Friday, August 12, 2016

Snippet

I've been posting recently about writing. Here is an unedited snippet of the "work" in progress. 



“You two should probably eat something before you leave.” said Tom.

Anna cast a furtive glance over at Kristian and saw his concern about the idea of another delay.

“Food would be great, but I don't think we have enough time.” said Anna.

“You're probably right. It's just been such a, crazy night. I'm not thinking straight.” he replied.

“None of us are. If Scarlet were here, she'd say my body left my brain behind, when I went out the door.” said Kristian.

Tom and Anna both looked over at Kristian with puzzled expression's on their faces. 

“I think that was funny, but I'm not quite sure how or why?” said Anna.

At this admonition Kristian launched into a reckless fit of laughter. The absurdity of his antics proved to be catching, and both Tom and Anna joined in his song. Whether they were laughing at him, or at the joke he wasn't sure, but Kristian found both ideas equally hilarious. By the time the three of them regained their composure, they were all looking for paper towels to dry their eyes.

“We needed that.” thought Kristian.

The uncomfortable silence returned but he could also feel the bond that they shared. Kristian looked at the two of them and smiled. If ever he doubted coming to Shepard's Row that night, he knew in his heart it had been the right the decision, the only decision he could have made.

Tom walked around the table to where his friend was sitting. Kristian wasn't sure if the man was going to hit him or hug him. Tom wasn't sure either, until he stood directly over him, staring down at Kristian's vulnerable expression.

He too remembered their childhood. Climbing trees, playing tag until evening turned into night and you could no longer see your hand in front of your face. Always there had been this light in Kristian's eyes. A kind of intense curiosity, an expression of joy in the way that he smiled that could light up a room, or melt a girl's heart.

Tom held out his arms and Kristian stood as quickly as he could. He embraced him, and the tears returned for them both, this time out of grief and guilt and love. The two of them said what needed to be said in a matter of moments, without speaking at all.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Devotional

I wait for your words like anticipation of the morning sun,

The space in between is dark and quiet like the night sky,

But there are stars,

Little twinkling things that lend hope and promise,

If only I could bathe in the glory of that light once again,

To revel in its warmth until my heart forgets the pain of sleepless nights and frozen winters,

Is this love or a token of isolation's desire,

Can I be so taken by the feeling of a person that I would keep such a devoted vigil,

To wait breathlessly for a sign of intention, a spark of connection,

These are the thoughts that dwell in the hours before dawn,

Scribbled on pages,

Whispered in prayer,

A lament,

A dream,

A thought just for you...

Friday, July 15, 2016

Grattitude and Giving, Enlightenment in Everyday Life.

Yesterday I did a social experiment on Facebook. I made a post asking people on my friends list to comment with two words they felt described me. I was really surprised by the number of people who replied, and the honesty with which they spoke.

Their effort is something I chalk up to simple acts of kindness. This journal entry is both a thank you to them, and an explanation for why these little things matter so much to me. Maybe it's a reflection that I have a tendency to be a bit "too emotional" but I believe in the old adage which says "This above all: to thine own self be true."

Last night I watched this Ted Talk while having dinner. During the course of the talk I was moved to the point of tears by the touching story of how one person dedicated themselves to a road of hardship for the sake of helping someone else. This I think is an example of behavior we need to perpetuate and encourage in society. It's both amazing and humbling to me to realize how powerful one action can be in the course of another persons life.

I also think that we need to push for more examples of kindness and selflessness in our media. Recently I watched "Star Wars, The Force Awakens" for the first time. The film over all, was what I expected it to be. It's a neat looking science fiction tale, with some flashy action scenes and a sensible plot. What impressed me more than anything else was the scene where "Rey" is forced to decide the fate of a droid called "BB 8".

Earlier in the movie we can see that Rey is a survivor. She struggles each day just to scavenge enough materials to trade for food. When she's faced with the possibility of selling BB 8, she's offered a huge amount of food, and here is moment where her character is really defined.

