Escape the Okie Zone

this a personal creative non-fiction journal about a traveler and his evolving life. He saw the waning warmth of humans through his puppy's eyes and now he see the world through his child's eyes. He thought much of our country's warmth went dormant when Bush held our country hostage! Some of my hostile readers suffering from overinflated egos might actually think that I might be writing about them on this blog! Get a life please ;)

Saturday, April 26, 2008

 
"We all see things about ourselves, our relationships, and our world that we want to change. Often, this desire leads us to take action toward inner work that we need to do or toward some external goal. Sometimes, without any big announcement or momentous shift, we wake up to find that change has happened, seemingly without us. This can feel like a miracle as we suddenly see that our self-esteem really does seem to be intact, or our partner actually is helping out around the house more. We may even wonder whether all of our hard work had anything to do with it, or if it just happened by way of grace. "

It is so cool,,,venting the friday before our two week fortnight of a dramatic road to be taken...with my angel, my muse, my copilot to the next orbit...we fly together

the venting of my soul right front of the all my overseers, friends and what I thought were formidable foes to my own career and vision for my vision of a utopia...or at least some village on the way to becoming a native American Camelot...

I vented and then we flew the coop and negativity...

I come back with my loyal canine, Buffy, to see it so much more peaceful but still under the wary eye of Jesus Koresh and his manipulated and manipulative matriarchs

waiting like hungry sharks for the drops of blood that can be exploited and turned into a feeding frenzy... 4 pens missing from the sped secretary's (the unofficial queen of our sped tribe!) desk

of course it has to be my drama students who took her pens...

she left at 2...but why not stir the pot and put another niche into many wounds of our struggling drama club...

but no worries, mate...that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger...and we venture on with the play "Across the Pond Scum" with the Utopatchi twist

the pettiness of the department and all the jealous eyes of envy seem so minor to our responsibility that God willing, will be crawling around on our magnificent Mermaid Beach soon...sheltered in the dunes that we pay to keep protected by indigenous plants our backyard beach...

"As humans, sometimes we have relatively short attention spans, and we can easily lose track of time. We may worry about a seedling in a pot with our constant attention and watering for several weeks only to find ourselves enjoying the blooms it offers and wondering when that happened, and how we didn’t notice it. Nature, on the other hand, has infinite patience and stays with a thing all the way through its life. This doesn’t mean that our efforts play no part in the miracle of change—they do. It’s just that they are one small part of the picture that finally results in the flowering of a plant, the shifting of a relationship, the softening of our hearts.
The same laws that govern the growth of plants oversee our own internal and external changes. We observe, consider, work, and wonder, tilling the soil of our lives, planting seeds, and tending them.

I have planted the seeds in many different ways from the my children in school to...

our seed growing in our medium of love

Sometimes the hard part is knowing when to stop and let go, handing it over to the universe.

so right!

Usually this happens by way of distraction or disruption, our attention being called away to other more pressing concerns. And it is often at these times, when we are not looking, in the silence of nature’s embrace, that the miracle of change happens." (daily om)


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