Music, words and imagery. A truth seeking wanderer.
It was about 2:00am on New Year’s Day. I’d been watching a few shows online while the clock had gently ticked past midnight, to silently ring in a new year. According to our current calendar system, it’s now 2020, which sounds futuristic, really. But, it’s here. I am still here. I wonder what for…
Not everything has a scientific explanation — at least, not yet. Not everything has a metaphysical or religious or spiritual explanation, either. Our vibrant Earthly reality is a blend of “this AND that”, rather than what is suggested by those desperate to maintain the trendy and violent “it’s this OR it’s a lie” narrative. We live in an incredibly polarized, emotionally and psychologically awkward moment in our history. We must consciously transcend this folly to propel ourselves — our remarkable human species — onward and upward.
I’ve made an awful lot of incorrect assumptions about women in my lifetime.
Observing people and listening to their earnest conversations is a subtle way to get the pulse of a community, and a limited, but general sense of where the broader collective is currently at — with regards to conscious awareness, beliefs, moral consensus, cultural values, and ideologies. It’s just information, but I invariably find it to be telling. There is always more to what’s merely said or shared, and I find it useful.
There’s a psychological trick we may unintentionally disrupt the flow in our life with, only because, as per usual, we’re not aware that we’re doing it. In fact, we employ a lot of paradoxical or conflicting programs all the time, so it’s no wonder that we often find ourselves flailing about or otherwise overwhelmed, confused, frustrated, and stumped. This inevitably leads to a variation of the blame/shame game, and more often than not, turns inward.
