My Solar Plexus

Sometimes my intuition gives me a pain in the solar plexus mainly because I haven't taught it to speak English yet. 

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Silent scorn is using thoughts as a deadly weapon.

Whenever you talk to yourself make sure someone you love and trust is listening

When I hear talk behind someones back I can hear the talk behind mine.

When I feel uneasy in my center zone, I ask my sub conscious if its an alarm I need to wake up to.  (this you inspired directly)

The acid test to patience and tolerance is answering the same questions over and over and over. I love you Dad.

How did I know I married an angel?  After purgatory and hell, well you just know.

Thin slices off life give me the love and appreciation I never gave attention to when only the past and future existed for me.

Forbidden fruit looks appetizing and delicious but leave it alone, its in someone elses bowl.

Siring a child is just about the biggest responsibility God can hand you.  Those entrusted to me that I didn't, I mark fragile because they are on loan from heavens library.

The grass is always greener because theres no seeding and no mowing.

When I don't raise my voice to meet anothers, a number of things occur:  I hear the truth, I hear the lie  and I hear the distortion and best of all I hear what I really want to say.

God only gives us what we can handle and if I drop it I must have done it on purpose.

I really don't know what pain is. because God has spared me until I am ready.

I never really did anything myself, I just showed up and when I listened I did the right thing and when I didn't I landed some place else.

Its Christmas time and the scrooge in me feels like I am bleeding green, but no one has  ever died being a Christmas donor.

Have you ever been lied about put on a spit and then believed the hoax?  Acknowledge your part and the universe will handle all the punishment necessary.

Whenever I get the free time to wait in line, I will put it to good use and pause to be grateful to truly realize I am not in control.

A Matter of Life and Death

A matter of life and death can only be measured from life’s perspective; death has no voice in this so called life. Only breath keeps deaths voice silent. Death has both perspectives since it has known breath and also  the absence of it.

Sunday Knocks

Enthusiasm can light any match, just make sure you close the cover before striking. 

Despair leaves us naked with all our clothes in the washing machine. 

When inspiration comes knocking I am never ceasing to be amazed that God chose me for these little tasks. 

Confidence removes much of the space doubt needs to get comfortable in.  

Flies in Winter

The situations that used to baffle me and hurt my feelings are like flies in winter they move slowly and are killed with ease.  

Assorted Knocks

Thinking doesn’t have to include worry.

Middle age was yesterday’s senior citizen because my grandfather never tore his plantar fasciitis.

I have mastered the heartache and heartburn of being with relatives on the Holidays.  Kill them with kindness and it makes me forget all the transgressions I imagined they perpetrated on me and softens some of my own emotional crimes on them.  

When are we in good hands? When we clasp them together and pray.    

Love and Arithmetic

 Love is always a great reason to consummate, but sometimes we misinterpret that two people become one, when it’s the other way around two people come together and form a new entity, one that wasn’t there before. 

Knock Knock Knock

Silent scorn is using thoughts as a deadly weapon.

Whenever you talk to yourself make sure someone you love and trust is listening

When I hear talk behind someones back I can hear the talk behind mine.

When I feel uneasy in my center zone, I ask my sub conscious if its an alarm I need to wake up to.  (this you inspired directly)

The acid test to patience and tolerance is answering the same questions over and over and over. I love you Dad.

How did I know I married an angel?  After purgatory and hell, well you just know.

Thin slices off life give me the love and appreciation I never gave attention to when only the past and future existed for me.

Forbidden fruit looks appetizing and delicious but leave it alone, its in someone elses bowl.

Siring a child is just about the biggest responsibility God can hand you.  Those entrusted to me that I didn't, I mark fragile because they are on loan from heavens library.

The grass is always greener because theres no seeding and no mowing.

When I don't raise my voice to meet anothers, a number of things occur:  I hear the truth, I hear the lie  and I hear the distortion and best of all I hear what I really want to say.

God only gives us what we can handle and if I drop it I must have done it on purpose.

I really don't know what pain is. because God has spared me until I am ready.

I never really did anything myself, I just showed up and when I listened I did the right thing and when I didn't I landed some place else.

Its Christmas time and the scrooge in me feels like I am bleeding green, but no one has  ever died being a Christmas donor.

Have you ever been lied about put on a spit and then believed the hoax?  Acknowledge your part and the universe will handle all the punishment necessary.

Whenever I get the free time to wait in line, I will put it to good use and pause to be grateful to truly realize I am not in control.

Love Takes Time

Love takes time, but tenderness and respect only takes an instant. 

Fear and the Shadow of it

Fear exists solely on the notion there is something to lose. Since we don’t possess anything except the energy we share, the shadow of fear exists only exists because of the light we give it.  

Where's the Mayo

Remorse, doubt and regret is a sandwich without mayo. 

The Charge of the Light Brigade

The charge of the light brigade seemed noble and true at the time, but discretion was the better course to take over valor.   The courageousness we seek can often be disguised as holding back the ego and then acting in true power.  

I Didn't See That

Interesting to become aware,  that we don't see what other's see in themselves. Could it be that it is just their imagination or is it that we are just not taking notice.

Double Speculation

Double speculation is a sand castle and the tide is coming in. 

The Drop of a Hat

The drop of a hat is often referred to as something that carries little effort.  Picking it up is quite a different matter. 

Paper Bag

How is it that every cell in our body knows exactly what to do and we can’t think our way out of a paper bag sometimes?  