 She decides not to sell the droid, and the reasons why are never fully explained, but I'd like to think it was out of consideration. Her choice is a metaphor for the whole Star Wars series. At it's core its about the Jedi who serve other people, and those who choose the Dark Side because they focus on serving themselves.

There are other examples of this kind of attitude in shows like Star Trek The Next Generation. This episode is one such example. Here we see that Captain Picard fights for the right of self determination for his friend Data. In his argument he talks about the possibility of building thousands of other androids like Data and the implications of that creation. He asks, would they then become a "race" and more importantly "Won't we be judged by how we treat that race?"

I don't think he's talking about being judged by God. I think what he's really saying is that we are held accountable for our actions by our peers, and on a deeper level by ourselves. Every choice we make in life is valid and important, especially those that involve or effect other people.

We are all responsible for the state of the world that we're living in. That's why I write these blog posts. It's because I care and I want to try in my own way to make a difference, even if its only a single drop in a vast ocean.  I'm not here to save the world, its too much of an undertaking for one person. I just want to be a tremor. One tiny vibration that sparks another, and another, building inertia and momentum until there becomes no distinction between you and I. A moment in time where love is both the means and the message.

On an end note let me ask of you all to please notice and appreciate the little things. Recognize and applaud the "everyday heroes" who give freely of themselves out of choice and not obligation. Be kind and giving to others if you can, regardless of  who they are or how you perceive them. By doing so, you might find that you gain a lot more than you loose.








Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Pieces of Pieces, A History of Me

Over the past week I've posted about a wide variety of things that are important to me. I've tried to share my views, openly and intimately, with the hopes that someone out there reading these words might find something useful. Today I want to share a list of things that I love. It would take me forever to name and list everything, but here are a few that come to mind.





This is one of the first books I read that made me cry, and then later cheer for a happy ending.



This book inspired me to write my own stories and share the magick that books can lend.


This was the first "rpg" game I ever played. It gave me a chance to finally be the "knight on a magical quest".










These movies brought fantasy and imagination alive. They helped me to dream of worlds to come and things unseen.


















These songs have served as the soundtrack of my soul.










These shows pushed me to question my assumptions and broaden my views.



Last but certainly not least, let me include here the people I've met along the way. Those who have shared their time and energy, their thoughts and ideas.  I want to say "Thank You" to all the creators, artists, the dreamers and poets, the sane and insane who have touched my life over the years. You have given me gifts that I could never repay but remain eternally grateful for. <3


Monday, June 20, 2016

Semantics and Complexity, Exploring our Communication Landscape

In today's episode of "An evening with Me", I find myself trying to untie tiny knots in a huge ball of yarn.  I'm wearing a black thong. That's not entirely true though because black isn't really a color. I'm not going to go into the science of this, lets just say for the sake of this talk that things are never as cut and dry as they might appear.

Recently I came across a thread on Fetlife where someone asked why so many submissive men felt the need to be feminine and passive. As you might imagine, this caused a sprawling debate about semantics and perceptions which is what I wanted to focus on today.

A big part of our life is focused on learning and interpreting language. It's sort of the "code" of our reality. Words help us to build both understanding and perception by assigning values and meaning to "everything." While this is helpful, it's also kind of precarious and deceptive.

Language is a system, and like all other complex structures, there are faults and problems that arise the more intricate and interwoven its parts become. Much like with the example above, our own individual perceptions of words make the process of sharing ideas increasingly difficult.

As an intelligent species we've already recognized many of the problems inherent in this web of connections and we've done our best to try to fix them. We have dictionaries which lend some basic guidelines and serve as a sort of "programmers" guide to the data we're trying to work with.

Eventually though what we run into is the need for revision, and longer, more detailed definitions. Below is an example.

This is what most people once called a "computer".





Now we have devices that are still called "computers" but are vastly different in their design and usage.

While this change might seem simple and innocuous,  our language is filled with hundreds of thousands of similar examples. Many of these are adjectives that we use to describe the qualities, states or conditions of things. It's here that we run into issues with trying to communicate with others. Our experiences typically make our perceptions biased.

Good, bad, happy sad, are all generic terms tied to memories in our brains that give us a personal definition of what each word "really" means. These "notions" are as unique as fingerprints. Take the word "Love" for example. Your definition is very likely different from mine.

