Pacing Myself

In the day to day world where I must make each step with a goal in mind, multi-tasking becomes a way of life, where many things are begin in each moment. By doing several things at once, there is new life given to ideas that have a chance to come to fruition beyond just daydreaming about them. I have spoken about a local dream for my own community where I live, that is gradually taking shape. The infrastructure is in place, and after one month of new management, looks like we have what it takes to make a go of things in our local community and area. The focus is back on us as individuals for homework, and immediate development, over thinking in global terms. Back to the village, and local tribe type situation is called for, as the global system shows more and more, the cracks that will be its demise.

To that end, our community technology centre (CTC) has a Local Energy Trading System (LETS) that has been going for a dozen years, and is seeking to get a new lease on life as trading based on money begins to look sick in this credit crunch time. The CTC is also functioning as a local cottage industry incubator, that is not focussed on any big dreams of making anyone into a millionaire, but functioning more in the way of putting peoples gifts and talents on display in a business kind of way, for trading in whatever way they choose. While things for the greedy are beginning to look grim, to those on the ground focussed on where the rubber meets the ground, it still has health for the visions being applied towards health on many levels, both individually, the earth, and the future.

While it is true that our virtual world is very real, it is also true that it sometimes is not very grounded in the reality of present moments in a functioning world. However, having said that, it must also be remarked that this virtual world does indeed train us up to begin to visualize and create visions and dreams that have long been forgotten in the modern world. We have gotten used to others doing things for us, to the detriment of learning to do things for ourselves, so that there are many around who are quite target marketed, but not many who are good wearing any and every hat that has come their way. That seems to be in a lost few, due to the target marketing of our day and age, where each person has sought to find their way. Wearing different hats is something that a virtual world allows us to try on for size, and where our strengths, gifts, and ideas like to go. The net in this regard, is a godsend, as it is awakening people faster than anything the past has offered, due to lack of real contact with others on a similar path. Those problems are now gone, and our world is one where time is already diverging into a Multi-verse of visions and actions.

That is no different to what we find each day in say, my world of the CTC, with a visitor beside me while I write this, who is writing his email in Japanese, while in our other room, developmental ideas continue to progress. Much happens that makes the world go round in our moments, and how well we can multi-task, determines how well any dream begins to come true. They all can come true, first in our minds, then in the real world, through a step by step process everyone has to go through. If done with love, it is still a great place to do our homework in our lives, and a great place to have fun, smell some roses along the way, and aid others in the processs of living!

We do make that difference, if done in love............

~Spiritwind~

Repeating the warm memories

Childhood produced an adventure a day, with enough repetition to make putting it all together, more or less a continual game that continued into adulthood. Facing constant change lessened anxiety and fear for what the morrow brought, and instead, a colourful daydreaming emerged that even teachers sometimes had trouble breaking me out of. There was enough difference in the adventures however, to always keep life interesting, and what became to rote and boring, simply was avoided and not played with for very long at all. A certain arrogance emerged from such a setting, for I thought that I need not put up with anything much that I did not wish to feed into, and was my way of avoidance for what life was bringing to my door.

Instead, life had to give my lessons on the run, over learning them from the same environment or bunch of people seen day after day. The only ones I saw a lot of, was my own family, which was tenuous at the best of times due to the different stresses on our family that was present, to the ones growing up in one location all of the time. By age seventeen, I had left home, as had my older brother, and my younger brother followed a year later when he had just turned fifteen. If there was any return for any of us, it was only for a short term beyond this, though mum and dad always tried to make us feel at home, no matter where in the world they chose to move to and live. Dad had begun his nomadic life early, for he had emigrated to Australia when just four, and it took him till his young man years before he made it back to England working on a cargo ship, to get back to close to where he was living as a child.

After his voice training and time spent with the RAF, he somehow acquired the desire to travel on the back of his dynamic operatic tenor voice. I never paid that much attention when young, to when dad was in his prime for his voice, and when I was twelve years old, he had already moved beyond those prime years, when I began to accompany him for a decade. We were a good team, and I loved to just sit and play new songs all of the time, picking the ones I knew he would like, and getting accolades if indeed he did choose the ones I liked. Over time, however, I gained my own appreciation for my own kinds of sounds that were different to what dad sang, and more suited to the instruments I was playing at the time. I spent years on the piano, then over many years, got to experience most of the electric organs that the different churches were buying. Growing with technology was challenging, though I did manage to keep up with the latest and best of the electronic organs of my day. I loved to play them to their limits, and if it made the whole place shake, then the better I liked it. I liked lots of bass, and liked to have every finger of my hands playing a note, multiplied through the organ, made for grand listening and playing.

Between dad and I, we had a library full of music, though as I began to move more myself, as I reached my own adult years, I began to note that it became too hard to cart all of the things around with me, that I grew up with, and gradually, I allowed this to change, losing much along the way, and whole wall full of books. What used to take a big truck to move me, I paired back to just my two trusty suitcases, and as I have aged further, have seen the advantage of travelling and living just from a backpack. Now that I have traced a full circle to almost where I started, I realize that the ideal for a nomad, was either the swaggy I got to know when in my childhood, or the aborigines who literally can walk away from it all. I too, have reached the point where no materialism can hold me, or keep my over a barrel. No money, thing, or control is allowed unless I wish it. Wouldn’t a magical creature want it this way?

~Spiritwind~