Sensing a Great Disturbance in The Force

I'm sensing a great disturbance in the force. So,

To Whom It May Concern:

Be gentle with yourself. You're all you have. If you stumble, that's okay, I promise. Just get back up and keep trying.

You are not alone. Please remember that many, many, many awesome people have walked a similar path and would be honored to help you on yours.

Whenever you are open and willing to learn, your teacher/s will appear. Please reach out. And if you're afraid to, do it anyway. That's when it can be most beneficial. (I still struggle with this one, just so you know. :P)

Nothing worth doing is easy. It doesn't get easier, you just get stronger.

I have found that writing a gratitude list just before bed has been one of many things that helps me. I've found that instead of obsessing, reliving unsavory moments, worrying... I focus on what I've written and come up with more to add to it. Everything begets everything, and certainly gratitude begets gratitude.

I've come to believe that Gratitude at any moment can transform everything.

When I remember to start from where I am with what I have, things tend to fall into place.

It'll be okay. Never give up. I love you.

Jfo

What happens next?

 

 

 

 

I dreamed I was a telepathic teenage unicorn with five hearts, each of which contained a different mode of intelligence. One gave me the wisdom of a crow, another the consciousness of a human, and the others the smarts of a turtle, wolf, and dolphin. (My brain was the location of my unicorn thoughts.)

I found myself in the High Desert of Yellow Tulips, a place whose name didn't match its qualities. It was really like an ocean, since it was crammed with millions of unnaturally sturdy flowers whose waves and currents carried me along.

Two companions were with me—my lesbian twin, an untameable dreadlocked zebra named Flux Luster, and our best friend, Outrider, a petite crocodile doctor with the most elegant hands and arms in the Dreamtime.

As we rode along on the top of the tulip waves, we sang a song. The chorus was "We believe in nothing so we can accept everything."

Once we passed a buoy with a sign that said, "Beware of Insane Joke-Telling Kittens."

We weren't scared in the least, since we had packets of wizard pollen that we knew we could throw on the kittens and thereby make them sane.

Finally we came ashore on an island where a mad scientist in a purple frock coat and orange pants was gazing straight up as he clutched three test tubes full of bubbling green liquids. He was exasperated, and seemed to be arguing with an unseen presence above. The words he kept repeating sounded like, "You said the spray from the waterfall would be the last ingredient!"

Then a giant hand reached down from the sky. "That's God," said Flux Luster matter-of-factly, and I believed her. The fingernails on the divine hand were painted cherry red and there was a blue band-aid partially covering a booboo on her wrist. God was apparently delivering a gift. She set it down on the beach just a few feet away from us.

Was it for us or for the mad scientist? It was a miniature pink Ferris wheel with six yellow canaries riding in the cars.

To be continued ... by you. Keep dreaming the tale onward: What happens next?

{from Rob Brezsny}

How much do I love asking questions?

It seems to me that we generally underestimate questions. Many of us believe that for there to be a question, there must be an answer. I mean, that's how the equation goes, isn't it? But what if posing a question isn't about getting an answer? (Though that can be pretty satisfying.) How much mind-blowing can be induced when you do away with answers entirely and revel in the space that questions create?

Question rampages will soon be my specialty. They might be already.

My friend and one of my most favorite people ever, Jason, got me going on this during a bodywork session. Pose a question, consider options, allow whatever rises to rise, whether or not it's an answer. Live in the space. Let it hang. Breathe it in and swim in curiosity. Let a question lead to another. Let there be no "figuring it out" or "coming to a conclusion".

I find it's a very powerful exercise for me. It doesn't end when anything is answered. It "ends" when it feels like it's "ended". (by this I mean, usually when I do it, I'm writing. I have to physically stop at some point) It could be a particular word that has stopped me, or a turn of phrase. It could be a super-heavy realization I like to let linger, finish off my day with, or start my day with, or let the moment infinitize itself (I also like to invent words) with.

Recently, on Twitter:

• How different would life be if I constantly asked questions? How long could I keep that up? Wasn't it a game on "Whose Line Is It Anyway?"?
• Can there be satisfaction in not having an answer? Why do I require an answer? Why do I need to be satisfied?
• What's courage?
• How deep does it go? Which path do I take? Where will this take me? Have I arrived? Can I stop now?
• Are others curious about their own psyche? How do they go about exploring it? At what point do they stop & climb out? How fearless are they?
• What does fear have to do with it? When does it get good? Is there healing involved? What's the result? Where's the growth?
• What can patience teach me right now? What can I allow in?
• What can I let go?
• How important is order? How does it feel to be wrong? How does it feel to win? How important are feelings? How important is importance?

How important is importance?

I'm asking. You, maybe. How important is importance?

Will it hover? Will you paw for conclusions like many of us do? Will it open the door for other considerations and questions?

So maybe, hopefully, you like this question-asking business.

 

It's magical. It ~opens doors in the mind. It somehow gets you to some deeply spiritual place. It gets you in touch with the infinite, with source, with you. This might not be a fact.

SLOTH HEAVEN!

My icon needs to be a sloth, or a baby sloth, or many sloths, or many baby sloths.

First, googling "baby sloth"  is a huge mistake/bestthingever.

I mean... THERE'S A SLOTHVILLE??? Population, me please! herp derp.