Author: eclectic haze

being a teacher is about inspiring someone to take the information you give them and let them run with it… let them fly to places you never thought of… let them be better then you… it isn’t about petty backstabbing and smashing the hopes of someone who doesn’t think like you… have recently learned of a teacher who does just that, no matter the talent standing in front of her cringing at the hurtful words. that isn’t teaching, that is someone in a position of authority abusing their power. how can you demonstrate and talk about the abuses of power in the government, the state, the country, the right and left, any and all when you are continuing that same abuse in your own life? its wrong… it always has been…

you are entitled to an opinion,  you are not entitled to use said opinion to hurt someone. .. do unto others as you would have them do unto you and judge not lest you be judged… words to live by…

have you ever wondered why we work so hard to get nowhere? do you spend your weekdays constantly moving, creating, thinking and the weekends trying to be someone you’re not? yeah me too… and I am very tired… so I have decided to be just a bit selfish, to stop and think before I say yes and to not take anything personal.  I know… sounds like the four agreements…

depression is an interesting animal… it demands that you crawl in a hole in order to be at peace… yet the very act of following this demand, creates isolation that deepens the depression… mine wears a scowly face (and glasses) and every once in awhile I mentally tickle it under the chin so it will giggle… which puts me in a good mood… which then makes the depression cranky and the fight is on… so then the 5 stages…. isolation, anger, bargaining, back to depression and then acceptance… and this can all be done in a night or two so that you can enjoy the rest of the week… the trick is to acknowledge it  without giving it power… to coldly and clinically walk it, and you, through the 5 stages… only then can you “de-isolate” (new word) and get on with smiling and giggling and enjoying life as it is…    namaste

woke up this morning with the words and melody of a song running through my head… trouble was it wasn’t something I recognized… so after going through it a couple times it turns out that I created it… so now I am trying to remember all the words so I can sing them out loud. I need to keep a notebook by my bed… this has been happening a lot lately… songs, poems, stories and all of it like I am there… does this mean I am crazy? hearing voices? thank goodness it only happens at night… well, and in the shower too… but that’s it!

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woke up from a dream this morning with the solid feeling that it was the real deal… ever have one of those?

i was looking at a cheaper place to live… business has been scary slow so that’s where that came from… it was a two story building with two small apartments in it. i was looking at the upper one when the person i was looking at it with said there would be no way they could live in that small of a space with me… that i was too large… body? head? ego? who knows… anyway, on the ground floor there was a very large common area with a couple tables with chairs and a couch or two and a tv with a computer hooked up to it. there were a bunch of kids sitting around, for what ever reason i knew them to be seniors. the guys had arranged chairs into a sort of large half circle, there were 6 of them, and a couple girls sitting at a table had papers they were filling out.  i just looked at them, they all looked up and said “what?” asked what they were doing and they responded “same as always, nothing”. “start creating something then” i said,” watch tap dogs and stomp”… then i woke up… knowing this was the start of an amazing rhythm group… that they were called “primal alliance” (the name of a band i was in as a teen) and that they’re first album was called “iced-primal rhythm of the streets”. this group was not made up of artists, bitchy devas or bad boys looking to score something. it was a group of people who connected on a primal level to create the universal rhythms we all dance to… with nothing more then what was on hand… chairs, tables, trash buckets, junk… and it was an amazing sound that even now stays in my head.

am i going to “create” this? no… but i think someone should

this goes out to all the caregivers for the elderly… if you treat your clients like they are 6 and deaf and stupid they will of course, respond by being angry, confrontational and moody… why? because you have disrespected them. think about it… treat them like you would like to be treated. quit yelling at them, talking loud and slow, and being rude. pray that when they pass on they don’t come back in the body of your caregiver!

well actually 11 but christmas eve is when it all starts. this year is happier than previous years… yes, business has been slower, money is tight… but it has simplified things and that eases my stress. so happy stress free holidays to one and all… may your christmas not be about getting and giving the best and most expensive but about getting and giving love and peace and joy… smooches and hugs