Stepping back the pace a little today.
While most people like to Power-Up for Monday, I think today I will power down a few gears and try and focus my energies on one thing and not Cosmic multi task which is what I am so used to doing, so much so that it seems normal to me. Until I start to see the people in my daily life begin to flinch when I speak to them, or they start to lag behind and are too tired or fatigued to have the desire to keep the pace with me, saying that they will catch me on the next lap just as soon as they catch their breath.
My “day-Job” requires such a 24/7 Power-Up pace, however, the lesson I am learning as I am now walking beside the Divine Miss U… a.k.a. The Universe. She is no longer a storm that is calling to me from off shore, but instead she is a trusted friend and confidant who is reminding me today that even the man in the circus who does the “Plate Spinning Act” with 100 plates in the air at a time… does not spin plates 24 hours a day 7 days a week.
There needs to be time for you, for the Universe to have a chat while you sit idle at the stop light on the road of life laughing about simpler things, things that do not need to save the world, save the planet or even save time. Just spend a day laughing at the nonsensical things, journey into new parts of your city, get lost in your thoughts, or close the door put on some music and “Dance Like the Whole World is Watching”!
Yes… the world will be there tomorrow, the hustle and bustle the dreams and the hopes all ready for your fresher outlook and your clear clean eyes to gaze at it. You say out-Loud , “Wow! I have never seen that before!” and your friend the Universe says:
“Don’t be silly, that has always been there just like it is now. I should know, I put it there. You just needed to downshift and see it at a slower pace instead of whizzing around like some NASCAR car driver of life with everything blurred except what is in front of you!”
A downshift to a Power-Up will always lead you to a victory…however if you were to run your life at a continuous break neck speed you will never arrive at the finish-line because you will have never seen the life lessons that she intends you to see.
So slow down and Go Gently and Power-Up to tomorrow.
And that's why my Monday blog got posted on Tuesday -- and it, like me, is the better for it!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
THE POWER OF "U"
There is an intense storm off shore.
You know it because you can see the clouds appear in the early evening sky, backlit by electric energy, and then instantly disappear into blackness.
Moments later a deep rumbling greets you, borne on the salt-swept wavetops of the surf. You are captivated by the storm’s size. Its sheer bulk encompasses your horizon.
It calls to you like a siren of the sea, it touches every pore of your being, and the ache to be engulfed in her turbulence is unlike anything you have ever felt or imagined possible in your lifetime.
The storm moves in to shore. Fear, anxiety, the fight or flight response is activated in you.
You chose Fight.
Standing your ground squaring your shoulders holding the line it hits. Not with gentle rain but with a BLAST a wall of water SLAMS into your body with such an intensity it is like a hit from 100 linebackers plowing into you.
Somehow you stand your ground. Your soul is drenched, cleansed. Your spirit rejuvenated, your body empowered.
Open your eyes to quiet... the beach is gone, the storm has dissipated, your clothes are dry, nothing is as it was except, wait…
Nothing is as it was because something has joined you the storm brought you to the X on your treasure map, to the point of being you, with every hope sent out with every dream wished and every desire fanned. You have called her and now she stands beside you.
Say hello to the Universe, she is right next to you…
FEEL THE POWER OF “U”
You know it because you can see the clouds appear in the early evening sky, backlit by electric energy, and then instantly disappear into blackness.
Moments later a deep rumbling greets you, borne on the salt-swept wavetops of the surf. You are captivated by the storm’s size. Its sheer bulk encompasses your horizon.
It calls to you like a siren of the sea, it touches every pore of your being, and the ache to be engulfed in her turbulence is unlike anything you have ever felt or imagined possible in your lifetime.
The storm moves in to shore. Fear, anxiety, the fight or flight response is activated in you.
You chose Fight.
Standing your ground squaring your shoulders holding the line it hits. Not with gentle rain but with a BLAST a wall of water SLAMS into your body with such an intensity it is like a hit from 100 linebackers plowing into you.
Somehow you stand your ground. Your soul is drenched, cleansed. Your spirit rejuvenated, your body empowered.
Open your eyes to quiet... the beach is gone, the storm has dissipated, your clothes are dry, nothing is as it was except, wait…
Nothing is as it was because something has joined you the storm brought you to the X on your treasure map, to the point of being you, with every hope sent out with every dream wished and every desire fanned. You have called her and now she stands beside you.
Say hello to the Universe, she is right next to you…
FEEL THE POWER OF “U”
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
OZ Is Within Me!
Wow, I just read yesterday's blog. It is no wonder I have been having a feeling of déjà vu on steroids.
