Thoughts are the dandruff of the soul

Thoughts are the dandruff of your soul.  They are the stuff that flakes off when your soul is dry and itching, when it has not been well oiled with spirituality and inner healing. They are a sure sign that your soul has run dry, that you need to deeply condition yourself, that you need to give yourself some tender loving care, that you need to stay put for a while and just look after yourself.  You need to meditate - it's your anti-dandruff shampoo. Close your eyes, breathe, and listen to your inhalation-exhalation process. Feel your breath, nothing more. It's a technique as old as the Himalayas... maybe older even. Your breath is what binds you to the universe.  It is your only connection -- it is the most intrinsic way of belonging to the world, and having the world belong to you. Just breathe, and your soul will be cleansed -- it's a promise.

when your heart is hammering....

my heart fell out of my chest and i knew suddenly what heartache meant. it is not an abstract concept. it is a very real pain when your chest constricts and your heart is beating at lightning speed and you can't breathe...when you want it all to end, and you don't know how to end it... when the anguish of being alive is too intense and there are no silver linings visible at close quarters... and you just hope and pray that when you die, people will miss you and regret all the things they did wrong and that you will be remembered forever after as a saint and an angel... that all the pain you have endured will wash your soul clean and that you will be forever cherished in heaven for bearing your crosses with a guiltless conscience and compassion for the undeserving and yet the already forgiven...

and then i forgave... and my heart stopped beating... and i realized with humility that i had nothing to forgive. for i am one of the ones needing forgiveness... for it was anger that had made me anxious... and in anxiety there is no innocence.

calm like the rainbow after the storm, i stared out at the world once again... and was finally able to smile.

Seinfeld says

I love that episode of Seinfeld when George can't think of a comeback line for "Hey George - the ocean called and they're all out of shrimp...." It's awesome. I don't know how many of you out there are seinfeld fans or have seen this particular episode... but this is what i love about seinfeld as a writer. his ability to point out the ridiculous things that we obsess about. our ultimate nirvana is the perfect comeback. the weirder the observation - the truer it is... i mean seriously, how many times have you wished you could get back at someone for something he did to you? and spent hours plotting about how to do it... and then you come up with the perfect plan and hope and pray that life gives you a chance to execute it... and that the guy will do exactly what he does in your script and you will reduce him to a simpering mongrel who will lie at your feet and wag his tail by the time you're through...or tuck his tail in and run, depending...

don't be saintly. be honest. i wanna know how many of you out there have felt the way george felt about not having a ready comeback... and then wanted to have your day...

poem

The meaning in this poem could slant either way. Cherished Attitude In days gone by, and not too many at that, Stories are told of the times "out back". "Out Back" and away, where flowers grew well, The outhouse would stand, what stories it could tell. Stories of pranks could go on and on, Where memories were formed, great feuds were won. Cold starry nights were the best you see, Privacy was best; pranks were not likely to be. Dreams were born, as you sat down to read, That ole Sears catalog, of worries be freed. Of these days there are thoughts of gratitude, And a longing for that "ole outhouse attitude." In days to come, as it were thought to be smart, The days "out back" time would soon thwart. The sad part is, as those new days came on, Worries increased, days of pranks were gone. Most outhouses are gone, but a few still lean, Towards pranks and feuds, and the days they have seen. So when worries abound, and it's difficult to strive, That "ole' outhouse attitude should be kept alive.

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sensitivity

to be sensitive is like being a tree in the city green and giving fruit and shade while the smoke chokes your lungs to be sensitive is like being a child in a war lost and searching for peace while the bullets tear you apart to be sensitive is like being a bird in a cage colourful and singing for open skies while the eyes close you in

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Thought of the day

"The longest road I ever walked was the one away from you

 To be great is not a bad fate, but to be good is overdue

 So off I am to plant the trees I should have planted long ago

 And when one day their fruit you taste it is then that you will know

 That I am sorry for the pain I caused on the path I did then choose

 And that I would now grant with joy the favors I refused

 I did not know how to be a soul I was busy being a child

 In a world that has confused the innocent and the wild...

 

My way or your way?

There are two ways to live a life.  Either you live it the way you want to, or else you live it the way others want you to.If you live it the way you want to, there are two things that could result - either you will make yourself happy and others happy, or you will make yourself happy and others sad.

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Dead Meat

FISH FINALLY EXTINCT.

Is that the headline we're waiting for?

The Arctic ice caps are going to melt by August and all everyone is fighting over is the oil. 

family

Love your family.  Through their tantrums and idiosyncrasies and dysfunctional behaviour and depression.  Through all the worst times when you almost forget what it is you love about them.  when you think it's their fault that your life didn't turn out the way it did.  when you can't.

because there will be a day when you will know they are the ones who loved you the most. 

what's more - you will want to love them more than you can, and will wish you had loved them like that from the early days...

don't apologize for the mistakes. it's a waste of time. set them right instead. start loving.

your mother, your grandmother, your husband, your wife, your kids, your ex-wife, your uncles and aunts, your godmother...

they are the best friends you can hope to have, because they were given to you.  they were given to you to teach you something.

learn it well, so you don't have to learn it again a second time.