Obviously all of this doesn't signify the "end of the world". I think more than anything it encourages us as individuals to be more flexible with our ideas and opinions. Certainly I would say it's as good a reason as any to practice introspection, but also to really learn how to listen to others.

Most people who know me, say that I talk "too much" sometimes. Everything I've explained above is part of the reason "why". I want to share and really be heard / understood, and sometimes that means painting a clear picture for the world to see.

If you take nothing else form this, hold onto the realization that ideas and concepts are varied. Be willing to explain yourself past the generic, and capable of listening with an open mind. Also, be sure to play in the moonlight. Trust me, its good for you.


On an end note, I've decided to explore the wild world of Tumblr. If you use Tumblr, send me a link to your page either via facebook or leave a link down below and I'll be glad to add you there. May the road "faer" you well.






Sunday, June 19, 2016

The Good, The Bad, and The "Crazy"

Today I'm wearing a red thong, which kind of matches my skin. Instead of being lathered in sun tanning lotion, I've covered with aloe vera gel. I'm thinking that I read somewhere that spending too much time out in the sun was bad for you. Supposedly so is smoking, and apparently trying to channel dark forces into a human vessel in order to worship and placate them. Who knew life could be so dangerous?

For the sake of not getting side tracked, lets just stick with the aloe. Using it is a part of my "recovery" and that's the center of today's thoughts. As you might have guessed from reading my entries, I suffer from some mental instability. I've dealt with varying degrees of mania and depression for over twenty years.

When I woke up yesterday morning I "knew" something was wrong. There were no visible or tangible signs that the universe had been turned upside down, but I just "felt" this sensation that something wasn't right. I know myself well enough to understand that this is an indicator of trouble on the horizon.

For me, a hard day doesn't usually mean plagued with chaotic or unfortunate events. It simply describes a day where my mind is going to be my enemy instead of my friend. True to form, as the day continued, I found myself feeling more and more depressed. Combined with the sadness was this strong desire to retreat from those feelings by "medicating" with something.

I believe that most people spend a lot of their free time medicating themselves.  It's basically just a prop used to avoid feelings or thoughts that are uncomfortable. You could call it a distraction, or a coping mechanism,or a biochemical safety net. The label doesn't matter, "A rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet."

My issue with that approach is that I know it's only a temporary distraction.  Eventually I'll get tired of watching netflix, or playing a video game, and I'm still where I was. The feelings I was ignoring haven't disappeared. More often than not, I end up feeling worse afterward because then I feel "guilty" for spending my time that way, instead of doing something useful / productive. 

Keep in mind, I'm not saying netflix or video games, or other forms of indulgence are "bad". I'm saying that for me, using them as a way to escape my thoughts, is counter productive.  It's like being an alcoholic to whatever thing you're using. Instead of drinking to enjoy the alcohol in moderation, what you're really doing is continuing an addictive cycle in some hope of "feeling" better, or at least not feeling at all. 

Knowing all of this about myself, and the nature of my "addictive personality", I understood the danger of giving in to behavior that would only complicate my problems. I chose instead, to try to do things that I knew would help me to feel better. I exercised, I wrote a blog entry, I watched a documentary. I spoke with Sarah on the phone and then another friend online. By the end of the night, I wasn't feeling depressed, or sad, or afraid. On the flip side I didn't feel joyous, or elated or accomplished, I just felt "okay".

This is just a glimmer of "a day in the life" of me. Each of us who suffer from mental illness have our own symptoms. Both my strategies and struggles will probably be different than yours. I only offer them here because writing helps me. It lets me feel that I've accomplished some small thing in my day. Sometimes I'm even lucky enough to learn something along the way.

Yesterday started out being scary, difficult, and painful, but ended up being a victory in the end. For me each day is just another coin toss. I never know when the sadness will show up, nor whether or not I'll be able to face it and overcome it. 

