thanksgiving is that with it began an unbroken string of such acts, always setting a late-November date for the celebration.

THANKSGIVING DAY 1863
BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA—
A PROCLAMATION

The year that is drawing toward its close has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added which are of so extraordinary a nature that they can not fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever-watchful providence of Almighty God.

In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign states to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere, except in the theater of military conflict, while that theater has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defense have not arrested the plow, the shuttle, or the ship; the ax has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege, and the battlefield, and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom.

No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy.

It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently, and gratefully acknowledged, as with one heart and one voice, by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow-citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next as a day of thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners, or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore if, as soon as may be consistent with the divine purpose, to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity, and union.

In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed.
Done at the city of Washington, this 3d day of October A.D. 1863, and of the Independence of the United States the eighty-eighth.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN

The Falling Leaves

While I glory in the infusion of all that the leaves of experience bring to this tree that is my earthly span of life… I also recognize the time for each experiential leaf to give way to that season of my life that spells its termination.

I have learned (through countless repetitions of the attempt) not to try to hang on to those leaves… but to celebrate their contribution to my pilgrimage by applauding the festive colours of their departure.







I gratefully offer my thanks to Life for the enhancements that each experiential leaf has brought to my development and accept the continued nourishment of my growth that inevitably comes from the slow composting of each leaf’s passing at the foundation of my Being.

For I recognize that from the midst of all that passes away…


there is the always fresh beauty of what is new and filled with promise.

Yes, My Dear Reader, Life does offer a lesson for our living of each and every element of our daily walk…

if we will but slow ourselves and invest the time... and focus on the marvels that surround us.

To that end, and for your benefit, bourne of my love of and care for you, I remain, as always, Your faithfully reminding Friend and Servant.


IMAGE (Child in leaves): Ian Scott/ BBC
IMAGES (all others): Ian Britton, FreeFoto.com

The Greatest

"Whosoever humbles themselves, as this little child, is the greatest in all of heaven."

The Book Of MATTHEW chapter 18, verse 4


IMAGE: BBC Photo (Small child at prayers at Tehran University, Iran)

Different Stars

So, what makes it do difficult to bridge the gap of understanding, and communicate the values and desires of one’s Self. I suggest that one of the key difficulties is language. Oh yes!… we speak the same native tongue. But the dialect of our inner Person is far more often differing from that of the one with whom we desire understanding. I offer one word as example… wife. In my experience, I was to have a wife; her intent was to be a wife.

Now, in those short statements of intent lurk implied role expectations. I was (in “having a wife”) to take responsibility for… possess… ‘have’, as an appendage, a wife. In my unstated (to either myself or her) inner expectations, her status as "Wife" was a mere formality that gave social and religious license to our living together and enjoying life as Lovers. She was (through the lens of her perception) to be vested with certain power… authority… responsibility… rank and position…station suited to a matriarchal entity. I had no idea as to what she considered a "wife" to be…for I (in fact) had no desire to have a "wife", but (as previously stated) a lover. It was my mistaken belief that I would be marrying my Lover and romance would then be our ongoing daily experience in playful exuberance. (Are you getting the feeling here that I was in no way ready for marriage?) She, on the other hand, saw “wife” as a position of responsibility for the establishment of a well-appointed and socially inviting home. I now (thanks to an understanding of temperaments and personality styles) know that the happiness of my inner spirit is in romance while her happiness is to be found in structured and ordered roles in physical and social surroundings. But, at the time of our marriage… neither of had a clue as to these truths.

All of this… and we are only considering one word… one word that encompasses an enormous spectrum of life-determining definitions and perspectives… one word that sets the mood, the tone, the atmosphere for relationship, environment, and behavior in societies, cultures, communities, and laws of government throughout the world. This one word… wife… in our mental vocabulary is but a small installment in systems of functioning that shape lives around the globe. The way that the word ’wife’ is understood and responded to in every home of every community, of every country, on every continent determines the nature of entire cultures. So with the seemingly overwhelming scope of this one word multiplied by the many words that shape our thinking and our behavior… how would I dare suggest that we approach such a weighty subject as a “Life Vocabulary?”

It is my suggestion that we begin by honoring with respectful appreciation the importance and significance of our language, and carefully taking the first simple step of acknowledging, to each other, the accepted fact that, while we may all be using the same words… they can, and will mean something entirely different to each of us. And no definition is the “right” one at the expense of another being the “wrong” one. For, as alluded to earlier, our inherently understood definitions are determined by the blending of our inborn temperament type with the cultural norms of our respective societies molded by our individual familial standards.

