The Garden Dept. was buzzing…an early Saturday morning, with a beautiful day forecasted that had already begun 3 hours ago. Before I headed out at 9, I grabbed my wallet, cell phone, one of those folded bags that you can minimize into the size of your palm, my sunglasses and my very important list. It was my turn next in line at Home Depot, and I began to unfold the tiny bag that would become about 12″ x 24″ to put the few small items in once the cashier scanned them. Immediately, he exclaims “wow, that is so cool that you brought your own bag!” He actually paused and stepped back a little. I said, “yep, I love it…it makes sense to BYOB(ag)”. He went on to tell me that I was the first person all year that he has seen bring their own bag, and that he really was ‘impressed’ by that. He & his wife really try to remember their bags when they go food shopping, but hasn’t seen it in Home Depot. We conversed a bit about the wastage of those plastic bags….Personally, I was amazed that he was so happy that I had my own bag- but he did not let up there. He used his employee discount on my order, of 10%, because I brought my own bag…he passed savings of an extra $14 onto me…now, I was impressed and happy! A gracious offer; a neat connection; and an inspiration to the people behind me, to the cashier himself, and to myself to always remember my bags. It was a simple interaction of 3 minutes, and one that had me tickled all week.

I often confused the 7 letter word INSPIRE with another 7 letter word, IMITATE. I probably did this for about 42 years…considering I am 44 now, that’s quite a confession I must say. Nonetheless, the place that I am now is truly delicious. During my run this morning, in my mind I ran through the connection of role models for kids. As we all hear, and perhaps believe, it is good for children to have good role models. Why? Well, I suppose it is one ’successful’ human being who can influence another human on a level that inspires? The definition of a role model is ’someone worth imitating’. Yikes. What makes one so worthy? and there it is again, that word imitating. I found that to be a dangerous place to spend long periods of time…it’s unreal, it’s mirroring and unless you know why you’re there you may stay longer than desired. Last week while travelling on the busy highway to the city I saw a billboard with Shaquille O’Neal with a graduation cap,holding a diploma, I suppose promoting education. hmmm….first he becomes a basketball star, a role model, and then several years later they say ‘let’s get Shaq promoting education, it’s good for kids to see that he says that’.I suppose we could begin another discussion about that….anyway…

To be inspired is related to being influenced which has its roots in having the capacity to cause an effect in an indirect way. We find ourselves inspired oftentimes by those whose characteristics can have an indirect effect on our well-being, and for one reason or another we like that feeling. Why I wonder? I am still inspired by much, and that includes a few people. However, these days it is clearer to me where that inspiration comes from and to where it is directed. To follow, to appear, or to produce a copy is all an imitation. Careful to not tread in that mud as my experience shows an unauthentic, unreal, soggy future. Maybe a helpful choice would be to use the inspiration as an initial motivation, much like the rocket booster that lifts the craft off the ground and then is let go. To hold onto that influence could become heavy. Knowing what it means to you, how you’re with it and if you’ll stay with it really makes a difference in its future.

Every morning I am inspired by the birds; their song, their plan, and simply being with them at dawn. I don’t want to be them. Yet, I feel influenced by their being. I don’t want to miss the morning’s delight because of them. They are part of the inspiration for me to appreciate. A simple, yet huge appreciation of another day- rain or shine.

Those few people who I am inspired by indirectly help me to keep myself tuned into what is meaningful. What is meaningful is personal. What is personal is not only mine; rather what can be shared with others because I know it is real to me. And from there is birthed an authentic inspiration, not to be held onto and followed; but, to be imbibed into the stream of a life well lived.

Amazed & Infused-

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What do They say?

3. May 2009 by lb.

60% chance of showers; wash your hands 4 times; don’t leave plastic water bottles in hot cars; Mine That Bird, is a 50 to 1 l-o-n-g shot; in a recession; do cardio 3-5x/wk, eat 5 servings of fruits & veggies; frugality is in; Oprah says ‘X’; white wine with fish. This is what ‘they’ said, either this week or 10 years ago. Who are ‘they’? I recently had an inquiry from a co-worker as to changing their game plan for fitness. She has been doing the same fitness routine for 1 year, and even though she was considering switching it up, she was enjoying it and seemed to think it worked for her. But, she followed it up with …’but, they say you should change routines every 12 weeks’. ~~Okay, then switch it up if they say it~~. I followed up it up with inquiring if it makes sense to switch it, or add to it, or subtract what may be stale or not working anymore? But the fact that ‘they’ say what we should do somehow holds a lot of importance for how we operate our lives.