I used to say that I just wanted relief from the constant battles taking place in my head.  Over the years though I've come to realize the importance and value of my condition. Despite the failures and difficulty that I've endured, or perhaps because of them, I've had to grow as a person in order to survive. These problems have forced me to understand more about myself and this crazy world in which we live.

Although the idea of being "free" from the struggle is tempting, I wouldn't sacrifice who I've become along the way. If you take nothing else from this entry, keep in mind that your journey through life is important. Look within yourself and find that gift you've cultivated via experience.  Let its light be a companion and a shield against the darkness that sometimes comes. Believe in yourself, and live with love in your heart if you can. <3




 

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Vday and Armageddon, an Archeology of the Soul.

Today I'm wearing a purple thong with little pink hearts printed on them. As usual, wardrobe is a part of the theme. I'm sitting here chain smoking and cutting out little hearts from construction paper. Some days I wish I could send a valentine out to the entire world. This leads me to the topic for today.

When I was a teenager I had a small but close group of friends. Each of us had, at one time or another been the victim of a bully and so it was a sort of "common ground" we all shared. My brother and I especially, had gone through first hand experiences of violence from both strangers and our own families, so we knew what it was to feel afraid, hurt, and damaged.

As we grew older, those events became a kind of "badge of honor" but also a sacred oath we both took to "protect the weak". Any time we heard about or saw someone getting hurt, we would intervene for the sake of the "cause". Somewhere along the way, at least for me, this idea morphed into an act of  "justified" catharsis.  Instead of caring about the weak or injured, it was more about hunting the bully.

This clip is the one of the best reflections of that mindset.

I'm grateful to report that over the years those notions have faded. I try to dedicate myself to a path of wisdom and love. The journey isn't easy. Today I was faced with something that I felt needed to be addressed. While reading an online forum, I cam across a reply that basically just said "You are stupid, your question is ignorant, you should grow up and stop whining."

This persons words stood out as a metaphor for some of the problems that's facing us as a society today. Many of us seem totally disconnected from other people. We navigate these virtual worlds using anonymity as a cloak, and our words as a sword. We "strike" down people at random if we don't agree with them, or just because we can.

I think many of us "just don't care" how others feel. We live in a sort of reactionary based reality where we act and speak without thinking, under the guise of "just being who we are." We say things like, "I'm entitled to an opinion, and who are you to question me!" I question, not because I want to judge you, or feel like I'm "better" than you. I want to love and to be loved. I want to hear your stories of pain and tragedy in the hopes that by sharing, you might find some relief, instead of keeping it inside and letting it fuel a cycle of negativity. 

This entry isn't about proposing censorship, or making more "rules" to govern the ever expansive online landscape. I'm saying these kinds of actions may only further perpetuate the issues we encounter in the real world concerning violence, hatred, cruelty and separation.

Everything that we say and do vibrates outward like a "ripple in the water". While one persons actions might not have a significant effect on reality at a global scale, attitudes and vibrations are cumulative. You can test this by directing different frequencies of sound toward a sheet of glass. Sound is deceptively powerful when focused much like water or air. I worry that our "world" is on the verge of shattering, just like the glass.

My challenge to you all is to pay more attention to how you think, what you say, and most importantly, what you do. Consider whether or not you want to help people, or to hurt them. I believe if we take the time to learn ways of letting our hearts be our guide through life, instead of our minds and judgements, we might find a greater sense of peace and purpose.






Friday, June 17, 2016

Vanilla and other flavors, a servants guide to cooking happiness.

Today I'm wearing a checkered thong. I'm sitting at a table with a mason jar filled with marbles. One by one I'm taking them out and counting them. Sounds thrilling I know, but there is a method to this madness.

This entry is about different ways you can incorporate D/s into an otherwise "vanilla" relationship. Mixing the two requires innovation and a desire to make things work smoothly. There's no "one true way" to do it. These are just some suggestions to get the ideas flowing.

So lets start with the marbles. The purpose here is about reaffirming each persons roles through random activities. This works by establishing a rule that the servant has to take time out of their day to make sure there are a certain number of marbles in the jar. At random times the Owner will either remove a couple of marbles or add a few just to throw it off.

