thoughts n' feelings

Ramble on

Jed — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 15:58:29 GMT

just for no reason I'll blog, smash through the fog, free fall through the mist, let go of thoughts.. of things missed, focus on what's gained. Love life no matter what! - never to be ashamed. You know! ..that's such a foolish game... yet we've all played it - We all play small...those feelings where do they come from..Who is to blame. Such a silly question...It's all just the same... Make of it what you will. React to the reality. Be sure to test it first... Make sure it's solid and has plenty of good mirth. And just as you act - cutting forth with your sword, your tools, your words...put a loving heart into it. Make of it some worth! For how easy it is to give way to rage and want hurt. Yet do not cage this ancient beast. As surely a part of you as the sun that rises in the east. Just add a sprinkle of intelligence as you let fly with the beast. Shout out a warning, that you're a warrior for peace. That it's not punishment you harbour but protection. Yes please. Calm as a puddle, potent as the sea. I see. I see you. I feel you at ease, when a thought changes you.. Upon your back - no peace. So raise you're awareness to the terrorist inside. check the thoughts and weed out the lies. Taking in and pumping out for all of our lives. Mind body and soul..it pays to be wise. Look head, look heart, give kindness with eyes. Straighten up with love, like a pillar in a hall, yours is to be true even when close ones may fall. For only you can decide through the thick of it all, to temper the waves and answer the call. Steadfast your feet - your own path to walk. To care is to act with intention and grace Don't say you care with a judging face. So what if you do - not like the others Live each day new over and over wow...what a gift each day anew Make love with your life what ever you do relax have fun it's sexy and cool

Feeling tall

Jed — Sat, 01 Sep 2007 12:23:54 GMT

There are times when we must stand alone, not one of us can say, "I've never had a fall." I've learned a lesson to stand better, when each friend leaves as they must. to follow their own path, leaving us seemingly with nothing... but the gravel & the dust. And no one is an island. Where do you place your trust? I've stood tall with naught but nature and my love is rarely lost But it is truly by my friends that I'm most deeply touched. Sometimes we all need space, May I never mistake friendship for a crutch. So may I never be tossed & thrown to choose only one way....in moments feeling small.. I thank nature, my love for life and friends most of all.. Blessed upon me varyingly, they keep me feeling tall

hurt people

Jed — Sat, 19 May 2007 17:22:24 GMT

I was working in the garden last weekend and had left the side gate open. I was vigourously hacking away at a vine that grows quicker than you can say "jack n the bean-stalk". (It's been pulling apart the roof of my shed so I decided it was time for a cut back...) I was startled to hear a voice behind me. I spun around to see a very old lady saying Hello to me.. Turned out she was an aquaintance of my aunts who I'm house sitting for.....She chewed my ear off chatting away in the fashion that elderly people do. I was a little annoyed to be held back from my gardening but reminded myself that I'd be old one day too.....and so.. Relaxed... and listened. The sun was setting anyway......... and I wasn't gonna get more work done. She looked good with that golden sun on her skin....... I noticed her posture was very good for her years. This compelled me to look deeper into her eyes as I often like to do, sussing out people's life energies... She was still spritely for sure! Some how she got onto the topic of understanding what other people are going through...saying that "people say I know exactly what you are going through..But they don't!" She insisted "or they tell you to just get over it - but what do they know???" Whether I agreed with her or not. I liked her passion and tone... We threw a few conversational things back and forth and figuring "there are no accidents" I began to accept and wonder why this woman had walked down my drive and was now having this deep conversation with me..... I didn't come to any immediate conclusions as I was focused on listening to her and responding genuinely. There is one thing that stuck out though... She said: Hurt people, hurt people. .....it keeps resonating with me... I've been doing chakra research recently and found a good healer in the process... We did a session today...where I had to admit that for all my knowledge and good will, I was still struggling with forgiveness towards some one. Still struggling to see "a way" of communicating both to myself and towards that person (or the memory of that person)..in a way that would facilitate true peace and forgiveness. true freedom and acceptance. true letting go of the pain and the blame... Hurt people, hurt people... Sometimes it's enough to know that fact, and make some allowances removing the daggers and healing the heart hurt people hurt people. there IS a path making allowances, makes room to see, makes room to breathe Room for you to be you, and me to be me. Where I can forgive you and you can forgive me. Hurt people, hurt people.. it's ok.... Now I see.... Thank you old lady, ...while I was chopping the vine...

As the saying goes.."Student to student"

Jed — Fri, 16 Mar 2007 12:54:58 GMT

We often teach what we most need to learn; Here's a poem as much for me as anyone else who might glean a little gem from it. " I F " If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs & blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too If you can wait & not be tired by waiting Or being lied about, don't deal in lies. Or being hated, don't give way to hating And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise If you can dream and not make dreams your master, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two imposters just the same If you can think and not make thoughts your aim, If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools Or watch the things you gave your life to broken And stoop & build 'em up with worn-out tools If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of a pitch & toss And lose & start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart & nerve & sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will, which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds & keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth & everything's that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! -Rudyard Kipling-