Sensory Deprivation

Sensory deprivation is a phenomena of the technology age. It used to be reserved for swimming underwater, now it has a much deeper meaning. 

I Didn't See That

Interesting to become aware that we don't see what other's see in themselves. Could it be that it is just their imagination or is it that we are just not taking notice. 

Sated

The perfect way to start the day is refreshed and having an agenda that is either filled digitally or one that is occupied with plenty of people interaction. Today is that day when I hope to enjoy the satisfaction that my literary talents sate me with. 

Cutoffs

Once you put words to it, the meaning changes like long pants becoming a pair of cutoffs. 

Scribbling

In a way writing carries with it the properties of isolation even though it contains the elements of human interaction. 

The Life Ring

God throw me a life ring. I don’t have time for swimming lessons. 

Stormy Seas

In the stormiest sea, 100 feet below the surface, fish swim in the calmest of waters. 

Magnetic Anemia

Beneath the waves of destructive indifference, lies the seeds of real care and concern. Finding the balance between the protection that isolation affords, and the engagement of human interaction, lies the balance of what is truly magnetic and those relationships that induce anemia. 

Speculation

Speculation is the manufacture of data that does not exist. 

A Ghost

I'm thinking about becoming a ghost. I won't get picked up on radar and I won't need an extra blanket on cold nights

The Part In My Hair

Now that I have lost the part in my hair, I can separate other things in my life a lot more easily. 

Satori

When you get to the top of a climb there comes a time to breathe deep and gather in the air of satori.  I am gathering  the next illusion that keeps me from my delusions. 

Closed Eyes

Close your eyes until you can see with them open.  

The Transporter

The sense of smell is the strongest memory inducer we posess, and along with sight has transported me to my eyes as a child running up the spiral staircase to a railroad flat complete with sweeheart soap and cubed steaks.  

An Itch

She scratches me where I didn’t know I had an itch.  

Breaking Away

I just found out why the dark side of the moon wants to break away from the light side.... and it makes a lot of sense

My Naked Spirit

My thinking side has no clue of what might be ahead,  it often holds my spirits  head under water....I long to break this bond.... sometimes its tighter and sometimes I am free 

Time

Time will tell, but the Present is on stage now. So let’s pay attention. 

The Strings of God

I am just an instrument, and if I can allow God to play the strings the music is perfect.

If I could only see myself as my higher power does, the writing on my inner walls resembles my best dreams. 

The Monarchy of Man

The vagina has power that no man can understand nor calculate. 

Judgment

I resolved to stay out of judgment of anyone or anything.

The Innocents

If I am totally innocent I don't have to protest at all

Dissolving You

My spoon is thick and will quickly dissolve your resolve. 

Mastery and Perfection

Life is about mastery. I mean the approach without focusing determination solely  on perfection. 

The Blue Sky

It is not always apparent why but eventually the clouds bring rain or give way to the blue sky. 

Hyperbole

I am in the midst of major indecision in my life but the universal mind (at the risk of engaging in psycho babble) has plans for me that it has not divulged to me just yet. I love surprises but I don’t think it is surprises that are in store for my journey. I think that I will just have to wait, and know that it is the subtleties that move me forward not wishful thinking.  The hyperbole of my intuitive world can overrun the enthusiasm I get caught up in.  That is why I see things that are not there.  

Past and Present

When I fall behind in my writing I am quick to realize that I have nothing to say or I am too preoccupied with life on life’s terms to journal my experiential history past and present. The future is a mine field littered with explosive disappointment if I try to plot too carefully the direction I should take. I take the future as it comes,  when it becomes the present.  In this way I touch what needs to be touched and leave those situations out of reach to move closer when the need arises in them.  

The Elevator Doors

Most times I never seem to know what might arrive on the elevator’s descent. When the doors open I know that it’s not empty space I am greeted by. It is often not what I expect  but I am always surprised at what the universal mind gives me to tap out on this keyboard. 

Saturday Post

Of course most things are not black and white, the  problem is we add color to the wrong places.

If you are really to educate, don't be surprised if they are afraid to learn, courage doesn't just mean facing fear.

What is speculation? Believing a teaspoon of sugar will make the Dead Sea sweet.

A fresh approach may include heating up day old bread.

We need only demonstrate bravery to ourselves after that it will appear when needed.

"Look for the silver lining because somewhere the sun is shining" has brought me from under cloud cover on more than one occasion.

The Creative Mind

The creative process of the mind is 100 times as powerful as that same process imagining what I don't want  

My Dreams

When I dream I never get the facts straight. But it's not the facts my dream is trying to tell me. And in the middle of my dream I stop and try and make sense of it and I never can. Most times it's the subject of what's on my dream screen. Most often the things that I have failed to notice or pay attention to during the day version of my dreams is clamoring for my attention in my somnolent intervals.

These days I remind myself of what parts of my waking life I have to ride my horse, and I do still tend to procrastinate those events that I still can. The time clock in my head doesn't always display the right time but I fail to oversleep most mornings anyway.  

The Dark Side of the Moon

I just found out why the dark side of the moon wants to break away from the light side.... The dark side never gets to show its face at night even though it's much better looking.

Unlatched

When life moves me to the side of the bed and I feel like I am about to fall off, I know won't die from a two foot fall.

Obsession

Obsession occluded my sky and left my dreams under permanent cloud cover.