It sounds silly, but this is something simple, that easy to do, and it doesn't require any kind of costume nor drawn out scene. Having to check the marble jar every day reminds the servant of the importance of the rules. Also, since the Owner is occasionally checking the jar and making changes, it keeps both parties involved.

Our next example deals with denial and permission. Just like the previous idea, this one too is best used randomly. Simply put, the Owner denies the servant permission to do or experience something.  It doesn't matter what is being denied. Alternatively, the Owner can at random time give the servant permission for something they wanted to do that was denied in the past.  The important part here is that the servant is faced with the fact that they have given up control of their life to their Owner.

Now lets look at some "mini" protocols that can be used. One possibility might be an Owner requiring their slave to eat in a different position instead of at the table with them. You could still easily carry on a "vanilla" conversation over dinner, but having the sub eat while sitting in the floor is a way of saying, "that's your place  in our relationship."

Also we should consider things like expectations and acts of personal service. It's pretty simple for an Owner to establish some rules, and have their slave take care of domestic duties. More than likely if a slave is "service oriented" he or she will probably love doing these things anyway. 

An Owner can add a deeper level to their interaction if they include commands. This doesn't mean yelling, or having a stern tone of voice. The idea here is to request something in a way that you might from a computer or a robot instead of a person. By doing so, the Owner is treating the slave like a "slave" and not a vanilla partner.

It doesn't matter if the Owner tells the slave to give them a foot massage or run them a hot bath. The key is "telling" and not asking.  I've found that a lot of people have trouble with this because society instills in us the necessity of manners, ie "please and thank you". While being polite is a great way to interact with people in "general", for a slave it can undermine the "feeling" of being a servant.

Last, but certainly not least, an Owner should chain their slave up in the basement and leave them them there for a few days. Oh, wait, that wasn't what I was going to say. I mean, that might be bad, for them and you in the long run. Now I've lost count of these damn marbles. :(

Anyway, I hope some of this made sense. I wrote this post to try to illustrate that D/s can be practiced in creative ways that don't require planning or bondage equipment. Vanilla life and experiences are just as important as the kink. Its up to you as an individual to figure out what works and what doesn't. Hopefully with the help of this post, you'll find your own way to have the white picket fence with or without the handcuffs. <3














Thursday, June 16, 2016

Attack of the evil pumkins, and other possibilities.

Here we are yet again, with another story to tell. I'm in my usual attire, so you can just call me "thongman". I'm sitting in a sparsely decorated room having a staring contest with a plastic pumpkin. I mean who doesn't love Halloween?  For reasons I can't easily explain, this staring contest is a "life or death" situation. Which leads me naturally into today's thoughts.

Recently I came across an interesting Ted talk that correlates with a project my best friend and I have been working on over the past couple of years. The link below gives you a glimpse into what this is all about.

Big Talk

For those of you who don't have time to check it out I'll just say the video encourages people to ask others and themselves questions that require deep thought. One of the questions mentioned is "What do you want to do before you die." It's a compelling question, one that asks, what is most important to you?

I decided to choose a variation of this which says "If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do today?"

Lets say for the sake of this hypothetical situation, that you could literally do "anything."

I'd wake up as early as possible and write a blog entry, a sort of "farewell" letter. I would speak openly and intimately about my life, my decisions and my path in the hopes that others would really understand and know me.

Next I'd spend some time with my family. I'd tell my parents that I loved them, and I'd let them know that despite the hardships and hurdles, I'd lived a good life.

Then I'd gather around me my three closest friends and a few other "like minded people". We would go out to a park or somewhere in nature and just talk. I would take a moment to really enjoy the feeling of the sun on my skin. I'd run my hands through the grass and try to really feel connected to this planet I've called home.

We would spend the day walking and talking, just enjoying each others company and sharing stories. At some point later in the day we'd share a meal of my favorite foods. I'd have half a glass of really good wine, just to savor the taste of it.

During our talks I would encourage them to dream big and live passionately. I'd try to share with them the important things I've learned on my journey. As the evening winds down I'd say my farewells to most of them. I wouldn't reveal to anyone what was going to happen the next day.

