community makes me face myself every single day, and if I see someone suffering, then I know I need to go comfort myself; if I see someone in need, then I know I must go give to myself; if I see someone lost, then I know I need to go find myself; at the same time, if I see someone happy, I need to celebrate myself; if I see someone laughing, I need to clasp myself in joy; if I see someone lifted into the Spirit of One that we all are, I need only smile and wait for that means, I am next.

Who am I kidding? I can't answer this question. It is like asking the turtle to describe its shell: it is where I live -- it is how I live -- without it I would die . . .

Ownership of choice.

Wow. I have to go with Harmony on this one. Pick a mirror, any mirror, take a look . . . there's the most caring person I know

when I've released my need to have a specific outcome to anything; if I live with my intent to always bring my true eternal presence to life in each and every moment, then I am always creating, being, allowing, attracting, becoming everything I need to be and there is nothing that I cannot handle . . . look how well I've done so far!

(pssst . . . the same is true for you, too . . . just look at everything you have done so well . . . there is nothing you haven't handled)

the realization that time does not exist . . . this morning, I heard someone on the radio talk about time moving forward in a linear fashion and I felt myself stand for one moment absolutely still. It occurred to me that we are "outcomes oriented" creatures -- we seek goals; some even seek the end of time, but there can never be an end of time for it does not exist; we are creatures of constant motion because we are children of a universe that is always moving, always expanding and it is as timeless as we are.

I challenge and question EVERYTHING (it makes me very unpopular with people who want and desperately need to maintain the status quo, not that I mind the status quo and stability . . . after all, a stable and reliable source of food, water, shelter, love and all that is required for me to be out there challenging and questioning like I do) but it is my favorite role to play: challenging the way things are, the ways things are done, the way we think about life, that "right" is really "right" or that there really is a "wrong" and I even challenge that reality is what we think we see. Now, what, you may ask, does that have anything to do with the vacuum cleaner in the picture associated with this blog entry. Well, read a few days ago and note that I have been challenged to a race across the moon by a few of my fellow travellers tonight . . . and this is my weapon of choice . . .

A Museum of Meditations. I would like to be the curator, and I would need a constant supply of donators, and people could come in, create their meditations, leave them in song, lyrics, melodies, art, word, thought, drama, write, or some ethereal form of vision I have yet to create, and the visitors could come in, join the meditation, become the meditation, or just observe it; and, if it were really special to them, I would let them take the meditation with them, because there is an endless supply, each unique, each so very special, each a journey that will take anyone exactly where he or she needs to go.

somewhere along the creative process, I inherited something called "vision" or the ability to see my circumstances along with the wisdom of what I could change and what I could not change . . . should I have held out for more?

breezy with a chance of lollipops . . .