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Memos captured with mobile phone

The more things change

It’s late 2021 and so much about the world and how we relate to everyone and everything has changed. But one thing has remained steadfast – the memos are always around me. I may have become somewhat apathetic about them. It’s because they seem to lead nowhere. Patterns are undeniable. Ears to hear, eyes to see and all that. But they seem aimless, lacking in ambition and focus.

Been having a bout with “flow” again. For the last several days, “flow” has become as ubiquitous a word before my eyes as “umami” has been on cooking shows, blogs, and newspaper columns dedicated to food. What caught my attention in particular is the part about flow being a process, not a destination. It’s all ABOUT the process, being fully present in it, and who cares where it leads? Apparently, the act of arrival teaches nothing. This moment (and this one… and this one!) are all that is.

Back to basics

Memo 04192016I’ve been a spiritual slacker. I’ve given in to worry a bit, and I’ve strayed from many of my good-for-me habits. But I’m on my way back.

My guess is that we’re allowed to do this, as humans – stray, so we have some contrast, which facilitates learning. The times when I learn the most are those times when stuff goes wrong.

I opened the Gratitude app on my phone today, and discovered that the last time I journalled there was a year ago TOMORROW.  After I made an entry, I was rewarded with the usual quotation landing page.

If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you’ll never enjoy the SUNSHINE. – Morris West

It’s got my keyword in it.

Feeling quite prodigal about it all 🙂

The cure for spiritual complacency

IMG_6791Earlier today, I listened to an article on UMANO that touched upon giving as a way to take care of one’s own soul. It’s like spiritual nourishment, and it keeps you from becoming spiritually complacent.

I give a tremendous amount of time (and I have a spreadsheet to prove it!), but since my reversal of fortune several years back, I have had to prune back my monetary giving. Like all of my other expenses, it was examined and cut back. Not abandoned, just reduced.

Now that I’ve been doing a bit better, I’ve received a Memo from one of my favorite charities (the other one is Harry Chapin). Guess it is time to break out the checkbook 🙂

Ears to hear, eyes to see

20140524-131343-47623975.jpgDivorced from the controlling institutional crap of religion, I find the New Testament to be a useful well of wisdom on occasion.  Lately, I’ve noted that it directs us pretty explicitly regarding Memos. The New Testament refers in multiple places to letting those who have ears, hear, and those who have eyes, see.

Matthew, Mark, and Revelations all contain directives to open our ears and our eyes.  Memos are really the result of following these directives.  You have ears – hear it.  You have eyes – see it.  It’s all around you.  There are no coincidences.  If you’re hearing it, if you’re seeing it, then there is something in it for you.  Introduction to the new, validation of the old, invitation to explore, navigation along the way – it’s all there for you.  Be careful and be discerning – don’t project onto the Memo.  Just open your ears and your eyes, observe it, and allow what you already know in your heart to bubble to the surface.

About once every three weeks or so, I have a night where sleep, that dirty, rotten say-out, either won’t stick around or doesn’t show up at all.  At some point, I arise with disgust from my bed, maybe make a snack, surf the net, concoct a haiku about my plight and share it on Facebook… ANYTHING to alleviate the torturous boredom of not falling asleep, even when desperately tired.

A few times, I’ve deliberately decided to throw anti-insomnia caution to the winds, cease resisting the Universe, and just embraced the situation with late night electronics exposure.  Having a PC hooked up to my big screen comes in handy during these interludes.

I streamed this movie, (500) Days Of Summer, from Amazon Instant Video the other night.  The very first thing you notice is how much Zoey Deschanel really does look like Katy Perry… and vice versa.  The last thing you notice is that you’ve just been given a lesson in truly hearing and seeing.

The thing is, you have to be open to hearing and seeing stuff that you might not want to hear or see.  Even in retrospect – especially in retrospect! – we can tend to hear and see only that which fits our preconceptions.  We can tend to miss the truth, the reality of the situation. This is a sort of a squandering of a perfectly good Memo.

They make it clear in the trailer and in the narration that this is NOT a love story.  One of the important lessons of this film is that not everyone who comes into our lives romantically is there to stay.  And just because they don’t stay, that doesn’t mean the experience was a waste.  Experience is NEVER wasted, if you have ears to hear and eyes to see.  I try to imagine where the protagonist would have been had he not had his 500 days. Would he have landed in the interview waiting room at the end? Doubtful – after all, you cannot experience autumn without first having experienced summer.  It was inevitable and necessary and useful, even if it did fail.

Watch the movie.  And be open to ALL the sights and sounds the Universe is serving up to you – not just the ones you want to see and hear, but also the ones you MUST see and hear.  Not just the sights and sounds from the good times, but from the bad times, too.  There’s lemonade in them there hills!

I wish for you and for me, wide-open ears and eyes, and uncalloused hearts, that we may always have easy access to the truth 🙂

No, not THAT definition of conceit

Definitions of "conceit"
Definitions of “conceit”

Twice in the past several days, I’ve come across usage of the word “conceit” in a way that I have never seen it used before. At least, I do not remember having seen it used in this way, but let’s face it – I’m over 50, brain cells are dropping as rapidly as hair in the shower drain.

These references were made, in both cases, to written works. A foray into tells me that “conceit” is known primarily for the first-listed definition – “excessively favorable opinion” of one’s self – but there are four more definitions that have more to do with ideas and the creativity of the mind than they do with arrogance or narcissism.

Where have I been all my life?  Why do I not know this?  I’m pretty well-read; that’s not conceit, but leans more toward confession.  And I studied literature and poetry, so I’m not sure how I could have missed “conceit” as used by the likes of Shakespeare.

In trying to connect the two uses of the word, I’m speculating that the common component is a notion that is not based in reality.  Is painting a fanciful picture of one’s self really any different than painting a fanciful picture of one’s lover?

Now to figure out why I’ve been alerted to the concept of “conceit” at this late stage in life!

  • Perhaps it is not “conceit” itself, but the fact that there can be multiple meanings to things, of which we can remain unaware for years and years.
  • Lack of awareness of the tree falling does not mean it makes no thud (where have I heard this one before? 😉 ).
  • Despite having worked for years at being “well-read”, it turns out I don’t know jack.

Guess I’m being told to look more closely.

Oh and by the way – I can’t remember where the first reference was seen (probably some forum I read – and see previous remarks about dying brain cells), but it was closely followed by a scene in the Daniel Radcliffe film Kill Your Darlings, which I streamed from Amazon the other night, and which I highly recommend. Here’s a link –