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Goals

What is my goal? I mean, I have different ones every day. In this writing challenge, my goal is to write for the prescribed minutes per day. But why? My brain is not built of a clock and neither are my fingers. Is there something to be gained by following a challenge? To be sure, there is. The satisfaction of saying that I completed it is a significant one for me; or, it used to be. At this point, I would rather live peacefully and do what does teach me something or help me progress in some way. To be able to do that though, to be taught, or to observe progress, do I need to have a goal? Is an abstract idea like “be good to myself” a goal? If so, then on some days that goal will be filled by writing and on some days, it will be filled by resting and reading. We always have multiple goals. I have been lucky to be close to several athletes and to see their goals change as they reach new heights in their careers. Having a goal defined does allow you to see where you are going and t

Communication

How we choose to communicate, with pen, computer, voice, thoughts, actions or otherwise has a very different outcome on not only the message communicated but on ourselves. I love to engage in audio recordings of my self thoughts at this point. I get to say a lot and figure out just as much as I used to with writing journals. The end process of having catalogued and understood my thoughts is the same but the vehicle is different. There are so many teachers who offer different practices and encouragements to write, but it doesn't necessarily give any different outcome than another method of understanding your own thoughts. I started this by saying that the different methods of communication did something different from one another and now I am not sure that is true. Currently as I type, I am reminded of automatic writing. I used to love doing that. I imagine that I could do a similar thing with voice. I am curious if one could use something like yoga or other movements as a me

Professional Help

Every once in a while, I have a question that I want answered or a skill that I want to learn. I will explore the options for who can teach me this and attend a class or search for a teacher. I have not found either of these things to be massively successful. The idiom that “when the student is ready, the teacher will appear” is very true and in my life, teachers show up when I am ready, not when I look for them. For a while I have gone to metaphysical fairs because I have something that I want taught to me and I have a concept in my head that such knowledge will be passed to me by a teacher. A person who desires to teach and has put themselves into a position that I might find them. This is quite possibly a false concept. It is certainly a method towards finding a guide. It even is the way that I found a guide a few years ago. Most of the teachers in my life though, I found them accidentally. I was ready to be taught, but these people didn't wear teacher hats or have business

Time in a Bottle

Time in a Bottle. Time and place have always been a really hard thing for me to understand. I can remember being a very young child and having a connection to spirit that the adults around me were shocked by. They, being evangelical Christians, saw me as touched by their god. I know now that all gods are the same, that it was a universal consciousness which they saw and that I did, and do still, connect with. Even as that very young child though, it was hard for me to understand how time worked because I was able to see things in both moments future and those past. I have always been able to see time, and place, as a web instead of a line. For this reason time travel was vastly intriguing to me. I read a great deal of books and read and listened to many theories about how possible time travel could be or mechanisms in which it could occur. I guess I was looking to connect with someone else who understood time the way that I did since everyone who I tried to explain this to just got m

15-5 Writing Challenge

I have a friend who recently gave me this challenge. To write for 15 minutes, edit for 5 and then to post whatever was written. That is what I am posting here. I will be desperately honest and that means I will swear and may mention unseemly things like sex and heartbreak. I love that you are here.