I live down the street from a ‘best-selling’ author whose latest book encourages us to THINK BIG. okay. Apparently, he provides all over the place examples and scenarios of all sorts of people who thought big and became successful. Boy, is it that easy? We just need someone to tell us how large to think, assuming that we all have the capability to muster up our own self-directed enthusiasm, and then when we get everyone around us thinking big, viola, we’re better. He actually guarantees that we will think bigger about who we are. huh? I love the concept because personally this has been a self-directed sans any guru lead personal revolution in the last year or 2. However, it’s the DOING that makes the difference.

The winner of the Kentucky Derby beat the odds- hugely. They would have called it an impossible win. Hey, perhaps the jockey was thinking big regardless of what they said. It was his DOING that earned the win. We love stories like that…hearing stories of ‘beating the odds’. Why, I wonder?

My attention is on other things so, a shorter version of a blog this week. Been THINKING BIG about this fence that I am building…and for the last 2 weekends the construction has continued…almost done. They would never think that a girl could build a split rail fence…that’s okay…it makes sense to me to DO IT. There is a freedom in simply going ahead and doing what makes sense. They say there is a 70% chance of showers today- given that ,will it change the construction plans? Nope. It’s good to take into consideration what they say…and after considering it…decide what makes sense based on what they say and the practical application in your own life.

What changes the game for you? What do you base your direction upon? What do you keep in mind and stay aware of that makes sense to you? How far do you think it forward? Do you think it forever or then do nothing? It’s DOING that counts. There is this old saying that somehow I remember, yet no one else concurs that it exists…but it says: ‘Nothing Matters, Everything Counts’. How does that land for you?

Don’t let THEY rule, consider your own sense & sensibility, down the guru-izing and recognize that it is your own integrity that holds the clearest water.

I Say it’s diggin’time,

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does that make sense?

26. April 2009 by lb.

Running backwards changed eveything. Well, not everything but enough to make a difference. I don’t even call what I do in the early morning hours ‘running’ anymore. It was hard not to notice that my ankles were giving me much discomfort as of late. A much different flavor of discomfort than I had usually experienced in the first 10 minutes of my run- it always seemed they had to warm up & I was good to go. When it persisted and made loud enough noise for me it made sense to me to stop doing what was causing the discomfort—running. Forwards, as least. Through a series of sensing, testing, and adapting in a rather self-organized way I adopted a buffet of movements; none which included straight running. It’s a good thing that I am out early enough that no one sees me because I am going every which way but straight in my path. Hop, skip, gallop, sideways, arms up/arms down, stay low, get high….W-A-L-K….high stepping….it seems to not end with the possibilities. Now, I’m not training for any sport, but I do lots of carioca too, a side-step footwork drill for athletes. It all makes sense, it is fun, my ankles love the change up, even when I run forwards they are smiling again.

In recent e-mail communication, one phrase has stood out for me that the person on the other end asked. They were explaining something; one in a video and the other via the text in the e-mail. It was the same question: “Does that make sense?” They asked it rhetorically; however, for me it was such a great pause. Rather than blabbering on, or even simply 2 lines in an e-mail, the pause to ask ‘does that make sense’ allows a check-in on clarity. If it doesn’t make sense then there is reason enough to stop and clarify perhaps in another way that is related. Then you may ‘get it’ and move on. Why move on if it really doesn’t make sense in the first place? I wonder if ignoring a check-in for yourself is simply being oblivios to the obvious. Impatience? Haste? Unawareness? Unconscious act? The term ‘unconscious’ in the dictionary means ‘free from self-awareness’. Yikes. We got a whole lot of that going on I bet. Self-awareness is a big responsibility. It is about being perceptive, awake, alive, sensible and certainly cognizant. Make-believe can even exist in self awareness because you get to use your imagination. Imagination is about resourcefulness, as long as you keep in mind where you started the journey. Seems I’ve escaped my original question…back to sensibility, for now.