For the past week, I mean not just a feeling like this moment I have lived before but ALL OF LAST WEEK, EVERY SECOND, EVERY MINUTE, EVERY DAY… I felt, no, I KNEW, what was going to happen next.
I absolutely without question knew. It got to a point where I was telling the Universe what she forgot!
I would be sitting with my friend Sean having a beer playing pool and I said “I am going to be beaten next game by a one armed, one-eyed Lesbian!” And sure enough the only person ever brave enough to break into a ritual game of pool played by Sean and myself was honest and truly a one sighted eye Lesbian who beat me with one arm tied behind her back! No Lie…. I wish I could make this up!
Anyway a week of déjà vu, ends to be about 6 days, 23hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds too long to have.
This morning I woke up and… I was in the present; I am in the Now, I am right where I needed to be all along. Not a question of doubt, not a care in the world and happily not a clue what is going to happen next.
I AM HOME… my very own home… Oz is in me. I have arrived at my Being Point!
For the past week, I mean not just a feeling like this moment I have lived before but ALL OF LAST WEEK, EVERY SECOND, EVERY MINUTE, EVERY DAY… I felt, no, I KNEW, what was going to happen next.
I absolutely without question knew. It got to a point where I was telling the Universe what she forgot!
I would be sitting with my friend Sean having a beer playing pool and I said “I am going to be beaten next game by a one armed, one-eyed Lesbian!” And sure enough the only person ever brave enough to break into a ritual game of pool played by Sean and myself was honest and truly a one sighted eye Lesbian who beat me with one arm tied behind her back! No Lie…. I wish I could make this up!
Anyway a week of déjà vu, ends to be about 6 days, 23hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds too long to have.
This morning I woke up and… I was in the present; I am in the Now, I am right where I needed to be all along. Not a question of doubt, not a care in the world and happily not a clue what is going to happen next.
I AM HOME… my very own home… Oz is in me. I have arrived at my Being Point!
Monday, October 19, 2009
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME COMING
Home Coming-- who will ever find it the same? How could you find it the same? Why would you want to find it anything but the same? Why isn’t it the same?
Well it happened to me this weekend.
I hitched a ride on a twister (my life) and landed safely back in OZ, my hometown.
Funny how I never knew that the fable was switched around before, but it is not that Dorothy wants to get back to Kansas. What she doesn’t know is how to get back to “her Kansas,” the one she had left 30 ago. What she found in OZ was actually home – she had just been gone so long it was hard to recognize. Everything had aged 30 years; people had passed or moved on; city planners did what they do, and before you know it you felt like a stranger in the one place you counted on knowing all of your life.
For some this would be hard enough to head back after 30 years and see what there is to be seen. Have I ever allowed my life to be so simple and to do one task at a time? Please!
I am the King of “Cosmic Multi Tasking,” so I packed as much stuff into a 48 hour round trip tornado ride as I could, I am to be honored by my High School along with 5 other folks from its 55 year history into the “High School Hall of Fame,” the first ever inaugural group. This means that out of all the senior classes of senior classes at Carlsbad High School, somehow someone thought I should be chosen to personify and represent everything that can happen when one does “Follow the Yellow Brick Road” to his discover his own land of OZ!
WOW! What are you kidding me? I was a nobody, a geek’s geek, and guy who was so riddled with shyness that he had to put on layers of bravado each morning before his tube socks just to get to school. I was the top choice to stand up for Carlsbad High, this was unfathomable. It brought me right back to the time in High School in 1980 before we graduated that I was nominated to be “Most Talented” in the class.???
Again… What??? I didn’t think people could even see me, let alone knew I wanted to be an actor when I grew up. But the Wizard had other plans it seems as I did win Both coveted awards over a 30 year time span. Talk about a Bubble ride!!
Coming back to my Kansas, I hardly recognized the place.
The school had tripled in size and as a matter of fact a new gym now stood Dwarfing the old one and this was the reason for the Dedication for the Hall of Fame except they were inducting non-athletes , Math Science, Creative Arts, Business, Education—All the misfits from their respected classes now were asked to stand up on a stage with a rainbow hanging over it and be lorded as their favorite sons and daughters. (Come to think of it, it was a boys club all men and not one woman made the hall of Fames first induction, hmm odd that I did not pick up on that until just now. not a Dorothy in the bunch. Seems a little strange.)
We were the Cowardly Lions in our time.
The Scarecrows.
And the invisible Tin Men.
Now we were standing on a stage before the entire school hearing our credits read off and for the first time ever in being in this space I was not worried if people were going to see me or here me or even like me it was a given. I was the man of the hour (one of six at least) and with it came the respect and humility I had always wanted as a kid.