But the core of our understanding is always founded by the silent but always-present personality as has been acknowledged by the notes of Hypocrites, Plato, and Aristotle through the more recent Jung and Myers. Our own individual values, motives, drives, desires, and inclinations are the most fundamental foundation for the formation of our Personal Life Vocabulary for it is the Inner Us that interprets the input of the exterior influences on our concepts of life. So it behooves us to insist that those with whom we wish to live in harmony take the time and make the effort to paint expansive pictures of what they mean by what they say… and that we LISTEN!

All of this having been said, it is absolutely natural… even predictable… that, in my marriage, my wife saw her role and my role as one set of expectations… while my hopes and desires were completely foreign to her. WE WERE NAVIGATING TO DIFFERENT STARS. That the “marriage” lasted for twenty years and was (compared to the surrounding norm) harmonious and functional (in the eyes of our children, family, and friends) is a testament to our combined commitment to that goal. It is my sincere hope and determined intention that the candid presentation of this subject be of benefit to you, My Dear Reader, in your own daily walk. For we are in this together… and you and I and Love can make that walk a more satisfying and pleasant experience. You just watch! You will see.


IMAGE: CNN/ NASA

Mostyn's Garage (and Funeral Services)

There are some places, along life's way, that simply demand a stop and a chat. There is no conceivable way that I could pass by this establishment without meeting the proprietor. Here is someone with a diversity of talents that deserve one's attention.


I truly hope that you find the same refreshment of Spirit that I have enjoyed in whimsical contemplation of this image. Here's to Life!...and those who live it!


IMAGE through the gracious courtesy of Ian Britton, FreeFoto.com

Influence

When I first saw this image, I was moved by the dramatic power of the silhouetted tree in the foreground… then the one in the distance… then the stub of either a new tree or the remains of an old one in the far removed… then a similarity appeared to me. All of these trees have been influenced by the forces of a prevailing wind that, quite obviously, has made itself known to the scene for a long while.

My mind then went to the effects of influences on our lives that appear to those who look at us from all manner of perspectives, over spans of time, or in brief glimpses. Do we not reflect the shaping and molding influences of myriad contributors to our growth and development (the "winds of influence" on our lives)? I then began to wonder what Thinkers of the past have had to say about this matter of “Influence.”

So, My Dear Reader, I invite you to join me as we sit together under the darkening boughs of this demonstrative tree and consider the musings of some of Life’s notable individuals as they address the subject of the influences of:

Life’s Seasons
Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

Friendship
When the conduct of men is designed to be influenced, persuasion, kind unassuming persuasion, should ever be adopted. It is an old and true maxim that 'a drop of honey catches more flies than a gallon of gall.' So with men. If you would win a man to your cause, first convince him that you are his sincere friend. Therein is a drop of honey that catches his heart, which, say what he will, is the great highroad to his reason, and which, once gained, you will find but little trouble in convincing him of the justice of your cause, if indeed that cause is really a good one.
Abraham Lincoln (1809 - 1865)

Each of Us All
Let no man imagine that he has no influence. Whoever he may be, and wherever he may be placed, the man who thinks becomes a light and a power.
Henry George (1839 - 1897)

One’s Parent
Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.
Carl Jung (1875 - 1961)

One’s World
In Life, only a few persons influence the formation of our character; the multitude pass us by like a distant army. One friend, one teacher, one beloved, one club, one dining table, one work table are the means by which one's world and the spirit of one's world affect the individual.
Jean Paul Richter (1763 - 1825)

One’s Studies
Never regard study as a duty, but as the enviable opportunity to learn to know the liberating influence of beauty in the realm of the spirit for your own personal joy and to the profit of the community to which your later work belongs.
Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

A Teacher
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.
Henry Adams (1838 - 1918), The Education of Henry Adams

One’s Person on others
It takes tremendous discipline to control the influence, the power you have over other people's lives.
Clint Eastwood (1930 - )

The whimsy of a Community
In the late 19th century Evanston, Illinois, nicknamed "Heavenston" by Frances Willard, was a Methodist-minded town, so pious that the town fathers, resenting the dissipating influence of the soda fountain, passed an ordinance forbidding the sale of ice cream sodas on Sunday. Some ingenious confectioners, obeying the law, served ice cream with syrup but no soda. This soda-less soda was the Sunday soda, and became so popular that orders for "Sundays" crossed the counter everyday of the week. When objection was raised to christening the dish after the Sabbath, the spelling was changed to Sundae, and so developed one of America's most characteristic dishes.
William Lyon Phelps (1865-1943)

