A Blank Piece of Paper January 11, 2016Posted by Yvonne in Dynamics of Resistance, Indirect Approach.
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She sat before a blank piece of paper. A creative writing project was to be turned in. Something was bothering her. It was blocking her. She tried to think of beautifully creative scenes, wonderful people and fantastic lives of story-book characters. The need and want to write something beautiful throbbed within her, but was overruled by the drudgery of her everyday life. It was told her, “Write of what you know.” She felt void like a deep empty cavern and wondered of what it was she knew.
Her mind set itself wandering about the bottom, at the deepest part of the canyon that she pictured as her soul. At first it stood stricken at the narrowness of the place. It crawled forward, fearful of what it might run into, but eager as it was always about something unknown. Her mind stumbled in the beginning. It gathered courage and gaped as it found that the narrow cavern her mind had once perceived expanded to enormous proportions as it walked.
As her mind rambled along through her soul, it observed many wonderful things. Some were new and others, so ancient they were nearly impossible to discern from the stone walls of the canyon.
As her mind wandered it began to feel at home as it adjusted to the shadow cast by some unseen projection, for the cliffs appeared to vanish. Presently, her mind felt itself so engrossed by the things it perceived that it quite forgot what it had come to do.
Numerous memories inhabited the canyon. Flashes of countless days spent lying on a patch of grass sat latent within a grove of lifeless trees that had lost the fruit of innocence. A pool of water held the cherished reflection of a life once dreamed of. Occasionally her mind came upon a bud plucked from the earth before it had the chance to blossom. These flowers were those of compassion and tenderness. The truth invaded her mind. She knew that she did not allow herself to be compassionate and at that moment she learned compassion. She felt relieved. Her mind rubbed it’s eyes as a small ray illuminated the now endless soul.
As it walked, her mind learned, and the rays grew. She knew, and she knew that she knew. She experienced great joy in the satisfaction she found. She realized that her soul was not merely a deep empty cavern, but discovered the realistic nature of it. She learned that her soul was indeed a meadow of ever unfolding beautiful scenes, wonderful memories, and fantastic storybook characters. She did not have to pretend; she wrote of what she knew – how all this came about, before a blank piece of paper.
Note: This I wrote in 8th grade English class with Mrs. Tarpinian. It seems particularly apropos these days.
Magic Fortune September 7, 2013Posted by Yvonne in beginner blogger, Continuity of Source, Dynamics of Resistance, Indirect Approach, Word in Action.
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Recently I did a collage of Chinese fortunes I’d found when helping a friend clear his home before moving years ago … and just sent it to him.
And he asked me why I did it.
I think they might have been in a basket in the kitchen or something, and just struck me as a collection … so I saved them and had intended to get them to him some day. I mean, he saved them so, they must have been important …
Why don’t we just read a fortune and then toss it? Sometimes, we read them aloud to our dinner partners, end with “… in bed!”, compare, have a good laugh … and leave them at the Chinese restaurant or toss them along with the take-out boxes.
But if there’s something in it, we keep them. Hope? Wonder? Perhaps an avoidance of the potential dire consequences should we fail to honor their oriental magic, fueled by the mystery of how this particular message could have come to us at this particular time and place … the trick our brain does to make it seem the “perfect message for me right now” … and those are the ones we keep. The magic ones.
As I look around, I’ve got a few I can point to right off … among the collection of items forming the centerpiece on my dining room table: “You will soon be visited by an old friend”. Taped to my drawing table at an angle where only I can see them and only when I’m actually sitting in the chair: “Don’t underestimate yourself. Your social skills are needed by others at this time.” (that one came with startup #2 of 4) and “You will receive unexpected support over the next week. Accept graciously.” I’m sure there are others lurking in my many books, jewelry drawer, kitchen and glove box.
And he asked me why I did return them? Well, obviously, It was because of the magic.
To return the magic that had surely been important at a time and place. I’m not sure if it still holds, but I gotta say, putting together the collage and then selecting the images to fill in did seem like the weaving together of powerful threads he had surely gathered, however done – whether jokingly during dinner parties, a lone night with late take-out, or purposely brought home from social outings of one type or another.