I'd tell my "brother" that I love him. I'd remind him of his talent and how his influence and companionship has shaped my life. I'd ask him not to let my passing be seen as a cause for mourning, but as an opportunity for thought and growth.

As our group seperates I'd ask one of my friends "Sarah" to free up the rest of her evening. We would return to her home, and just spend time together. I'd tell her all the things I never said when we were dating and living together. I'd spend some time "serving" her by doing her laundry, cleaning etc. We would stay up talking and laughing and just being with each other until it started getting late.

As night closed in and I knew time was drawing near, we would lay down together. I would cherish every moment of these final experiences. I would genuinely take in her beauty, her strength, her knowledge and wisdom. I'd drift off to sleep in her arms feeling safe and loved. "Sarah once told me that "love" is in the doing, so this is what I would do.

I'm a little emotional from thinking about all of this stuff, and I suspect if you answer the question, you might be too. My point here is by doing so, you give yourself a chance to explore possibilities. You draw the focus away from matters that might be trivial or even worse, fears or insecurities that hold you back from living the life you really want.

If you take nothing else from this, just ask yourself, how might my life be different if I dared to dream and let those ideas come true?

On an end note I'll just add, I won the staring contest! So yeah I plan to be around for another hundred years or so. :)

  


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Beyond whips and chains, a look into the heart of the matter.

Imagine the scene from yesterdays post, only this time the thong is black. Instead of sunbathing, I'm working in a garden pulling weeds and clearing out debris. As I cut a long stalk of briar from the path and try to pull it out of the way I notice it seems to be stuck. In frustration I pull as hard as I can and it's suddenly released. The momentum of my effort pulls the jagged briar right into me and it tears a long gash along my leg. As a masochist, the pain is bittersweet. I watch the droplets of blood fall from the wound and I think to myself, "Why do I like this?"

This entry is an impromptu interview conducted by me, with me. Which mean infinite wisdom times two. How awesome right? For the sake of differentiation I'll use "I" for the interviewer.

I: You say "D/s" all the time. What does that mean to you?

Me: D/s is an alternative lifestyle that focuses on power exchange and complex dynamics. I think all to often it's confused with the notion that it signifies one person wanting to be "led" or that its just an escape route for people who dislike making decisions.

I: Define servitude.

Me: Servitude is about selflessness, devotion, commitment, and care. As a servant your primary goal in life is the well-being of your Owner. It's not just about kneeling in front of them, or doing the dishes. Servitude means reading their body language. Anticipating their needs and wants. Being able to be a best friend, a willing slave, and sometimes just a shoulder to cry on. Serving is also about bettering yourself. As a slave you should focus on personal growth so that you consistently have more to offer your Owner other than just basic submission.

I: You label yourself as a masochist, whats that all about?

Me: I enjoy experiencing both physical and emotional pain. For me it's not as simple as saying "I love a great back massage." I'm not "turned on" by pain. Sometimes pain can be a sort of therapeutic experience where afterward it feels as though the volume of the world has been "turned down", but even that doesn't completely describe why its important to me. I view pain and the process of giving / receiving it as a kind of symbolic dialogue. The acts demonstrate ownership and control from the "D" as well as submission, devotion, and trust from the "s".

I: Please limit your answers to one or two sentences for the sake of time.

Me: I'm sorry I cant. These questions require me to ramble on and on. It's how I process and express myself. To further answer your previous question, let me say that pain is an important part of my "love language".

I: Wait, what? How is pain connected with love?

Me:  It would take me twenty years to try to describe to you how pain and love are alchemically combined in my head and heart. For me, the two are linked, and both necessary in order to have a functional relationship. Although I'm certainly capable of feeling "love" for a partner. I tend not to "fall in love" with people if pain isn't a part of our interaction.

I: So you want to be with someone who hurts you all the time?

 Me: No, not at all. I want to share my life with someone who understands how pain and love can be connected. Someone who values my submission, and interprets the exchange of pain as an act of intimacy between two people who "Love" each other.

I: This sounds really complicated. Are you sure you're not just crazy?

