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Living Creatively, as the Spirit Flies

One of the basic tenants of mathematic geometry states that the shortest distance between two points in space is always a straight line. The term as the crow flies, loosely applies this mathematic formula to the distances we travel between locations on the face of the earth. Of course, as soon as we don our rational ‘thinking caps’, we realize that a crow cannot actually fly in a straight line for any substantial distance without crashing into a stationary object or plowing a furrow in the curved surface of our sphere-shaped planet, but we make allowances, knowing that the proverbial crow will most likely take the straightest route it can find. In the process of focusing my intentions on a major change of direction in my creative journey (toward Film Making), I’ve decided to loosely interpret the term as the crow flies to describe the future trail that I intend to blaze. In mind, body and spirit, I will attempt to fly in a straight line toward my intended creative goal. I’ve learned from a lifetime of experience that there will be setbacks, hardships and hurdles to overcome along the way, but I’ve also learned that we human beings have all the physical stamina, mental will, and strength of spirit we require to rise above every earthly obstacle in an effort to transform our lifelong hopes and dreams into our future reality.

Revelations of Purpose

Show Me Your Roots

These stories we are living can have as much meaning, as much impact (negative or positive) as we intend them to have. Do you have a story of immorality and self-destructive behavior in your youth? Perhaps this behavior was followed by personal redemption in your adulthood? Or maybe yours has a rags to riches theme? High school science teacher to black market methamphetamine production? Tireless struggle? Spiritual strength? Whatever your story has been up until now is your life history (past). In this very moment, new history is being written in the book of your life story. Through every word you utter, every action you take, every interaction you’re party to, your ongoing story has an impact on the world as a whole. Think of your story in terms of its capacity to have a social butterfly effect. Would you like to leave the world knowing that you’ve added more beauty than ugliness? More goodwill than animosity? Now, is always the only time you can decide to practice that goodwill, or make the effort to add that beauty.

Magic RootsWithout roots, trees could not stand through environmental storms. Without roots to our stories (where we have been until now), we would be unprepared to stand through the metaphorical storms of life, and therefore less likely to get where we want to be by the end of our personal story.

Setting forth the intention to take personal responsibility for the energy one puts out into the world is no easy objective. Many of us are raised in the belief that it is our right to behave however we want and the others “…will just have to deal with it!”. Therefore, it takes effort to switch certain social habits from self-centered (egocentric) to other-centered (altruistic). Nevertheless, we humans have an amazing propensity for rising above learned dysfunction and reorganizing our belief systems to harmonize with those that promise the most beneficial outcome for all involved. Humanity has historically risen to the challenges of pandemics and the fear-based (self-centered) behaviors acted out during those pandemics. During these times, if we were to consider the finest qualities of being human as those that bring the most healing to the rest of the world, then the quality of altruism (selflessness) would top the list. Intentional altruism will see us through this pandemic, as it has many times in our history. Practiced altruism also seems to be the healthiest personal strategy to adopt during (and after) this pandemic. Humanity is always Us.

Revelations of Purpose

Upside Down, Moving Forward ~ Original Post 04/02/20

Looking ahead, I saw a vast expanse of bright white ice formations in all directions. In cloud-like arrangements, there were stacks upon stacks of the purest frozen snow fragments, stretched out to infinity. Constantly reorganizing, shifting without reason, floating in space. No signs of melting, no further freezing, no solidity, no liquidity. Only instability. Fully aware that I must find a safe pathway through this indescribable plasma-scape, I dared to venture forward. As soon as I decided to make my move, my heightened awareness desperately seeking a clear path through the white wilderness, I realized that I could no longer perceive simple directives like, up, down, forward and reverse. Perceiving only white upon white, with no defining edges, no shadow, no depth of field, I was stuck, immobilized, before I could begin. I was hopelessly lost in an alien reality.

In what was likely a nanosecond of subconscious free association, I had rendered an internal motion picture of the future before us. Exponentially evolving, yet familiarly unknowable.

