Tag Archives: Love

LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL

 

Love is unconditional.
Life is conditional.
Every living  thing has a reason (condition) for
for every life change.

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A LOVING BIT OF LOGIC

 

Love is outbound with no expectation of return

Love is circular and is always shared.

Love is the key to the Memory of All.

Love is Fulfillment.

Love is Creation.

Love is Art.

And Art is all there is.

So there you have it…

Love is knowing that there is Nothing left to Know

WHY ME???

“Why me?” His eyes seemed to complete the question, the shrug of his shoulders mirroring the shrug of his upturned eyebrows but a realistic opinion would be that most guesses would be a bit off the mark.

Gerald was not questioning a Judge’s decision that he be confined for having committed an injustice; he was not  a fugitive, a sex offender or a terrorist;  perhaps his question may have revealed to those who knew him better, an implied a kinship of this kind of thinking to his secret shame for ideas which compelled him to seek answers to questions that would seem a foolish waste of time to the average person.

Gerald believed that he had not only discovered the secret of the existence of an omnipotent God but who this God is, has always been, when and how he was born and how that failed to contradict that He had always been and that he would be here for eternity. He was not the least bit mystified by the evidence that revealed that though God existed, technically He did not. Nor did it bother him to realize that a measure of Eternity could as easily be described as lasting for a trillionth of a second as to claim a larger figure, say a Trillion, trillion light years…?

Day 1: The memory of all events begins simultaneously with the physical occurrence of the first.

Day 2: Eternity occurs in an instant.

Day 3: The Memory of Forever occurs in less than a trillionth of a second.

Day 4:  God begets His Great Self with the SNAP of His Metaphysical Fingers.Day

5: Every event but the first one is a response to the one before it.Day

6: The result: Total Knowledge of past and future events.

Day 7: The result: Total Love.

ACCEPT THE LOVE AND PASS IT ON

 

                FEAR LOVE AND LOGIC

Fear reveals itself at first light.

The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.

TO ACCEPT LOVE  is to Be Healed.

Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.

(Perhaps it is the other way around.)

Fear returns to the shadows and birds begin to chirp.

Fear reveals itself at first light.

The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.

Acceptance lights the Path.

The Path is Today.

This is the way,

To Heal;

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

ROCKY THE DUCK

A friend of mine has a friend named Rocky. Rocky  is a biped; Rocky is a duck. My friend is a biped named Mary; Mary is not a duck.

Mary enjoys scooting along the canals in Phoenix, Arizona; she enjoys the scoot, the fresh air and the opportunity to acquire a clear head.

Mary likes ducks.

I’m not sure if she has always liked ducks. I’m curious you see because I too like ducks. Chickens are okay. I’ve known some chickens in my life but chickens aren’t as smart as ducks and who would ever think to name a chicken Donald or Huey, Dewey or Louie; and Rocky? No chicken could ever get along with the other chickens with a name like Rocky.

When Mary met Rocky I suspect it was rather one sided. Actually (if I got the story right), Rocky was a duckling at the time and he must have stood out from the others; at least I don’t remember Mary talking about Rocky’s diblings (that’s duck for duck sibling) by mentioning Darlene or Joey, if ya know what I mean.

I asked Mary recently repeat the story  which she gladly did.

I don’t know where she spotted Rocky but my brain has filled that in for me and In my mind’s eye I can very clearly see Mom and the kids waddling down the canal under the cottonwoods near 56th and Indian School Rd. So there.

I think that Mary must have stopped to linger for a few minutes for she clearly fell head over heels in love with the duckies (you should see her eyes light up when she tells the story). She may not have been a duck lover before the incident but Mary is now a duck lover for life.

When Mary gets to that part of the story where Rocky is missing, that light in her eyes becomes a flash of lightning. I think the way she tells it is that on the second visit Mom was there and perhaps one of the kids but there was no Rocky.

Mary looked up and down the canal for a while, jogging this way and that and finally with a pout and a wrinkled brow returned to her living room and pondered the possibilities of a missing Rocky.

Mary is a very determined lady which is probably what drew her to Rocky in the first place for you see, she did not talk about Rocky as though she was a Mother Duck – after all Rocky had a mom. No, Mary’s eyes spoke of Rocky kinda like a brother, yeah that’s it; Rocky was a brother duck and Mary in the telling comes alive again when letting me know that Rocky was back on the third day.

She reported nothing else about brother Rock that I can recall, just that Rocky was alive and well and back with Mom and his diblings.

I think that must have been a year or so ago that these compelling events became such an attractive story; When I saw Mary on Sunday she brought me up to date; Rocky is a daddy Duck now and has ducklings of his own, One looks exactly like Rocky. The rest are decidedly Mom.

LIVING LOVE AND LOVING LIFE

LIVING LOVE AND LOVING LIFE

 

What comes to mind when you think of success?

Do you wrangle with rhythm your views of the best?

Do you shine your shoes and smile as you dress?

Do you look in the mirror and beat your chest and say

“My, my…

I love my life and I Love Living it…

Look at that smile –

I love sharing it.”

Great; now go write that book on SUCCESS.

GATHERING SHARING RELIABLE INFORMATION

color029_sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50 Boy building a model airplane as girl watches. Robstown, Texas, January 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Arthur Rothstein. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

The word “proof”, when added, changes a report into an advertisement, a discovery into a product and the reader into a victim of inanity. Proof can render the world’s greatest lie into disaster by posing successfully as TRUTH.

When the habit of seeking proof is replaced with the business of seeking evidence we learn to start with questions that are free of bias; we discover TRUTH and we improve our personal relationships and our lot in life.

Mistakes are no longer a threat under such a system; they are simply a way of tweaking the path; Mistakes make learning attractive  and teach us patience with those who are “always right”. These mistakes can rescue us from the mire of mindless management, of running the risk of never growing and of never again learning a single new thing.

(I think I got that right.)

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