Me: Yes it is complex, but really all things in life are if you look closely enough. I probably am crazy, at least by most peoples standards. <3

I: Considering everything you've said above, what do you want in your "ideal" relationship?

Me: I want what most people want, passion, connection, good conversations and great sex. I want a partner who's active, driven, demanding, Dominant. Someone who is "powerful" but has done the work needed to set the ego aside. I want to get lost with them in old bookstores. I'd like to camp with them outside underneath the stars, miles away from everything else.

I: All of that sounds great, but also really "vanilla." What about the pain and the servitude you said was so important?

Me: Trying to balance D/s, in a relationship is challenging. It's sort of like trying to walk while wearing two different types of shoes. In order to have a functional relationship, both people have to genuinely want D/s. I've been in many relationships with people who were only "interested" in the subject matter, and most of those proved disastrous. I think you have to find unique ways to incorporate the dynamic into your everyday interaction.

I: Why would someone go through the trouble of figuring out all of that and focusing on it instead of just being together and enjoying life?

Me: Because I'm worth it. Because the depth of connection and intimacy that's reached via "all that trouble" is amazing.






 


Tuesday, June 14, 2016

How to save the world one unique snowflake at a time

Let me begin this by giving some context, setting the stage you might say. Picture me standing in my back yard. I'm lathered in sun tanning lotion, and wearing nothing but a pink thong. In one hand is a mason jar filled with apple juice, and the other is a cigarette.

Rushmore

I'm barely aware of my surroundings aside from the warmth of sun on my skin. My attention is focused inward. I'm having cyclic thoughts. I hear my own voice, and it's like I'm giving a lecture to an imaginary audience. The words begin to form cohesion, and I know, before this first cigarette goes out, that I have to write a blog entry.

Recently my best friend introduced me to the idea of systems thinking. In simplistic terms I'll say that systems thinking is a type of problem solving that involves and relies upon collaboration. Typically it's used to try to deal with issues of great complexity where a single layered solution wouldn't be feasible.

Obviously we live in a time where society is facing a multitude of problems. Global warming, poverty, violence, these issues along with many others are too diverse and multifaceted to be solved with a single answer. It's going to take groups of people, organizations, communities, countries to come together to face and hopefully overcome these challenges.

There are billions of us on the planet.  If we work together maybe our species will have a chance at survival. This entry isn't about me encouraging you to be an activist, or to switch career fields. My goal here is to suggest a change in attitude and practice on a much smaller scale. You don't have to save the world in order to make a difference.

The friend I mentioned earlier is more like a brother to me. We've know each other since childhood and over the years we've shaped each others lives. When we spend time with other, whether at a park, or having a meal in a restaurant, we tend to talk about everything, politics, evolution, psychology etc.

The problem with he and I is that we are stuck on a tiny island. Both of us are introverts, and so we tend to keep to ourselves. This means that our ideas are like mathematical equations scribbled on napkins. They end up being tossed aside and thrown away.

I'm not saying that our ideas are going to lead to a cure for cancer. The point is that they live briefly, and then diminish without ever really having the potential to cause change because they were never shared. Over the past couple of weeks I've been persistently trying to encourage him to blog. Just to write, about anything.

So far he has been a bit resistant to the idea. Here are some of the reasons.

Fear

Self Doubt

Preconditioning

Shame 

In the video linked above Brene Brown talks about how shame and self doubt stops us from being innovative and courageous. Near the end of her lecture she give us this example "Who do you think you are?" I think a lot of us face these words when we are on the verge of sharing ourselves, our opinions and ideas.

We live in a world where only "experts" are expected to have any knowledge or useful input. Our society has placed more value on certificates and accreditation than on ideas. It assumes that as citizens we lack the ability to discern between nonsense and valuable data, therefore, we must only rely on information from "approved" sources.

You don't have to be a master at something, to have an opinion or give meaningful feedback. It doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, or what level you've obtained within a given structure.

