Archive for December 2009
From the Archives
Deep
feel this
it’s your feelings
reach out with your mental acuity
and wrap your grip
around
with firm yet even pressure
to let it touch
your innermost percepting region
more than touch though
you’ve done that much before
it needs to be as you would with your eyes
when you see past the surface
into the depth of reflection
that ripples in the waves
of your brazen desiring appetite
and your viewing threatens
to consume the molecules
of the vision luminescing
before you acknowledge
the lump rising in your throat
for once beat it to the punch
and deftly wield the glorious
power intangible
to tread in the field
fat for the harvest
feel with the urge
of suppressing a laugh
and with all of your might
your mighty bright might
let go with your best
unabashed best belly laugh
©2003
Arbitrary Lines
I’m guessing there wouldn’t be much argument to the idea that people perceive they have limitations even when no actual limitation exists. Some versions may even present as common phobias. We often hear people admit to a fear of something that is not necessarily a threat that deserves such focus. It is my belief that we each have the ability to make a decision that alters these limitations we allow to exist.
When I was young, I drank milk with pretty much anything I ate. Some foods, I felt it essential to have milk. Toast with peanut butter comes to mind. Then I suffered an episode of a kidney stone. Seems I wasn’t practicing advisable levels of hydration, especially given the high level of dairy products I consumed. I must say, pain is one heck of a motivator for change. I was advised to reduce my intake of all things calcium, and to drink more water. At the time, I literally believed it not possible to eat peanut butter toast without milk. I was wrong. In the end, I found the adjustment to be rather easy.
For much of my life, I wore a wrist watch. After I returned from a week of vacation one year, where I had been without my watch the whole wonderful time, I decided to try going without it when I resumed my regular routine. I found this change to be a little more difficult than not drinking milk with certain foods, but not by much. I used to believe that I could not get along without my wrist watch. Now I realize I can, and I do just fine sans wrist watch.
I used to be a pretty regular viewer of television news broadcasts. I grew up in a house where we watched the news to get a sense of things. I recall the dramatic feeling of being lost when I first moved out of the house where I grew up, to a place with no television. We solved that within days, and I maintained my fixation with television news for decades. Then, in similar fashion to my changing the habit of having worn a wrist watch, I came home from a vacation where I had not seen news for over a week and realized I was doing just fine without it. As a matter of fact, I felt a little bit better without it. The newscasters used to feel like part of my family. We watched their hairstyles change and listened to their chit-chat between stories, as if they were people we knew. I really like not knowing about them any more, and I don’t feel lost at all.
I seriously felt the possibility of changing these things was not only unlikely, but even ill-advised. But these were artificial boundaries I allowed myself to claim. And as such, I have all the power to choose to move and change them at any time. Next time you notice yourself clinging to something a little tighter than makes logical sense, consider the possibility it is a product of your own construct. You have the power to change those arbitrary lines to move yourself to a different place. Shoot, you could even obliterate them altogether.
When people talk about coloring outside the lines, the first thought is of the lines that are presented to us. But we also can choose to color outside the lines we create for ourselves. What would it take for you to become aware of the limits you are choosing to live within? They might not be as limiting as they seem, after all.
Holiday Shopping Struggle
I belong to that subset of humanity that has little in the way of an internal drive for buying new things. When December arrives and the holiday shopping craze begins, my ambient level of typical day-to-day stress automatically takes a step up. I sense that I am expected to become one of the cogs in the retail juggernaut.
It was during last year’s shopping season that I had an insight about the role I inadvertently play in messing up the whole process. Not only does business go up for retail locations, but it is going up because of a large number of people like me who don’t regularly shop. There should be no surprise that it becomes a spectacle of awkward inefficiencies. I can’t even decide where I want to park, and I notice that most of the other cars in the lots appear to be having the same problem. I don’t know where the store in the mall is located. I end up walking a lot more of the mall than is necessary. I don’t know the layout of the stores. I’m up and down aisles and back and forth across the store. I don’t understand the new checkout routines. Where is the queue? Do I swipe my own card? Do I need to sign something? The whole time, I’m bumping elbows with others having the same problems, as well as stutter-stepping left and right in the face of some poor person who already knows how this is all supposed to go, but is unable to properly execute with all these unskilled shoppers bungling the process.
At the same time, I have been asked to create a wish-list to assist others in finding the perfect gift for me. I didn’t realize the exercise would suffer for similar reasons as my difficulties with shopping. Since I don’t buy a lot of things, what I already have tends to get well used and might charitably be described as threadbare. I’m the kind of person that becomes attached with a product when I find something that works well for me. What I want on my wish-list is often an exact replacement for something I already love. I discovered over the weekend that much of what I wanted to put on my list is nowhere to be found. Brand name stuff, but not even showing up on the clearance rack. It’s a hard reality to discover you are outliving your favorite merchandise.
I can’t let it get to me, though. I just gotta pull myself up and get out there and shop! I just learned that the more I spend, the more I can save! Why didn’t I discover this sooner? Think of the savings I have missed over the years.
