Changeability, adaptability is the secret of living a consistently good life… but changeability and adaptability depend on awareness. As your awareness grows in the four pillars of the good life, so your success and the quality of your life…
By the way, did you notice I didn’t say “learn about awareness…” but that is what you read? Right?
In the old Forum program, the Forum Leader came in, screaming at us, poor unsuspecting brand new participants: For you everything is the same as everything else.
It took me years to decipher that and see that it is true.
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Putz: putz
noun
1. a stupid or worthless person.
2. vulgar slang: a limp dick.
verb: putz; engage in inconsequential or unproductive activity.
origin: 1960s: Yiddish, literally ‘penis.’
I meant to share student essays on how self-created rules keep them alienated from themselves, keep them playing safe and dead… not joyful, not accomplished, not living a life worth living.
Then I changed my mind.
I had two calls, where I was training, each, a person to take on a practice to activate the capacity to be with unpleasant, bothersome, disturbing feelings and actions. To be a MAN…
This capacity used to be active in humans… but because of the widespread positive thinki
I completed the third round of the 67 steps, and my intrinsic Self told me: it is time for another kind of practice.
So I have been curiously waiting for the “thing” to show up, and today it did.
Actually it started two days ago, but I noticed it today.
I need to get on the chiropractic table periodically to adjust my hip, or it goes out of shape to the degree that my thigh bone jumps out of its socket. That is very painful.
So I got on the table today… and it’s a long process… and somehow I was looking into what started my hip pain, whe
“To get what you want, you have to deserve what you want. The world is not yet a crazy enough place to reward a whole bunch of undeserving people.“
I am continuing the inquiry into curiosity… the intrinsic motivation of humans… how you lost it, how to rekindle it… and what might be in the way.
I am going to use myself, because curiosity is so rare, and so relatively unconscious, unobserved, and unacknowledged, that I don’t even know who I could ask about their own experience… Let’s hope that this state of affairs will change soon.
The hectic, information driven culture in which we live, where everyone considers themselves eligible to post
What are you carrying on that weighs you so down that you can never ascend? Or climb the Tree of Life, until you put it down?
Have you noticed that making changes, doing new things, going to places unfamiliar is difficult, near impossible?
Consider that you are dragging a persona with you, that is what makes the going so encumbered…
A coaching client of mine began to build her persona in an incident that happened when she was four years old. There was an escaped serial killer on the loose in her neck of the woods, and her mother left her in charge of her little sister who was in a cast. There was a knock on the front door, and she tried to drag
I am a Kiva lender. I circulate about 400-500 dollars, lend it, and lend it again. $25 a clip.
Kiva has been looking for find an angle to have more people be inspired to lend money.
After I lent another $25 from my seed money (I haven’t added any new money to Kiva for years now!) a video popped up.
In it an Indian woman shares that her fields were mortgaged and it was near impossible for her to make a living. Then she got a Kiva loan, got herself cows.
The cows give her five liters of milk a day she can sell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MDPl3ZeNtk
This allows her to make a good living, and she has paid off the mortgage on her lands.
I started to cry.
Why? When I cry I rarely can tell why I am crying, the squeezing painful emotions don’t tell me what is going on…
So I watched it again… and no, I am not masochistic, I wanted to know.