So that’s why I did it.
And now I’m wondering what other fortunes I have stashed here and there which are quietly doing their work … put in motion by an inner impetus stimulated into resonance with the universe.
A brief look into my Tech Mitigated Life February 25, 2009Posted by Yvonne in Distinctions, Indirect Approach.
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It’s 3:33AM. I’m noticing that who I am is now tech defined.
For the last several days my iPhone would not ring. Apparently some switch on the side got switched and though Settings said ring was on, ring was actually off. It took me awhile to find it. Actually I didn’t find it. Complaining to a friend, he told me his had done the same thing, and revealed there was some switch on the side. I fumbled in that direction and the next thing you know I heard the ring of an incoming call. Magic, I’d say. Now I’m back with the living: immediately accessible, though tech mitigated, once again.
This morning I woke thinking about my current experience, living in expanded tech, tech being defined as that which is human created, man-made as it were.
Looking back, I could say that I’ve gone from experiencing life through family – with parents, siblings, pets, sometimes grandmas and grandpas, and now and then cousins; life through body as a dancer from a young age and later athlete; and life through interaction with others, leading and learning as a “boss” of the older and teacher of the younger ones since I was probably about 7 or so. When did tech show up?
Everything Else, a Poem from Peru May 9, 2008Posted by Yvonne in Continuity of Source, Dynamics of Resistance, Evolution of We, Indirect Approach.
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The Mirror Trick: You Are Beautiful! May 27, 2006Posted by Yvonne in Distinctions, Indirect Approach.
A couple weekends ago, I was with a dear friend, Kaaren Henderson, a brilliant woman who has created a fabulous workshop to bring out the beauty in everywoman. For more info, check out Body Feng Shui.
At the workshop, I shared a trick I learned, and she asked me to write it up. So I thought I'd share it here too …
We all know about the power of positive self-talk, and we all know how challenging mirrors can be, but here’s a trick that really works.
I work from home. And there’s a mirror just to the right of my desk. Sometimes, when I’m on the phone or shifting gears between activities, I catch a glance of myself. How often, you might ask, am I tempted to judge what I look like? “Sit up straight! No lipstick? Where are your earrings … oh hush, I’m still in my p.j.s!”
Then I realized that when I look in the mirror, my image takes up only part of what I see. But there is also the background which reflects the window and the wall to the left of my desk. And that wall was blank.
So thinking I’d like to see something nice when I look in the mirror, I selected an art print of a lovely girl/goddess that is inspiring to me.
Now when I glance to wall at the left of my desk, she’s there. And when I glance to the right, I see myself in the mirror, but I also see her serene and beautiful reflection.
Now, rather than thinking, “Oops, who didn’t do my hair yet this morning?”, I instantly think: “She’s beautiful!” Then I look at myself and just smile and feel great.
And, LOL, I don’t think my subconscious really knows the difference!
How You Know You’re Dead, Part 2 January 27, 2006Posted by Yvonne in Distinctions, Dynamics of Resistance, Indirect Approach.
This thing has just not let me alone. So here’s the latest:
- Nothing scares you.
- You’re not a member of any clubs or organizations, movements or communities.
- You don’t go on bike rides.
- You haven’t seen a movie for quite awhile, and if you did you don’t remember it much.
- You don’t stretch in the morning.
- You forgot your name.
- You don’t check the mailbox.
- You can’t smell the flowers.
- You don’t get dressed up for anything.
- You feel really stiff.
- You can’t spell.
- You don’t notice anyone around you.
- There’s no journey you are on.
- You are very efficient, using the least amount of power. (more…)
Blog for Disruption and The Porous Membrane January 23, 2006Posted by Yvonne in Distinctions, Dynamics of Resistance, Indirect Approach.
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Reminds me of a lecture Bruce Lipton gave to the AMA sometime back. I saw a video of it and it was mindblowing. He talked about how biology is responsive to environment at the DNA level, cells respond to perception and all that. There was a bunch of stuff in there about membranes (meme-brains) and how they work. (more…)