Cool ‘Gloo Tool
Members of the Hays clan probably remember the year we miscalculated the dimensions of our igloo and needed to get a ladder, and ultimately add an internal support wall, to finish what became my first-ever two room igloo. Well, someone has come up with a tool that will prevent that and allow us to create a perfectly shaped igloo dome. Check out Grand Shelters Inc’s ICEBOX®!
Don’t forget, we will be returning to the site of that wonderful winterland getaway where I like to build igloos, this February. Hopefully, the climate will still provide enough snow for such endeavors by the time that weekend arrives. It would be an ideal opportunity to test out such a tool. If I ever get around to creating that wish-list I’ve been asked to make, I will be sure to include information about the ICEBOX® on it. It isn’t an inexpensive tool, but it’s not likely to become a mass-produced, more affordable novelty, so I may merely ask for contributions toward the cost. It would be worth my coming up with the difference, at least to try it out.
What price for snow fun, anyway?
Picture This
Wanna play a game? I’ve got one to offer. All you need to do is compose an image in your mind… I will describe an image for you and your task is to consciously become aware of the image that forms in your mind. If I mention a tire, what image comes to mind for you? How about a car tire that is not on a rim? Or was I thinking of a bike tire? What images form in your mind for each of these mentioned objects? To play this game, you make a concerted effort to consciously capture the images that materialize in your mind. If you create a vision in your head, your brain will not process it any differently than an image you have actually seen and later recall. So, do you wanna make a picture? Imagine this…
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Picture a two lane county road under repair with all of the pavement having been removed. There is light brown dirt, and a variety of tire tracks are visible, from trucks, tractors and car traffic. Just ahead, there is a fork in the road where a path of a driveway branches off and curves to the right. It is a double track with some green growth appearing between the tire trails. There are two sections of fabric construction fence visible, a few feet high, with orange horizontal stripes. One fence appears on either side of the drive, along the main road, bordering the greenery on the right and the road construction next to it.
There is a dump truck parked facing toward us, on the right side of the road to the left, and on the far side of the driveway. It has a white cab and yellow bucket. It is relatively small as dump trucks go, with the bucket no taller than the cab.
In the tracks of the dirt road is visible a small spot of what looks like the gray dregs dumped when cleaning the flue of a cement mixing truck. In the distance of the road can be seen stacks of blocks, a few construction vehicles, and the makings of a retaining wall. High in the trees and far in the distance, late in the day sunlight is visible. The rest of the view is in shadowed daylight.
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Imagine the scene and get a picture in your mind that represents what appeared to you as you read the details. Then come back tomorrow and see how your image compares to the one I was looking at when I wrote the descriptions.
It Looks Different From Here
Things aren’t the same for me as they used to be. I’m the same guy, but the way I saw Christmas as a kid is completely different than the way I see it now. When I became a parent and had the opportunity to establish Christmas memories for my kids, I don’t know that I had a distinct awareness of the situation. I don’t recall overtly nurturing for my children, what my childhood experience had been. Now, from the added perspective of having my children grown and out of the house, I think I’ve become more like Scrooge than ever before. First, I complained that it was too soon to start decorating and advertising the holiday. Next, the focus of it all has become way too materialistic. Yet still, I harbor the greatest memories of the Christmases of my youth.
Memories like the wall covered with Christmas cards and children’s artwork, which is only a memory because of a slide photo my father took. The trees, tall enough to reach the ceiling. The project of decorating the trees, particularly the lead tinsel my sister, Judy, mentioned. The year we put our name in lights –at first it said, “Ho Ho” but for a short time was modified to “Hays”. The morning my father had me easily convinced that he just heard reindeer activity on the roof, moments before we made our first appearance, Christmas morning. He was so sincere, I fell for it, hook-line-sinker. …The time my siblings fooled me by taping the record album to the cover of the box I opened, so I found nothing but tissue paper in the box below. …Andy Williams and Bing Crosby Christmas albums.
It occurs to me that regardless my miserly personal opinions of late, about this holiday, I might want to cut others a reasonable amount of slack, especially kids. I think kids today deserve to feel just as excited about all things Christmas related, as I ever did. They don’t know it’s coming earlier, or been co-opted by the retail juggernaut and broadcast media. Why, it’s as if I have been visited by the ghosts of Christmas, past, present & future. Let’s enjoy chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Remember Anytime
It may be the contrarian aspect of my character, but for no obvious reason –say maybe a birthday, anniversary, or Mother’s Day– I find myself thinking about Mom today. Not just a passing thought, but a really robust feeling of closeness to everything that comes to mind when I think about her. And it’s all wonderful. I can think of a variety of potential triggers that likely combined to bring this on, not the least of which involves Thanksgiving and Christmas memories of childhood. So, for no other reason than today is the second day of December, I am claiming this a valid day to celebrate the memory of my wonderful mother, Betty.





