Friends Are Like That

Jump 4 Joy!

Good morning Beautiful People,

The following text is a gratitude poem. But because I’m temporarily inept in using this blog platform, alas, I had to convert it into paragraph form.

Dear Friends, how much I thank you!

You broke my fall into an abyss of despair. You added me to your holiday guest list,  and sent me fabulous people links and web links to boost my morale, to boost my knowledge, to boost my income.

Thank you Friends for confiding in me.

You trusted me to guard your worst fears and ‘hideous’ wants and secrets.  And thanks for safeguarding mine! We taught each other those things that we ourselves had not grasped. All that sincere sharing grew us, especially me, hopefully you too.

Thank you Friends for playing my playmate—

Did we not wake up our carefree, giggly, silly selves? So much fun had we, to be responsibly irresponsible & spontaneous! Being immune to disciplinary stares in public places, we modeled pure joy.

Thank you Friends who pretended to be strangers passing in a flash.

You reflected back to me what I needed to examine & keep me synchronized in integrity. Thank you for being a caretaker when the babyish me was bigger than the adult me…You provided a refuge so that i could lick my wounds from battling the invisible war in my head.

Thank you Friends for applauding my little successes.

You have been my first row fans & competent critics who pointed me to excellence. Without you, I would exist as vapor…unable to stand upright in the world.

Thank you Friends for your sunrise concert, your upbeat chatter & wing flapping…

Just before you dove faster than fighter jets from roofs to grab beaks-full of dry stalks or balls of green moss, weeds & loose gravel from my balcony garden; and peeled off dead slivers of bark to build the most exquisite weather-proof houses, meticulously arranging one piece at a time. What presence! What intelligence! What love! You show me how to design with finesse.

Thank you Friends for reminding me of “seed of potential.”

How wise you are to speak loudly & clearly without an audible voice! You bend with the tempest without breaking. You shed yourself bare & bow low in gratitude, reverence for life. Every time I look towards my balcony there you are—growing, forever elegantly, new leaves & limbs & bark with original color schemes to attract the perfect residents. You are allowing your own seed of potential to flourish to its fullest.

I thank you past & future, my ghost Friends, for making it plain how you do not exist.

Past is a pretty synonym of mental cemetery: A favorite, highly frequented spot where human beings indulge in exhuming the same old bones gone to dust, the material used to build a feared or longed for future. Because ‘you are not,’  I have returned to living fearlessly: I create right now & I experience the results right here in my consciousness!

Thank you critter Friends: especially the spider that weaved a web across my window that attracted strange teeny-weeny critters that left unsightly stains that compromised my view. So I sprayed vinegar water to chase it away.

The next morning, spider had constructed a new more elaborate web. This time I thoroughly cleaned my window of web & stains. But on day three, a new web just as beautiful had trapped several tiny critters frantically attempting to escape. What is your message Friend?

Never give up! Give total attention to your intention. If failures seem endless, do what you do better until your intention is manifested”.…Yes, Spider is me.

Thank you Friends–the light, air, earth & water that sustain this physical body; the mind that designs my whole life experience: this planet playground in which I have fun trying out my talents & gifts; examining results (what is, a finished product); contemplating cause & effect to expand my awareness & capacity to give more of the limitless reservoir of love intelligence that I am.

Thank you Friends. Thank you.

Flashes of Insight2

–There is no risk in truth.

–So much endless searching for your purposeful work, passion, gift to the world…procrastinating to avoid loving or giving. Why not start at your current level of understanding? What are you waiting for–for your gift to descend from a summit? But what is it? you ask. Your gift is sitting quietly in your daily choices. It is the subject of your outrageous daydreams that you dare not expose. It appears as your persistent preferences, pleasures and intuitive knowing and in your leisure moments. It is smack in the middle of your relationships. All.  It infiltrates each nuance of living because of its seamless presence in your experience. There is nothing to seek. Simply pay attention to your intuition edging you forward rather than vacillating between what you know and the imposition of puny opinions and judgment of spectators. What do they have to do with you? Nothing at all. Their projections are none of your business. Know that what you are running from is clinging to you. Why not give it a big hug and make it your lover?

–“It’s very immature to be afraid.” Wanda J. Pilot

–There is never anything to wait for…to happen or to do or to come to us. It is already done, already complete and is present, with us here now. Our job is to become acutely aware of it. In that moment, we will have initiated an easy accomplishment.