Three words that echo louder and louder these days for me are simple, sensible, and smart. Gives clarity an omnipresence. Being practical, those words leave all the baloney out of it. Kind of like reducing it down to its least common denominator. Why would we do things that do not make sense? For the sake of what? If you’re doing something that isn’t working out for you; and you have a self-awareness about your being; and you’re up to discovering a new way, you open up a whole new learn for yourself. You’ll get trapped by staying in the same place by simply being ignorant to what makes sense, really. Take all the junk away that you pile on top to make it taste better and you’ll find what you’re looking for is in plain sight.

just my 2 cents,

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how is IT all connected?

19. April 2009 by lb.

This week I was reminded of the same lesson twice; from separate, unconnected people. Both of the learnings, as in many unfoldings of life itself, were rooted in the same common denominator. Same lesson, even though the main characters and the story line were completely different. For me, it was: do not make it personal and do not take it personal. Simple. Make it and take it for what it is worth without placing tons of ’self-imposed ideas’ upon it. Even in my writing this it has taken some time to come to that description. Keep it simple- keep it clean. Someone asks you a question regarding your opinion…how do you answer? What factors do you consider before you even open your mouth to give your answer? Imagine your answer being a simple, uncluttered, and truthful reply. You converse with someone giving feedback about you, how do you take it? Right off the bat…do you make it about YOU? Imagine your internal conversation being heard with honest to goodness, clean ears. In this make-believe scenario that you’re imagining, it could feel like a relief to just be that simple. It seems that we become entangled in both giving and receiving when we start from this internal sentence…’what does that mean about/from me’. This holds true in both scenarios…’what will you think about ME regarding how I responded to you’ and ‘ what does that say about ME’. Undoubtedly, one can see the root here. The ME. Take the me out and there’s the clarity. Is it really that simple?

It’s hard to notice nothing happening. It seems as though there is always something to be noticed, unfolding, surprising, predicted, as per usual, becoming, and so on with hundreds of verbs that could fill the spot. Our process does not seem to have an endpoint…there will never come a time when we insert the final piece and say ‘that’s it, there it is, every last piece is now in place’. We are in a constant learn; even if you have adopted a strong point of view regarding the way things should be. Did you ever pause to step back to notice if these lessons are all connected? ~~we have to ’step back’ because sometimes we cannot see what is blatently standing in front of us.~~ Not just the lessons, but the fellow beings that are the connectors. I am reading a book that was gifted to me, ‘The Wild Trees’…fascinating journey about the experience of the giant redwoods in California. Now, I live on the East Coast, never even observed these enormous wonders, nor do we have anything in comparison to the majesty they behold. But, the author nails it early on for me, page 12…’there seemed to be another world in the trees…a web of life extending upward and out of sight…the patterns of the branches…(he) began to see how things in a forest are connected, sometimes invisibly, and how there is a logic to events as they unfold’. That feels familiar. Doesn’t sound familiar because I engage in conversation with very few people who actually dialogue about this…but it feels familiar because I experience that over and over, internally. I relish those immersive rap sessions about connections… like a good scotch: you don’t start out drinking it in your 20’s, sip slowly, imbibe with those who appreciate that the smoothness doesn’t come right away. Back to the trees…these connections run through time and space and are entwined everywhere life is. Think about it, how do events that unfold in life embrace a simliarity or a relation to another that have to do with you? In this instance it all comes back to you…but it is not about you. It is about us. We can step into scalding,hot water when we make it about ‘the ME’ because right then and there you halt the learning of the us. I continue to discover the fascination of all of this; welcoming different ways to see the same link, using the contrast of my fellow beings.

And in the end, I am appreciative of the connectors that make a huge impression into the web of life. In turn, the gratitude is also of myself for the openness and the opportunity to recognize the lesson and not the ‘ME’, in the eternal classroom of a life well-lived and learned.

United we stand; divided we fall-

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What’s the story?

