Love is intelligent
“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.”
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Love is intelligent? I never thought of it that way before. The word love is over used and misunderstood in our society. I was told I must love and respect others but nobody told me I needed to love myself too. The notions that were enforced in my upbringing and my education were, listen to your elders, obey your teachers, respect your parents, mind your manners, and watch your peas and ques. The list goes on and nowhere along the way did anyone explain what love was or what it meant. The reason for this is you can’t give something that you don’t have yourself. The quote from the bible “love thy neighbour as thy self” was thrown around. The neighbour part was the part of that you had better listen too! Or else! In school we were taught about mathematics, social studies which consisted of learning where a place was in the world by coloring each country a different color. You could not use the same color twice and heaven help you if you strayed out of the lines. We were taught about all the wars that were fought for us and we had to memorize all the names of the Presidents and Prime Ministers and the times and dates of all said “wars”. But love was never mentioned. The word “respect “was thrown around but never shown. You were always reminded when being disrespectful usually in the form of corporal punishment, a slap, the strap, dragged down the hall to the office to get the strap from the dreaded “head of all that he or she surveys” by the ear ,(which really hurts,)by teachers, who were determined to teach said student, all about respect. After being dragged and strapped you were “respectfully” reminded what a terrible person you were for not following all (written in stone) rules.
Love, what does it mean? I am 52 years old and still trying to figure it out. Love is intelligence! In this New Year I set out to learn about love and use my intelligence not my lower base instincts to pursue that goal. I’ve tried many, many times to live my best life, I’ve frustrated myself, hated myself, force fed myself, punished myself but not once did I love myself. These next 12 months are dedicated to doing just that.
“Love Dedication”
Before you dedicate your life to a person, a marriage, a family; to a corporation, a political party, a peace campaign; to a religion, a revolution, a spiritual path; make one other dedication first.
First dedicate yourself to LOVE. Decide to let love be your intention, your purpose, and your point. And let love inspire you, support you, and guide you in every other dedication you make thereafter.
~Robert Holden
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Learning From The Past
We live in a “sophisticated” world, yet the simplest and most basic things are a challenge. Eating right, moving the body through exercise, prayer, meditation, self-love. How far have we really come? We have made wonderful technological advances but we are still inept at taking care of ourselves we don’t love ourselves enough to stay tuned in long enough to really learn the lessons required to move forward in this life. Our bodies have certain nutritional needs, it needs to be hydrated properly, it needs movement to stay strong, and we have legs like all the other animals in the world we are meant to move forward not stand still. Sounds easy enough? Then why don’t we do it? Why are we so committed to pain and sickness when it would be just as easy to commit to feeling good and loving and appreciating our bodies. If you can think a bad thought about yourself then you can think a good thought to. It’s all in the choices we make every second of every day. We have a choice to do something positive or to do something negative.
Part of the problem in my mind is that when we choose the new over the old we didn’t stop to think that maybe some of what we were doing was right. You can still build a beautiful bridge and grow a garden at the same time. We can still have medicine to heal an infection and be sure that all would benefit equally from this technology. We can still build our homes to accommodate our growing populations and feed our family and be good to the environment all at the same time. I always thought I was dyslexic but I’m being to think that the world’s governments are the one who are dyslexic. They have the problem and it’s up to each individual to stop looking outside and instead look within for what we innately know to be true.
My grandparents raised a family on a small back yard garden, we had potatoes, peas, corn, tomatoes, carrots, beets, cucumbers, raspberries, strawberries, apples, rhubarb, black cherries, blue berries, two or three different kinds of lettuce, everything you need to make a delicious organic salad, and more. My grandmother would cook, pickle, bake everything we would need to last us the winter. And by the way that organic salad I mentioned didn’t cost $10.00 for a small serving! The only thing it cost to eat a healthy organic meal was some elbow grease (my Nanny use to say that). My grandfather would rise before the sun was up and he would have a good breakfast and then out side he went, he worked that garden every single day of his life!! That was how we got our food. Nobody had to go out and work 12 hour days for somebody else to be sure there was food on the table. Gardening was his job and he did it well. Not only did I have my Grandpa at home growing wonderful food to fill my belly but he had time to build a playhouse, a swing, go carts, and time to indulge a crying little girl when she wanted to bring the baby rabbits in the house because it was pouring rain. FYI, this garden I’m talking about was in town not on a farm and our neighbours were close enough that we could stop and say hello and even take time to shoot the shit for awhile. We use to talk to our neighbours back then.
We always had fresh flowers, we didn’t need to go buy them from somebody else, now don’t get me started on my Nanny and flowers for she could grow anything our yard always smelled sweet. We had trees to climb, good food, fresh air and Nanny’s homemade apple pies. What more could a child ask for.
Let’s not just look to the future for all our answers. The past is full of wisdom and truth we just need to seek and we shall find.