Icefield

We will find our way through this global health crisis just as we have found our way through countless others. We’ll tap into the greatest strengths we human beings possess while simultaneously overcoming our gravest weaknesses. And then we’ll move forward together, with a newly evolved awareness, one that has further matured in understanding and compassion for our shared human experience.    

Awakening

Simple Bird Song

Three notes to lift the veil, three to open cage door, the rest to set free heavy hearts wanting more. 

The spring cardinal sings, and all healing resounds, notes venturing forth to find new fertile grounds.

Bird song will remind us to join in the chorus, there is joy in a moment, and it’s waiting before us.

Riding waves of spring bird notes and life’s smallest treasures, healing tides sooth our shores with sweet salty pleasures.

Wake to a new day, let the swan song be done, sing with the free birds and dance in the sun.

Wait not for tomorrow, heed the birds of today, their beckoning melodies may soon fade away.

Scott Joseph Moore

PA ParkSpring speaks of rebirth in myriad ways, harmonize with Spring’s spirit and be reborn.

When we disavow our intimate connection with the natural world, we not only betray our own body’s ability to heal itself, but we also risk losing a vital aspect of our physical and spiritual life force. We may one day lose the ability to harmonize our energies with those energies that are orchestrating the symphony of life. For those of us who feel nothing when the sounds of springtime fill the air, I am truly sorry for your loss. I can only hope and pray that you’ll hear the soothing sounds, on one fine day.

Living in Presence

Bullies, Brats and Bitches Begone!

If you’re angry and you know it, shake some hands! If you’re angry and you know it, shake some hands.! If you’re angry and you know it, and you’re face will surely show it, if you’re angry and you know it, shake some hands! As our worldwide community is torn asunder by the COVID-19 pandemic, I’ve noticed some truly disturbing behaviors being acted out here in the good ole USA. Behaviors that are apparently expressing a disdain for common decency. As health professionals advise US citizens to practice “social distancing”, these malcontents are using violations of personal space to intimidate and antagonize their victims in an effort to gain power over them. These actions are disgraceful and degrading to both the perpetrators and those they victimize. If we are hoping for happy, healthy and well-adjusted communities here in the states, and I must assume that we are, then this type of behavior needs to be exposed and condemned for precisely what it is – Self-Hatred Externalized.

Shakin' with SantaHandshaking has long been used as a traditional gesture of mutual respect among men and women. For many men, there is an unspoken social initiative which gauges another man’s character by the qualities of their handshake. Supposedly, firmness matters. There’s seemingly even bigotry and racism attached to the act of handshaking. In the business world, there seems to be an aversion to any handshake other than the typical white man greeting (missionary position?) demonstrated in the photo to above. Having been raised in a typical, blue-collar, New England household, I was taught that any other form of affection between two grown men was a direct violation of the “Real Man” code, and therefore an abomination to manhood. Spirit TribeI guess this is why it has taken me so long to get comfortable with the act of hugging another man to show my appreciation of their friendship. For this reason, I’ll be forever appreciative of my Son Christopher and his extensive tribal council of beautiful human beings for their continuing education in the artful expression of bi-gender affection. I love my Son, and I extend that love to all the people he loves, and also to those who love him. If human beings could learn how to put all philosophical, theological and political differences aside and just take care of each other, I firmly believe that we could experience a universal shift in consciousness, moving steadily toward long-term peacefulness and ultimately, a more compassionate, worldwide unity. Well, I guess I’ve revealed my poker-hand now! Confessing openly that I care deeply about ALL human beings, regardless of age, race or gender association, is likely to be a high crime against the white man code of ethics. How do I plead, you may ask?  Bizzarre                                                               Guilty as charged!

As an optimist, I want to believe that we humans can grow stronger and more compassionate during times like these. As a progressive thinker, I want to believe that we can learn from every mistake we make, improving ourselves and our communities in ways that make the world a better place to live. As a promoter of equality, justice and accountability, I am challenging the bullies, brats and bitches to summon the self-control needed to contain their hateful, fear based behaviors, or at least to turn them inward, upon themselves. Do us all a favor, and get out of the way! Allow the sensible people space, so they may deal with this global pandemic in a civilized and socially healthy way.