12. April 2009 by lb.

My best friend used to live in the development next to mine. As the crow flies , it maybe took 7 minutes to walk through the backyards; otherwise, the street path about 12 minutes. Oftentimes, depending on what was going on, especially in the summer months, I’d find myself walking home in the dark. It wasn’t really that late at all, but it was dark. Our developments had no streetlights and imaginably so dark was dark. For me even as an early teen, I was a bit scared to walk home… pretty much always. It was quiet and being dark I always wondered if a loose dog might come running after me or maybe a person would frighten me. My mission was to get home….quickly. But there was one thing that somehow made me feel safe despite that dark is still dark. If I saw someone’s garage door open, then I automatically changed my tune from scared to safe. What? The garage door somehow allowed me to think that IF a dog or person came after me, then I could run into that person’s garage and they would rescue me. Now that is nearly ridiculous, but it worked for me. Always. As a matter of fact I’d start looking to see if anyone had left their door open as soon as I started the journey home. Somehow, I concocted this short story in my head that started with the attack and ended with the rescue. The story got me home safely…who cares that I didn’t check into the reality of it…it worked for me.

It’s curious to explore personal stories, or story telling. Interestingly, the definition of the word ’story’ actually includes all of these words: “facts, fictional, rumor, legend, lie, situation, history, an account and romance”. Wow, that is quite an assortment of one word! What’s the story?! Think about the ’stories’ that are passed onto us…santa, the tooth fairy, happily-ever-after, the easter bunny, angels, black cats, and the boogie man. What do they do for us? Has our path been sowed more abundantly because we at one time believed those stories? Think about it…you have undoubtedly heard one person say to another in a very low tone while in the company of a young child …’does (s)he still believe?’ You’ll alter your conversation depending on the answer. You’ll either agree to continue the shenanigans, or you can talk the way normal adults talk now that the truth is out. Okay, what does that mean? Did you ever check into the reality of what you believe, why, where it started, who planted the seed, how it continues, how does it serve you… IS IT TRUE? What is the reason to believe? Does it save you? What is it saving you from?

Do stories help hold the matrix together? Is it the glue or perhaps the nervous system of our culture to depend on stories so that we may better ourselves? Remember stories are ‘fact, fiction, lie, rumor,history’…and then once you choose one of these then you just add to it, depending on what you want to believe. If you are creative in the kitchen, sounds like the makings of a good recipe. Pick the ingredients… whisk them, blend them, fold them in and bake it. Perhaps its shelf life is one day and then again imagine if the shelf life is a lifetime. First thing I might say is does it taste good? What’s the expiration date on something that lasts for that long? What is packed into it that allows it to go on forever?

Sure, stories may help along the way. Maybe they give a sense of hope, maybe we can rest our inquiries on what to believe because the story has ‘answered’ it. Is that true for you? I just finished a most interesting book (yes, a story) with much valuable content that brought to light several points of curious explorations for me. If I could extract and share one ideation from the 325 pages it would be this….

Once you check into a story that you have either lived, had reason to believe, served you in growth, got you by, that you fabricated or apparently were saved by or the multitude of reasons to have stories…and say that you dive deep…and say that you have sat with it long enough to see it a different way because it doesn’t make sense anymore in your new perspective. What are you going to do? ~~call ghostbusters?~~ Do you have the eyes to see? Yes, you have choices…perhaps the answer is more about where it leads you. If it leads you into unfamiliar territory can you stay? Does it change you fundamentally and perhaps permanently and can you ever be put back to what you were?

The tooth fairy, she doesn’t exist…why would you go back to believing it now that you see it differently…oh, then again…it’s just a story….is it supposed to make sense?

spread the word,

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knock,knock…who’s there?

7. April 2009 by lb.

The boys always wanted me…they’d come knockin’, probably several times a week. They wanted me- actually, I wanted them…or, rather what they had. The self-organizing game of street hockey was getting its teams together. I’d tie up my sneakers, grab my hockey stick…for some reason I actually had one…and went out to play. I was 9. Years old that is. If it wasn’t street hockey, then it was stick ball or wiffle ball…they needed a short stop or outfielder- I’m in. Girl or not. I tell you even today, some 35 years later, I could pick up a hockey stick and think I could actually play. I think I could because well, why wouldn’t I be able? I know that feel, and have an instinctual, if you will, sense about sport that I think not twice about ‘IF’ I could participate. Is it instinctual? Is that the proper description? It’s not who I am…simply a way that I have experienced, an experience that led me to learn, a learning that led me to believe, a belief that led me….Period. Was I led or did I lead? I’d suppose that it was a combination of both, especially at 9 years old.