Quote: “You can’t do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth”.
S. Tehrani
Elle
Part of the problem in my mind is that when we choose the new over the old we didn’t stop to think that maybe some of what we were doing was right. You can still build a beautiful bridge and grow a garden at the same time. We can still have medicine to heal an infection and be sure that all would benefit equally from this technology. We can still build our homes to accommodate our growing populations and feed our family and be good to the environment all at the same time. I always thought I was dyslexic but I’m being to think that the world’s governments are the one who are dyslexic. They have the problem and it’s up to each individual to stop looking outside and instead look within for what we innately know to be true.
My grandparents raised a family on a small back yard garden, we had potatoes, peas, corn, tomatoes, carrots, beets, cucumbers, raspberries, strawberries, apples, rhubarb, black cherries, blue berries, two or three different kinds of lettuce, everything you need to make a delicious organic salad, and more. My grandmother would cook, pickle, bake everything we would need to last us the winter. And by the way that organic salad I mentioned didn’t cost $10.00 for a small serving! The only thing it cost to eat a healthy organic meal was some elbow grease (my Nanny use to say that). My grandfather would rise before the sun was up and he would have a good breakfast and then out side he went, he worked that garden every single day of his life!! That was how we got our food. Nobody had to go out and work 12 hour days for somebody else to be sure there was food on the table. Gardening was his job and he did it well. Not only did I have my Grandpa at home growing wonderful food to fill my belly but he had time to build a playhouse, a swing, go carts, and time to indulge a crying little girl when she wanted to bring the baby rabbits in the house because it was pouring rain. FYI, this garden I’m talking about was in town not on a farm and our neighbours were close enough that we could stop and say hello and even take time to shoot the shit for awhile. We use to talk to our neighbours back then.
We always had fresh flowers, we didn’t need to go buy them from somebody else, now don’t get me started on my Nanny and flowers for she could grow anything our yard always smelled sweet. We had trees to climb, good food, fresh air and Nanny’s homemade apple pies. What more could a child ask for.
Let’s not just look to the future for all our answers. The past is full of wisdom and truth we just need to seek and we shall find.
Quote: “You can’t do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth”.
S. Tehrani
Elle
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Thought Collections
Musings;
Well it takes practice to become a good writer and boy do I need practice! How do I come up with ideas to put down on the page?
She sits at her laptop computer, contemplating, mussing, and asking questions that she already knows the answers to. Her mind is blank, it seems her mind is a void that is empty and lonely, she needs to fill it up, with stuff, good stuff, good books, less television, taking a class in writing, playing with and learning the computer, feeling less sorry and more grateful for the things she has in her life. She is creative but is too scared to admit the truth to her self much less put it down on the written page. The uncertainty, the unfulfilled, the creative muse buried in thoughts of failure and not trusting that she can; if she works at it; accomplish many things, her heart desires. They are good dreams; they would not hurt anyone, they make her feel happy as well as sad, she can’t seem to contend with these two opposites from her nature. Fear and loathing take over and she quits before she has even had a chance to see what she is made of. She is fearful of being found out, what if people believe she really is a fraud, or a liar, or something worse. She can’t face herself head on, still, after all these years, 52 of them to be exact, and be who she wants to be, or dreams of being.
She leans her elbow on the counter and props her head up with her hand, gazing into nothingness hoping for a miracle to occur and she will suddenly be able to write the perfect sentence, forgetting that dreams don’t come about by wishing, or praying, “dreams” is an action word, it’s action and hard work that will manifest her desires but she has spent so many years feeling helpless that she gives up after writing only a few words not enough to fill even one page. She twirls her hair around her finger continuing to think long and hard, and still only these musings come to her head, just random thoughts, nothing of substance, or so she tells her self.
She blames her failure on the constant interruption that seems to be around her at all times, grand children, the noise from the television, her dogs whining at her feet, begging for attention at the very moment she decides to sit down and try her hand one more time, for the millionth time. Her self doubt so strong she soon gives up the ghost fearing she is losing her mind, and she thinks to her self “who do you think you are, you should settle in and be quiet for a change stop with these silly dreams.”
But isn’t that what the world is made of? People dreaming the impossible and bringing them into fruition not only for fame and glory, thanks and applause but for themselves, their own personal creations that are done in secret and which help the world just as much by someone thinking them into being. Because when they listen to their souls cry’s they are able to exorcize the darkness, and turn it into light.
The bible talks about people going into their closets and praying in secret. God doesn’t need temples made from pure gold, to hear our prayers and nether do our dreams. Pray and dream in secret, and if the day ever comes that you feel you want to share them, you can do that, but for now let not thoughts of fame and glory muddy your road to your hearts desires. You will find contentment in the ordinary, see its beauty, feel its heart beating in your chest, listen to your heart songs and they will teach you to sing back.
Find quote from the bible...