–We’ve been hearing since forever: “Outflow determines inflow.” But there’s more to outflow than working and scheming for monetary returns. Outflow starts with our thinking, desires, moment-to-moment choices, intentions, attitude, beliefs, feelings and words, which direct each single action or activity. At the same time, everything we’re experiencing today is inflow–the result of yesterday’s internal and external actions.

–Loneliness does not emerge from solitude or alienation. It is an effect of believing we are separate beings, on the outskirts of life. And the thought of joining the game of self-responsibility feels too threatening to attempt.

–I like knowing that no matter what happens, life is unfolding in Love order, in divine sequence.

–Fear and frustration arise when we attempt to control the flow of Life, which is impossible. If we persist, the resistance triggers a deterioration process of the mind, then the body. And no quantity of injections, pills, clever flesh carving or padding can prevent body rot. Let Life have its way and the mind plus body will jump for joy!

–The primary reason relationships dissolve into chaos is each party forgets that Love is always omnipresent. If Love is omnipresent then it must be all the power, all intelligence. All it takes is one person to remember this truth frequently. This I can witness: Love does heal all ills.

Is Life the activity of Love? Its outer reflection, manifestation? Is mind an amusing instrument of Life to create and pretend to play all the characters in its imaginary physical universe?

Flashes of Insight

Tandi quotes are updated weekly.

11 November 2010

  • Origin of serial debt: addiction to instant gratification; a lack of forethought before purchase; extreme need to gain approval or the envy of others; fear of  scarcity in a future; infantile behavior by making creditors, society & authority figures your surrogate parents, whom you try to please by making payments on time but borrow incessantly; & a victim’s strategy to avoid true intimacy by becoming a workaholic to pay debt.
  • We all have something worthwhile to give even if we are penniless & licking discarded bread crumbs off the sidewalks. What can that be? A sincere greeting, smile, a look without words that compliments the other, courtesy, saying thank you & meaning it, helping a terrified elder cross a busy street without a cross-walk, giving folks the benefit of a doubt, accepting & appreciating the immense diversity of ideas, personalities & creativity in the universe & discovering all sorts of goodies in our current situation, for examples.
  • You have to focus on the what (object of desire or intention) while being clear about the why, which lingers in the background as a silent reminder to transmute your commitment into dedication and dedication into devotion.
  • Hoarding & hiding what we have to give, which is a lot more than we think, is a mean miser who has a strong belief in scarcity.
  • Stinginess, like true generosity, reveals our history of loving.
  • I have never been able to identify with the words ‘retirement’ & ‘earn a good living.’ Retirement from expressing vitality & creativity in our participation in life denotes the last breath.  I don’t need to adopt the label “retired” in order to step forward into a new creative experience. As for earning, there’s the subtle question of personal worth attached to the amount of money and shiny stuff we have accumulated. But my devotion to the seed of potential I was born with, is the ‘earning’ that qualifies & quantifies my so-called good living, which includes vastly more than mere things.
  • I’ve noticed that when I concentrate on completing one activity at a time, time becomes my servant, pacing itself to meet my wishes.
  • Long ago I stopped comparing my experiences to those of others. I compare mine to what I really intend to experience. If there is a mismatch, I make the necessary corrections immediately.
  • Start Advancing (living fully) and Stop Aging (deteriorating) – longevity has nothing to do with aging. Aging (withering slowly) is a conspired suggestion cemented by commercial manipulation. Inevitable deterioration after reaching physical maturity, supposedly between 18 & 21 years of age, is a global belief reinforced by mass evidence: what you believe & imagine you will eventually experience, a self-fulfilled prophecy. But so what, that does not make it ‘true’ for everyone. And it isn’t for many of us. Thank goodness!
  • How to cultivate elegance & charm & maintain joie de vivre?
  • Indulge in & appreciate whatever the present moment looks like. Make it your Beloved lover, giving it your all. Let nothing wedge its way between you & Beloved. Your deep continuous happiness will radiate joy through your eyes and stance, put a sprint in your step & evoke the pure love of an unpolluted child.

  • We are constantly living out self-fulfilled prophecies.

  • Being fearful and suspicious of others comes from feelings of  unworthiness and fear of abandonment.

Trees outside my window woke me up clapping in roaring unison as the morning rays licked each leaf with the most tender loving appreciation.

I’m so happy I can hardly speak. I’m overtaken by spontaneous grinning.

Thank you so much for your positive emails regarding previous posts. But can you  share your ideas & comments below so that others can benefit, get encouragement? I really want to hear from you! And I will respond. Thank you!

Life is fun!


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