Although each of us experience the unfolding or happenings of our life quite differently, it is curious to step away from where you have landed and feel what it is for you … now. ‘Now’ can be quite incomparable to 6 months ago, or it can simply be without any big changes desireous to maintain your status quo. It all depends on what you like, or what serves you, or what feels safe, or how adventurous you may want to get. Who’s there reflects bunches of variables, based on a paradigm that you have determined works for you. Maybe. What worked 2 years ago, may not even feel comfortable today. Ahh, change. How are you leading your life? No matter what circumstances that surround you which are simply out of your control, we all possess the birthright to lead our life in a direction that serves our growth. Well, that’s if we want to grow. It may feel safest to be in control, without self-directed change, and with minimal substitutions for status quo. Boring, I submit. Where does that get you? Are we trying to get somewhere you may say? Not necessarily; however, our human-ness and the possible experiences we can have, share and leave are innumerable. We just can’t ‘take’ those experiences. Where are you going to take them? Does possession serve? Imagine how it might be for you if we had the idea and thus carried it out that nothing is ours. Really, what does possession mean? We have this, and that…and in some sort of way it allows us to feel. Feel what? For who? For ourselves? For our place in humanity? Do our feeling forward our growth? What exactly forwards growth? Curious to explore.

This all brings me to a subject that truly has nothing to do with the heaviness of the previous paragraph, and has everything to share with the initial opening here. PLAY. It’s not just for kids. (and by golly do our kids know that, given that ‘play’ to them is largely involving hand held devices that are setting them up for a new brand of repetitive strain syndrome?) Play, bring it back. Stuart Brown, M.D has just released his new book, “PLAY: How it Shapes the Brain, Opens the Imagination & Invigorates the Soul.” Gosh, just typing that in sent a mentholated chill up my spine! I haven’t read it yet, it’s on my wish list. In the brilliant system that Amazon.com has set up we get to see pages like those who have purchased ‘X’ have also purchased ‘Y’. I was surprised to see that the book purchased with ‘PLAY’ was Malcolm Gladwell’s ‘Outliers’…a dive into behind the scenes of how success happens. To me they seem quite opposed to each other, yet, are people connecting play with success? Don’t know. ‘PLAY’ is about creative being, development and joy. Wow. Imagine that. I often engage with one of my co-workers regarding grown up play. It’s not there. But, has it ever been? Bringing back play would assume that as adults we’ve had regular play. Well, maybe at Uncle Ted’s backyard BBQ with horseshoes, a badminton net, and that frisbee that is lying around. I’m talking real play- freedom of movement, uninterrupted fun, silliness, big movements with small steps…heck even invite a couple of 5 year olds to get the party started! What might play feel like? Try it sometime…

I tell you if those boys came knocking today, I’d be right out there…hopefully they’d have a stick for me. Until I checked into the reality of what I was actually doing out there in the body of today, I have no reason to believe that I didn’t belong.

When they come knockin’ at your door….who’s there?

Ready, set…play.

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What are you waiting for?

30. March 2009 by lb.

The rocks, stones & such had been sitting there for 8 months. Turns out the classification goes like this: rocks are concreted masses of stone; stone is a concretion of mineral matter; mineral is the inorganic substance from the ground. Interesting, I wondered how that all was laid out….anyway, 8 months ago I walked in several wheelbarrow trips of rocks….lots of them with a triple X attached, and dumped them on the ground near a space I knew was special to me. It was going to be my ‘Fall’ project…that didn’t get completed until March 22. That’s okay- it turned into the Spring project, and I got done it quick, for sure! It just didn’t make sense to me everytime I approached the pile(s)…’what am I going to do with this?’ That thought often exited my mind as soon as it entered…it didn’t matter. Leaves, twigs, and branches; not to mention the worms and spiders under had moved in and around. Not wanting much to bother them, I let it be. The time will come. Every morning I’d be in this space after my run; nothing moved me to move them. What was I waiting for? Turns out I was simply waiting for it to come to me.

Sounds like an odd concept maybe. Waiting for something to come to you. Maybe an episode of ‘Bewitched’ could help clear that up; however, that statement made sense to me. The one thing I knew for sure is that I desired to make some sort of assembly from the rock collection, rather than just let them lay there in a messy unstyled fashion. They could do better than that, and I could provide.

It seems that we work to fit close to everything into a catagory for ourselves. Routines, schedules, traditions, time stamps, calendars, or following a laid out program, just to name a few. Order, for some reason gives us structure, that gives us safety, that allows us to feel “x”. Somehow the components of structure and its cousins, order and mechanistic habits, afford us a semi-impervious glimpse of chaos. Yikes.