I then stopped the show… yeah I told you I was packing a lot in this weekend. I had an agenda and I was going to get through this. I took the microphone and said to the class of 2010,2011,2012 and 2013 and all the teachers and Alumni present:
The first step in your Journey is the most important and without that step we would not be before you today trying to inspire you to reach your dreams.
The first step comes from someone believeing in you and I would like to recognize and start a scholarship program in this woman’s name. To the First woman “grown-up” ever to believe in me “us” the plaque reads.
To Monica Hall, our (Drama-Mama) the first grown up ever to believe in us! Thanks Teach- for your straightforward, inexhaustible style of believing in your “kids”. 30 years of the wonderful realities you created because you did something as simple as believe, the sum of all the belief you have given us could power Entire Nations.
Doug Jack
on behalf of the Carlsbad Theater Alumni
More in part two of this tale of back to Kansas, but I need a moment to cry tears for that boy who wanted so much to be the man I am today and stay in this bubble of Joy for a while be back soon!
Well it happened to me this weekend.
I hitched a ride on a twister (my life) and landed safely back in OZ, my hometown.
Funny how I never knew that the fable was switched around before, but it is not that Dorothy wants to get back to Kansas. What she doesn’t know is how to get back to “her Kansas,” the one she had left 30 ago. What she found in OZ was actually home – she had just been gone so long it was hard to recognize. Everything had aged 30 years; people had passed or moved on; city planners did what they do, and before you know it you felt like a stranger in the one place you counted on knowing all of your life.
For some this would be hard enough to head back after 30 years and see what there is to be seen. Have I ever allowed my life to be so simple and to do one task at a time? Please!
I am the King of “Cosmic Multi Tasking,” so I packed as much stuff into a 48 hour round trip tornado ride as I could, I am to be honored by my High School along with 5 other folks from its 55 year history into the “High School Hall of Fame,” the first ever inaugural group. This means that out of all the senior classes of senior classes at Carlsbad High School, somehow someone thought I should be chosen to personify and represent everything that can happen when one does “Follow the Yellow Brick Road” to his discover his own land of OZ!
WOW! What are you kidding me? I was a nobody, a geek’s geek, and guy who was so riddled with shyness that he had to put on layers of bravado each morning before his tube socks just to get to school. I was the top choice to stand up for Carlsbad High, this was unfathomable. It brought me right back to the time in High School in 1980 before we graduated that I was nominated to be “Most Talented” in the class.???
Again… What??? I didn’t think people could even see me, let alone knew I wanted to be an actor when I grew up. But the Wizard had other plans it seems as I did win Both coveted awards over a 30 year time span. Talk about a Bubble ride!!
Coming back to my Kansas, I hardly recognized the place.
The school had tripled in size and as a matter of fact a new gym now stood Dwarfing the old one and this was the reason for the Dedication for the Hall of Fame except they were inducting non-athletes , Math Science, Creative Arts, Business, Education—All the misfits from their respected classes now were asked to stand up on a stage with a rainbow hanging over it and be lorded as their favorite sons and daughters. (Come to think of it, it was a boys club all men and not one woman made the hall of Fames first induction, hmm odd that I did not pick up on that until just now. not a Dorothy in the bunch. Seems a little strange.)
We were the Cowardly Lions in our time.
The Scarecrows.
And the invisible Tin Men.
Now we were standing on a stage before the entire school hearing our credits read off and for the first time ever in being in this space I was not worried if people were going to see me or here me or even like me it was a given. I was the man of the hour (one of six at least) and with it came the respect and humility I had always wanted as a kid.
I then stopped the show… yeah I told you I was packing a lot in this weekend. I had an agenda and I was going to get through this. I took the microphone and said to the class of 2010,2011,2012 and 2013 and all the teachers and Alumni present:
The first step in your Journey is the most important and without that step we would not be before you today trying to inspire you to reach your dreams.
The first step comes from someone believeing in you and I would like to recognize and start a scholarship program in this woman’s name. To the First woman “grown-up” ever to believe in me “us” the plaque reads.
To Monica Hall, our (Drama-Mama) the first grown up ever to believe in us! Thanks Teach- for your straightforward, inexhaustible style of believing in your “kids”. 30 years of the wonderful realities you created because you did something as simple as believe, the sum of all the belief you have given us could power Entire Nations.
Doug Jack
on behalf of the Carlsbad Theater Alumni
More in part two of this tale of back to Kansas, but I need a moment to cry tears for that boy who wanted so much to be the man I am today and stay in this bubble of Joy for a while be back soon!
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