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30 Day Blogging Challenge |
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MIND KEY
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| Write about what you think about that moment before you go to sleep. What is that moment made of? Surrender to conscious unconsciousness. A moment of trust as your mind switches, sometimes leaps in to the void of dreams. A relaxed slide down or a tense struggle to quieten a chattering mind full of inane content waiting to be sorted out through sleep.   |
If you have nothing else to do, look at yourself and see if there isn't something close at hand that you can improve. It may make you wealthy, although it is more likely it will make you happy. - George M. Adams - Yes, I think we should always be looking and working on the journey of improvement. Firstly to know who we are as individuals, who we really are, under the layers of excuses, learned behaviour, borrowed behaviour, our dull habitual living habits etc. We need to blast our mediocre existence's with a change, a shift in being, a new way of seeing. As Bob Marley sang "Lively up yourself!" he also did a track on his album Kaya called "your running and your running away- but you can't run away from yourself." How often do you sit with yourself and spend quality time, just with yourself - no other peoples words in books or voices shouting messages to you from a screen. Just U. |
"Difficulty is the excuse history never accepts." ~Edward R. Murrow History is a delicious hindsight that almost seems to mock the mistakes made. History lays the foundations of mistakes to be either a learning process or a plague on the mind stifling forward action. What decides this is how you view it. If you make excuses for the mistake, you are likely to avoid and swerve from the truth, and history is likely to repeat itself. If you hit the truth and understand it, you can shoot forwards into the future not held back by crippling clinging to thoughts about mistakes. You are all allowed to forgive yourself and move on. Punishing yourself does nothing at all, except waste your time. |
| Write about the good times (without bringing up the bad) of a past relationship that went wrong. My Best Friend An artistic melding of minds. Walking the thin line together between brilliance and stupidity. Rarely delving in to the mundane always bouncing ideas off each other, both leading the exploration of maverick thought. Laughing together at the deep unexpected twists and turns. Knowing each other for years, seeing the good and bad in one another, accepting both without pious judgement, just acceptance and help at hand. Always joy and rarely annoyance. Then without explanation you disappeared off the face of my mind. Only the remnant smell of his cigarette smoke left as a clue. |
What does the sea mean to you? Wild and untamed, mysterious and powerful it draws me to it periodically I sit and soak it in. The negative ions buzzing my head in to submission, I give way to the over soak of oxygen in my blood and the tingling all awareness. It is a source of life, natures battery for the earth, it constantly changes its ways and patterns. Neverendingly beautiful and fascinating. I stand at the edge of the cliff wanting to step off and surrender to its power, to become it , be with it, wave to it, in it. Be Sea - BC - before sea. The earth was sea, is sea. It now reclaims the land and will eventually cover and swallow the dryness and develop it in to an underworld paradise... |
| Prompt day 18 A random act or experience A random encounter/meeting with a friend of a friend of a friend (like the Six Degrees of Separation theory) My friend and I executed an random act of kindness. Some years ago we were wandering through town in the depths of a winter night and we got talking to a tramp who was lying in the door way of a shop, it was a cold night. We asked him if he would like to come home with us. He did so, slowly as he kept complaining of the pain in his feet. When we got back we made him some food and hot tea and afterwards I took him to the bathroom and washed his bloody and dirty feet for him. We spent the evening singjng along to songs he liked. In the morning he had gone and had left us a lovely note saying how much he had enjoyed the evening. |
Day 17 HOW HOT IS IT WHERE YOU LIVE? It is very changeable here last week there was a day so hot it felt as if life had suddenly jumped in to a tumble dryer and turned itself on high. As you walked you felt the warm pillow of heat suffocating rational thought. Then this week in Sharp relief as if in denial warmth ever existed we have cool grey rainy days. A blanket of charcoal greys giving a bleak austere look to everything. It's a little bit chilly too, a craftiness that sneaks up beside you and you can't quite work out where it's coming from. |
| In terms of your artistic/writing craft, comment on the following idea: "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious". ~~Einstein and "What shakes the eye but the invisible?"~~ Theodore Roethke Mystery shapes the possibilities that lie ahead. With the unknown everything can be known. Possibilities are endless and interesting. Sometimes on dark blustery nights you turn your head absently in deep thought, your eye catches a barely visible form in the ether. What was that? You self enquire, then the thing is cast in to the ocean of un remembering with only a trace of it's ripples of existence, gently agitating the surface water of the mind. The thing whatever it was, wasn't fully formed so it has no life with us. Great ideas sometimes pass by like this, an incredible light sparks up, but we are shopping, or half asleep and don't get to a piece of paper in time and the thought disintegrates like rice paper flung, floating on the surface of the water. Seen vividly, then as quickly melted away. No cohesive substance left to make anything out of it. |
| If you had six weeks to live, what would do? I would tell everyone how much I had loved being with them and how much they had taught me and thank them for the time they had spent with me. I would write a letter for each of my loved ones a personal adieu. I would make sure that anything that felt undone was done and completed, that all the practical affairs were in order. I would spend my time preparing for my next existence, in meditation and spiritual thought, movement and joy. If I was in pain and suffering I would know there was an essential lesson within it and that I was meant to go through it ,and try to not let it take me away from the joy of moving on. Death is a just a transition. |
| "Human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives." - William James - I think we could all change the world for good if we all believed that we could and didn't put any obstacles in the way, it only takes a small leap to positivity to change anything. The power of the mind is greater than any problems that we perceive or do exist. |
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@ Michelangelo looking worried! It sounds like you had a great day!