Matthew 6.6
But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
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Another day:
It’s a beautiful fall day, the sun is shining there’s a bit of cool breeze and I’m listening to Tommy James and the Shondells sing Crystal Blue Persuasion. Supper is in the oven and I feel like writing. A glass of red wine helps to relieve these feelings of frustration. Focusing my intentions seems to be an impossible task, too much guilt from the past I can’t seem to move forward? Old feelings keep getting in the way.
Make new connections between my body and mind, there must be a way to create this? I’ve read so many self help books you think I would have figured it out by now. But Dam it I need to find it out for myself which is so bloody frustrating but I guess like my writing nothing will come to me without work and constant attention. I find life, writing, or any other dream I have so hard it’s like trying to make a flower without God’s help!!! You can’t! I just answered my own question...
Extraordinary!!
Action relieves guilt the same way an aspirin will ease a headache.
Words are like pieces in a puzzle you just need to place them correctly in the picture you’re creating in your mind. Words are extraordinary, miraculous and magical!!
Prayer is your soul’s way of coping with the separation between God and your spirit.
Sending this to the ethers is not easy for me but here goes!
Elle
Well it takes practice to become a good writer and boy do I need practice! How do I come up with ideas to put down on the page?
She sits at her laptop computer, contemplating, mussing, and asking questions that she already knows the answers to. Her mind is blank, it seems her mind is a void that is empty and lonely, she needs to fill it up, with stuff, good stuff, good books, less television, taking a class in writing, playing with and learning the computer, feeling less sorry and more grateful for the things she has in her life. She is creative but is too scared to admit the truth to her self much less put it down on the written page. The uncertainty, the unfulfilled, the creative muse buried in thoughts of failure and not trusting that she can; if she works at it; accomplish many things, her heart desires. They are good dreams; they would not hurt anyone, they make her feel happy as well as sad, she can’t seem to contend with these two opposites from her nature. Fear and loathing take over and she quits before she has even had a chance to see what she is made of. She is fearful of being found out, what if people believe she really is a fraud, or a liar, or something worse. She can’t face herself head on, still, after all these years, 52 of them to be exact, and be who she wants to be, or dreams of being.
She leans her elbow on the counter and props her head up with her hand, gazing into nothingness hoping for a miracle to occur and she will suddenly be able to write the perfect sentence, forgetting that dreams don’t come about by wishing, or praying, “dreams” is an action word, it’s action and hard work that will manifest her desires but she has spent so many years feeling helpless that she gives up after writing only a few words not enough to fill even one page. She twirls her hair around her finger continuing to think long and hard, and still only these musings come to her head, just random thoughts, nothing of substance, or so she tells her self.
She blames her failure on the constant interruption that seems to be around her at all times, grand children, the noise from the television, her dogs whining at her feet, begging for attention at the very moment she decides to sit down and try her hand one more time, for the millionth time. Her self doubt so strong she soon gives up the ghost fearing she is losing her mind, and she thinks to her self “who do you think you are, you should settle in and be quiet for a change stop with these silly dreams.”
But isn’t that what the world is made of? People dreaming the impossible and bringing them into fruition not only for fame and glory, thanks and applause but for themselves, their own personal creations that are done in secret and which help the world just as much by someone thinking them into being. Because when they listen to their souls cry’s they are able to exorcize the darkness, and turn it into light.
The bible talks about people going into their closets and praying in secret. God doesn’t need temples made from pure gold, to hear our prayers and nether do our dreams. Pray and dream in secret, and if the day ever comes that you feel you want to share them, you can do that, but for now let not thoughts of fame and glory muddy your road to your hearts desires. You will find contentment in the ordinary, see its beauty, feel its heart beating in your chest, listen to your heart songs and they will teach you to sing back.
Find quote from the bible...
Matthew 6.6
But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another day:
It’s a beautiful fall day, the sun is shining there’s a bit of cool breeze and I’m listening to Tommy James and the Shondells sing Crystal Blue Persuasion. Supper is in the oven and I feel like writing. A glass of red wine helps to relieve these feelings of frustration. Focusing my intentions seems to be an impossible task, too much guilt from the past I can’t seem to move forward? Old feelings keep getting in the way.
Make new connections between my body and mind, there must be a way to create this? I’ve read so many self help books you think I would have figured it out by now. But Dam it I need to find it out for myself which is so bloody frustrating but I guess like my writing nothing will come to me without work and constant attention. I find life, writing, or any other dream I have so hard it’s like trying to make a flower without God’s help!!! You can’t! I just answered my own question...
Extraordinary!!
Action relieves guilt the same way an aspirin will ease a headache.
Words are like pieces in a puzzle you just need to place them correctly in the picture you’re creating in your mind. Words are extraordinary, miraculous and magical!!
Prayer is your soul’s way of coping with the separation between God and your spirit.
Sending this to the ethers is not easy for me but here goes!
Elle
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