I'm a middle aged guy, with only a high school level education. I've no career, and I suffer from undiagnosed manic depression. I am the epitome, at least at face value, of that person our society labels as "lazy", useless, ignorant etc. Yet over the course of my life, I have changed the lives of those who knew me well. Not only have I seen these changes for myself, but many have said to me that they are "wiser" "more thoughtful" and more engaged as a result of our interactions.

So you see, if I can have an impact on the way a person thinks, and or lives their life, you can too. All you have to do is share, honestly, and sincerely, without the agenda of reward or recognition. Exchanging ideas is like adding an unknown ingredient into a recipe. Worse care scenario is that nothing happens. Alternatively, there's the chance that by doing so you might discover a whole new dish, or inspire someone else create something on their own.

Like ripples in a pond, the potential for possible outcomes is infinite. It starts though with the individual. The effort is what matters most. I invite all of you to start your own blog. It's free, easy to set up, and can be a vehicle for transformation. Your voice matters, and so does your story. Don't be afraid to share it with the rest of us.








Sunday, June 12, 2016

Seperation, Walls, Cycles

The news has been flooded with accounts and details of yet another tragic act of violence. Already I've seen posts via social media sites which are filled with anger, blame, and the notion of "vengeance". Below is a short video that illustrates my views on the subject matter.

Revenge

I don't think that more hatred and judgement will help to solve these issues. In saying this, I consciously, don't want to separate myself from those who feel differently. I want to share my view and open up an opportunity for dialogue. Notice I used the term "dialogue" and not debate. This isn't a competition. I'm not trying to prove my point is more valid or enlightened etc.

The goal is for growth, and sharing ideas. I can't reach out to others if I'm forced to communicate over a great divide. Dialogue requires at least two people who are both willing to listen and share. Months ago I came across an interesting post on Ted which directly relates to some of this.

Ted

I think her approach has a much higher chance of success because she's working within the system that she's trying to change. This approach fosters and encourages dialogue. It also creates transparency. Hatred and distrust thrive via misinformation and misunderstanding. It's easy to view someone as an "enemy" if you stop considering them a "human" being. This Tool song speaks to the damage that can happen when we close our borders to others.

Let me end this by saying a few things directly. I'm not judging you. I'm angry, and upset, and saddened by the violence that continues to plague our society. Just like you, I want a resolution, I want to live, and be happy. The goal here is to provoke thought, and to encourage everyone to work toward a resolution. I believe we are all one. You, me, the victims, the perpetrators. We struggle, hope, and dream with the same beating hearts. Maybe in time, with effort and determination, we can bring an end to the separation, and the violence.


Art and Fantasy, The Birthplace of Understanding

This entry is being written due to an unexpected convergence of circumstances. Earlier today I wrote a short post on Fetlife about how writing a story that involves D/s actually helped me to realize something about the lifestyle that I'd seemingly overlooked. The whole notion of creation as a powerful tool for introspection had been rolling around in my head for the rest of the day afterwards.

Later, I logged into facebook and saw this post, shared by Lance Henriksen:  Youtube

In the video, Comicbookgirl19 shared her thoughts about the potential for comic books to serve as a transformative source of self expression and courage. I would say that any and or all mediums have this sort of potential. So too, and perhaps more so, does the act of creation.

I can only speak from my own experience, but for me, writing has always been an avenue for investigation and broadening my awareness. In order to genuinely bring a character to life, you have to see the world through their eyes. This means letting go of the ego and stepping outside of yourself. Doing so is a kind of freedom. It's almost like exploring a waking dream, one that you control and mold as you go along.

This whole process alters the way our minds work. It causes us to ask questions about ourselves, and our own perceptions. It's this kind of internal dialogue that often offers us momentary periods of enlightenment. Maybe it sounds silly, but these "aha" moments, are life changing, important levels of awakening and realization that are essential for self growth.

To say that I'm passionate about creativity, and that I think too much, might be an understatement. I learned a long time ago, from a close friend, the value of searching and reasoning. I wouldn't say that it's made my life easier, but I've gained a unique insight into the "pattern" of things as a result.

I'll bring this to a close by encouraging you all to read, listen to music, paint draw etc. Immerse yourself in art that helps you to "feel". Let the magic of the journey take you where it will.