True Blue Love

I used to confuse sentiment with love. We have all experienced fond and more than fond golden moments with people we have loved but that’s not necessarily true love. It can be part of love but when you have to harken back to the past as a source of love then maybe it’s not the same thing as being in love. 

Being in love means great pain. Because the object that person we are in love with is going to disappoint us or we them at some point. It’s inevitable and to think otherwise is just nonsense. How many of us have fair weather friends? People we get along with but at the first sign of a disagreement or not Seeing Eye to eye we excise them from our lives or they do the same to us. Love is no different. True love has to be unconditional for it to be everlasting. Till death do us part not if you do this or that it’s over? Arguments are healthy because it is through them we can establish boundaries and “map” our feelings clearly to our most significant other. (MSO) If we could read each other’s mind we might be able to avoid this painful experience but until then blissful love brings heartache too. I never get used to it but I am not going to give up this feeling no matter what the cost. 

I also think that if you are really meant to end up with someone the universe will accommodate you and the phrase: Whatever comes our way becomes a mantra instead of just a wish when we blow out candles. What is the blissful part of being together? Some say it’s great sex and that the flame never goes out with true love. What about when you’re apart? When we hear chimes from a text or an email and our heart skips a beat or our tear ducts start the waterworks are a sure sign you are in love and deep shit as well.  They say love is blind I say no it’s not it’s 20/20 vision because I don’t want to miss a minute of it.  

I don’t worry about being alone because I have been for the most part these past 2 and ½ years it’s just that I don’t want to end up alone. If it’s true love then I won’t be.  

My Inner Voice

As a youngster I would often hear about Women’s Intuition. I never gave it much credence until I started to experience it for myself. I then realized just how this ethereal concept had some substance.  Women have laid claim to this clairvoyance probably because their gender paid attention to their inner voice and men just dismissed it summarily as nothing more than a stray cognition. 

When I came to the realization that men and I in general had the same “talent” inborn I started to pay attention just like my female counterparts did. You know what I’m talking about. Invariably as I would experience an event my memory banks would recall that I had the thought prior to it actually happening. I would think ‘I knew it’ but I never realized that my intuition was at work. Now when someone or some thing starts its journey across the theater of my mind I stop and think is there anything I should do? As I let it remain in my conscious the information takes on a life of its own and I have the choice of acting or just to remain now aware instead of being taken by surprise.   It amazes me that we have this capability that is beyond a definable science like a sneeze or a cough and that that part of the unused 95% of our brain is exercising some of its untapped capability. 

My inner voice is now guiding me unconsciously as well and this I think it's  only the beginning of just how meaningful my intuition really is. There was a book I purchased many years ago but I never got past a few pages. It was entitled Creative Visualization by Shakti Gawain.  I just found it in my archives and have picked this book up again and I am excited about developing this talent further. Now when there’s something I must do I just do but when there is a choice behavior like going to the gym for instance I listen to my ‘inner voice’ because it seems to be very in touch with my body. Then there are the forces of nature that intervene as well and I pay attention too. 

My inner voice is part of my personality and I am getting to know just a bit better. 

The Sentient Man

I seem to think I may have touched on this subject some years ago but since it just popped in my head let me see where it takes me. 21st Century man has abandoned his “hunter” role and exchanged it for equality with the distaffed members of his world. Women can do just about anything men can and in certain cases just plain better if we are to believe all of America’s pundits. Be that as it may practical adjustments not only needed to be made but in certain instances men were forced to make wholesale changes. 

If we leave off controversy and accept the new society it doesn’t mean we men give up our masculinity it just means we have to use more guile instead of brute force. As the sentient man I love that. Obtaining anything by sheer force will usually leave the hunted with resentment and at the first sign of trouble they look to escape rather than remain in our company. I have found that the more freedom the female feels they have they’re lest apt to get lost in the rain. . Let the horses run free and with no corral you just might find they roam even less and become galvanized in heart mind and body.  If you truly love someone as the old cliché goes you will let them go. This attitude is not one of indifference quite the contrary it is the more loving way. Anything else is egocentric, selfish and a graphic lack of confidence. Let women continue to feel the need to be possessive we as sentient men can drop that from our repertoire. God does that work well.  