One’s Early Childhood Development
I believe there are few whose view of life has not been affected by the stern or kindly influences of their early childhood, which threw them in upon themselves in timidity and reserve, or drew them out in genial confidence and sympathy with their fellow creatures. Basil W. Maturin (1847-1915)

Inner Virtue
One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any external influence. Moreover, that in that does happiness consist.
Diogenes Laertius (fl. early 3rd Century)

All of these having been noted, please permit my reminder that nothing in our lives is without consequence. All that we do and all that we allow to be done makes a mark… creates an influence in the conscious or sub-conscious/ present or future awareness of any and all exposed to it. And, by the same measure, all that we allow to touch us in any area of our Being influences us in some way. Herein, we have the advantage over the tree. We all… each and every one of us… have some measure of control over what we give license to touch us. We bear responsibility for the influences accessing our thinking, our health, our behavior, and our Spirit. This is the gift that Life blesses us with… and the opportunity that resides in each election that we make in each moment of our lives. I humbly ask that you treasure and respect the precious quality of your Self as you choose the elements that are touching you today.

To the extent that I have presented you some fresh perspective on the influences on your life and the influences that your life is making , I offer you my very best of wishes and warmest of regards as I remain, Your loving Friend and constant Servant,

John-Michael


IMAGE through the gracious courtesy of Ian Britton, FreeFoto.com

The Boat Houses of Encinitas

I saved this image quite some time ago… simply because it made me smile. I have enjoyed the pleasure that accompanies imagined scenarios attached to it each time I see it. I have envisioned all sorts of commentary and conversation by an endless supply of conjured characters encountering this far-out-of-the-ordinary pair of structures. The “Boat houses of Encinitas” have entertained me a great deal… but I finally had to find out the story behind their existence. And I share that story with you now.

It seems that there was a most frugal and creative individual incorporated in the person of one Mister Miles Minor Kellogg, of Encinitas, California. In the period encompassing the 1920’s and 1930’s Mister Kellogg was energetically involved in what is, in this twenty first century, popularly known as recycling. He had an acute eye for bargain-priced, pre-used materials that his skills as a versatile builder and enterprising businessman could transform into some new creation to satisfy an envisioned need. This was demonstrated when his hotel building became infested with bats. Mister Kellogg solved that problem by removing the top floor of the building. Then, with a supply of perfectly usable lumber liberated from the hotel, he set about constructing a silent movie theatre next door to that same hotel.

So it was not surprising that our Mister Kellogg saw the demolition of the Moonlight Beach Bathhouse in 1925, as the source of a fresh supply of right-priced building materials. But timbers used in the construction of the low-ceilinged bathhouse were not suited for use in a traditional building with requirements for higher ceilings. Mister Kellogg’s lingering interest in the sea coupled with his recollection the time spent working on low-ceilinged ships on Lake Michigan gave birth to inspiration. There you go then! The obvious destiny for the bathhouse lumber was a resurrection as a boat… or boats. Hence his creation (with the after-school assistance of his young son, Miles Justin Kellogg) of the SS Moonlight, and the SS Encinitas… or what we now know fondly as “The Boat Houses of Encinitas.” Both were “launched” with their sterns to, and a block away from, the sea in 1928 and are, to this day, the most photographed scene in the Encinitas area.

A lovely (and fun) example of what can be done with the materials that Life gives us.


IMAGE through the gracious courtesy of Jon Sullivan, PDPhoto.org

For This Is Wisdom

For this is wisdom; to love, to live,

To take what Fate, or the Gods, may give,


To ask no question, to make no prayer,

To kiss the lips and caress the hair,


Speed passion’s ebb as you greet its flow,…

To have,… to hold,… and,… in time,… let go!



LAURENCE HOPE

aka: Adela Florence Cory Nicolson


09 April 1865 - 04 October 1904






IMAGES: SCENES through the gracious courtesy of Ian Britton, FreeFoto.com
LAURENCE HOPE Wikipedia

Life's Small Things

Communication is, perhaps, the most important game of all of the “Games of Life” that we all play. And it is a game that perplexes and befuddles most of us throughout our lifetimes. Yet, it need not be so. For there are some very simple and basic tools of understanding that will enable us to engage in the “communication game” with a satisfactory, if not enjoyable, level of competency. Today, I offer but one of those “tools” for your consideration. I will illustrate it with a vignette from my experience. Please read with patience… as I must explain the details that demonstrate the point.