Yet, there are those times that we find ourselves in what you may deem a procrastination scenario. Intentionally delaying something that we know should be done. We are waiting for….? We are avoiding because….? I’ll do it when….? What’s that about? Certainly, something deeper than the very subject at hand…and that is another conversation, indeed. What are you waiting for?

Waiting is a good thing. If you can do it. It seems to take an allowance. If you allow in many ways. Allow yourself to wander; allow several choices to enter and you get to examine them. Allowance: permission to express. What are you waiting for?

Somehow in the past 6 months or so I have developed ‘a waiting’. In the past I often toiled with an answer to find. Surely, I could figure it out. Sometimes there are situations that need not you to ‘figure it out’. Often times an openness to seeing what makes sense to you by waiting to see what shows up could be the best answer for you. It may appear slower; it may arrive on another track; it may even come from left field….nonetheless, it matters. If it matters to you enough to listen for what you are waiting to find out. The answer is there, not so far away.

Listen Carefully,

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What do you count on?

23. March 2009 by lb.

Two hours before the ‘official’ Vernal Equinox on Friday it snowed like a mad blizzard for about an hour. Running my usual path, I found it ‘de-whiteful’. A totally unexpected surprise. A strong wind blowing I could barely see in front of me, the very large, wet flakes headed directly into my eyes. Ahhh, a smile on my face it was what I loved; running in weather. Within ten minutes or so two robins flew in front of me, and the song of a few other birds joined the scene. Okay, I thought… it’s 5:40am, it’s dark, it’s snowing like mad and this will probably be all over before anyone even opens their eyes. All of the white stuff will have returned to the source by dawn, witnessed by perhaps a few.

I had checked the outside temperature before I tied my sneakers and with 38 degrees, I wasn’t counting on snow. It reminds me of this little piece of hand written paper that I have above my bottle of deoderant that says: ‘Be surprised… at everything.’ I had put it there so that everyday I can look at it and remember to not expect anything. I have discovered by trial and lots of error that I get into the most trouble when I expect. Expectations set up disappointment when they do not follow what I think oughta happen. Danger, will robinson. That hand written note is such a simple one liner, yet it serves me as a refreshing reminder of how I want to be for me and for those who are in my world.

How do expectations differ from those things that you count on? I count on my greyhounds sharing the quiet time with me in the morning…they like to return back to sleep on the couch while I drink my coffee and read or write. Counting on that allows my morning a quiet entrance. I count on my enthusiasm, optimism and enjoyment in doing what I do every day. Do I expect that? I often wonder what drives that internal, intangible, abstract feeling of enjoyment. I count on it for myself and for the experience of those with whom I share my day. It is in that place that I notice that I not only feel best; but that I best serve others. I also notice when I slip from that desired place…the time that I pause allows me to reflect on what is different about this moment verses the others. Sometimes they are identifiable; other times I feel I have stumbled into a crummy puddle of mud and deciding to stay in it may be okay. Emergence will follow; the time spent in an undesirable state of being gives pause to allow a brief evaluation of expectations of the self. For sure, the one stand out quality that I count on for myself daily is my enthusiasm. To me, it is the driving force behind surving and thriving as an entrepreneur. I count on very few others that share this quality. I truly count on their enthusiasm; partially because it helps keep the gas/oil mixure healthy in my engine too.

It seems to me that things that we count on perhaps have largely to do with ourselves, or rather for the sake of self preservation. Counting on something, or someone, or those close and dear to us helps us to remember that we are not too far away from each other in this collective universe. It is a workable give and take relationship. It is when we expect of others where the build of trouble begins…here is where the line changes to a double solid. Rather than openness to see what lies ahead, the rules become yours. An inevitable crash is somewhere down the road, even if years to come.

It could be a curious exploration to investigate for yourself the differences around counting on something/someone/some source and an expectation(s) that you might hold around that. How does the degree of attachment change when you break apart these two flavors of living a good life for ourselves? How do the buckets of what you count on and what you find yourself expecting differ for you? What you discover in those buckets once you really think about it may surprise you. It would be such a cool way to live if everyday at everything you were surprised….at everything.

5,4,3,2,1…bye for now-

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