 I have found that women love their men to be confident and be able to make “command decisions” when a softer approach just won’t cut it. Women like to have it both ways these days they still want us to continue to open doors, show gentlemanly deference whenever they present us with their demure side but hell hath no fury if you tell a woman she can’t do something. Instead of folding our tents this is our opportunity to “man up” and retake our masculine role. They might object but some if not most will love you all the more for it. No matter how high a woman may rise in the corporate world they still want their men to be chairman in and out of the boudoir.  It may be a different world out there but our gender is in no danger of becoming extinct. 

The sentient man fits rather nicely into the world of equality because we as civilized men don’t have to roar as so many women are claiming the need to. Who wants to roar when quieter tones can garner a deeper love and a more powerful allegiance in the most unexpected ways? 

Speak softly and you will find that you don’t even have to carry a stick.  

True Love

The Vortex

Collectively we are in a vortex of technology each waking moment of our lives now. I often tell myself I need to “unplug” for reasons purely of sanity. There is much to be said about how our lives have been permanently altered by our iPhones and Android devices. I marvel in utter amazement of just how many functions a “phone” can do to make our lives more accommodating. More recently for instance I had received a PDF in my email and as I opened it in its miniature form I realized that I could print it wirelessly to the printer in the office it had detected. No longer did I have to fire up the computer, get online and open the mail. I did it in seconds from my iPhone. Pretty cool. 

But I need to disengage. When I come to spin class for instance I always leave my device in the locker because KJ trained me early that for this hour it was all about us and not anyone else. It made sense at the time because as she said everything would still be there when we are done. But guilty I am as soon as the class is over and it’s hard for me not to check my phone for who might have called or texted even before my shower. Sometimes I am able but for the most part I don my glasses (Optical Image) and light up the darkened screen. I am addicted and even though I am an alcoholic I suspect that many of us are tied to the hitching post that is our phone. 

I was talking to my friend DJ on the phone just now and she on the other hand goes on vacation and leaves her phone home. She doesn’t even know where the phone is from day to day and has to use the feature “find my phone” just to retrieve it. She has not given in to technology. DJ is the rare creature that doesn’t take her phone from room to room in her house. I need to take a page out of my friend Debbie’s book. Phones have made our lives easier but we are now savagely codependent on them. Think about the panic that sets in every time we misplace our phone. We might as well be hurtling in space for all the anxiety it causes. 

And dear friends this is just the beginning. When the information highway starts coming through our glasses like Google Glass we will realize what indentured servants went through. 

Mood Shifters

Is it possible to catch someone else’s depression? It’s easily understandable that we can catch another’s cold.  But is it really possible to get an infection like a dis-ease of the mind too? I can only venture that it’s true. Through self-analysis we can usually tell what ails us. We are upset with a loved one, worried about our future or even lamenting a situation in our chosen vocation. It just never occurred to me that a transfer of feelings like depression could be airborne so to speak. It might make sense to make this connection to compare it to when we are around happy people the feeling we come away with is that sense we are lifted as well so why not depressed too?  Lately I have found that when I encounter an individual with a deep sadness or a chronic depression that I come away feeling that my soul is sick as well. 

Depression can be like a spider’s web we can’t free ourselves from when we have no weapons to fight it off. I can usually shake these feelings off but when the anxiety can’t be named it has a sense of foreboding I can only describe it as free floating. It takes creativity to ward off these evil spirits with positive self-talk by taking inventory of what I am grateful for.  When I can name what I am ‘down’ about it seems easier to extricate myself from the malaise. I’m able to wrap my brain around something tangible something I can rationalize. When the words remain hidden I need to conjure up my own incantation to ward off my fear. The false evidence appearing real whether it’s someone else’s or mine needs to be banished by the things we are grateful for. That might not necessarily have us leaping for joy but it can usually counter balance any feelings of despair and loneliness.  

Energy Vampires stay away!

My Father

My father still lives although he no longer knows me. There’s no more Hello Jack! But I said all the things I needed to tell him when he had sense and sensibility. I’m glad I did because I’ve always loved him not always liked him but now I no longer hold resentment towards him.