We would invite guests to our home for an evening of dining and playing well known board games. One of everyone’s favorites was a game involving marbles and a round board. The idea of the game is to use the roll of the dice to generate numbers to be applied to the movement of one’s marbles from a starting point to a finishing point (home.) Each player has their own beginning point and ’home’ point. An exact number must be rolled to start each marble (each player has 5 or so marbles…as I recall) around the board… and an exact number must be rolled to move each marble from the circuit into the “home base.” Hence each player could expect to have one or more marbles waiting on the circuit for an exact number to allow entry into “home.” And those waiting marbles are vulnerable to another player’s passing marble’s landing on them while they were waiting. This would send the waiting marble all of the way back to the start point.

I tell you all of this so that you will have some understanding of why each player would have a degree of anxiety as they tried to roll the exact number to allow the entry of their marbles into home…and away from that place of vulnerability. Thusly, as the game reached its final minutes, the play would consist of all players having all of their marbles lined up at the entrance to their respective home points… no one going around the circuit (the circuit having been completed by all)… and each player, in turn, rolling the dice in the attempt to get the exact number required for entry to home. BORING!! Or so I decided.

I, therefore, chose to move my marbles right past my Home Place entry point, continue around the circuit, and land on each of the other players’ marbles waiting for entry to their respective home… thusly sending them, in turn, back to their start point. Oh My! The emotion that I stirred! You would think that I had committed some heinous crime. “You are not playing fair!” these grown adults would cry. “You are not following the rules” they would protest. Whereupon I would demonstrate, by reading the rules (an exercise guaranteed to try the patience of any but the most saintly of persons) that I was fully within the rules to opt to pass up my own opportunities to “win” the game in favor of spoiling others’ chances of winning.

The degree of fury is beyond what I can adequately convey in words here. So incensed would the others become that they banded together (without fail) in their genuine anger against me. This I took as an amusement for I was amazed that these supposedly rational people were putting the placement of a few marbles on a playing surface, above the tangible reality that we as a group of friends were “enjoying” an evening together. And I continually held the genuine belief that they would see the silliness of the moment and join me in a good laugh at ourselves (this NEVER happened.) I was disappointed in the values demonstrated by my friends… and they were disappointed in my obvious willingness to be so “mean-spirited” as to spoil the game for them all. Needless to say, the playing of that game was short-lived.

So what… My Dear Reader… was happening there that offers us some understanding of and means to improve our accomplishment of meaningful communication. Simply this… we are sharing our world with people whose basic and innate temperament and personalities differ from ours. We really do “see” the stuff of life differently. We all have the same “stuff” (circumstances, situations, data, events) presented to us. But we, by nature, PERCEIVE those elements in completely different ways. Those friends, with whom I played that game, were responding to their sense of “begin, play, win” as presented by the rules of the game. They were acting on their natural inclination to follow the CONCRETE structure of the exercise. They were part of the 78% majority of the population (Left-Brain-Dominant) of the world who see all of life’s “stuff” in very immediate, defined, and absolute terms.

What we were up against was my predisposition (by natural design) to look for the spatial, potential, conceptual possibilities (Right-Brain-Dominant) presented by the game. For me, this was just as legitimate and valid as their perceptions… and I couldn’t understand their refusal to recognize and even respect my perceptions. They interpreted my behavior as me being a total Jerk. And I interpreted their animosities as them being more interested in WINNING a game… than us PLAYING a game together. I saw their behavior as a rejection of our personal interaction. They saw my behavior as a refusal to be part of the community of players. None of us had a clue as to what the actual dynamics at play were. We had no basis of understanding necessary for successful communication.

You may say “That is such a small thing!” To which I would respond that our lives are made up of far more “small things” of daily life than relatively “large” things to be dealt with. I have intentionally chosen a seemingly insignificant life event to illustrate this communication conflict because it is in our mundane and routine interactions that we rehearse and reinforce our habits of thinking about and responding to all of the world around us. It is with repetition and practice that we establish our ways of living among each other. And it is my desire to offer what I consider to be the cornerstone of all successful communication… the absolute reality that we are living amongst folk who have, as their own natural gift, a perspective that may well differ from our own. This is a fact of our creation. It is a wonderful truth of the balance and harmony offered by Life.

So what to do? Simply… inquire! That’s it! Question and listen for indications as to how your interlocutor is perceiving the subject being dealt with… then accommodate their view of the matter by tailoring your presentation of your view in a way that compliments theirs. Determine the tone of their view… and harmonize with that tone. Though you may not understand… respect… their right to their view. In all of the seemingly small things practice this methodology… so that in the event of the larger things, you will be well rehearsed. I can offer no more valuable a treasure for your happy coexistence with your world than this. I present its simplicity… and its wealth as I remain, as always, Your constant Friend and willing Servant,

John-Michael