Hotel Hopping

September 28, 2007



Suddenly I got a wild idea. Since I can’t go home right away, I will act like I really am on vacation. I decided to hotel hop. Thus far, I have stayed in three hotels and counting.

Each of them have a different feel; the lobby, rooms, staff, restaurants, swimming pool, business center, even thread count on the sheets. In doing my unofficial hotel research, I will assign a country location in my imagination and let the experience enlighten me.

For instance if I choose France, I will eat something from that country to make me feel like I am in the actual country. For me France conjures up french bread, pastries, etc. If I were in Brussels, I would eat a Belgian waffle. Italy would conjure up pasta, pizza, etc.

A little imagination goes a long way. I will see how many countries I can visit in three days. I may even go around the world in 24 hours. I’ll send you a post card.

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Stop, Breathe, Begin Again

September 27, 2007


It looks like I will have to stay at the hotel until next week. The guys doing the repairs won’t be finished until then. Why am I not surprised? After all, workers usually finish when they say right?

Apart from the minor disruption, I’ll just tread water until I can return to my abode. You meet some interesting people in hotels coming and going, at different stages of their lives. It’s an intermediary step.

Hotels are rest points in between change.

People bring baggage from their lives and pack them into small rooms usually no bigger that 400 square feet, condensing their whereabouts and expanding their experiences.

The rooms are so impersonal, yet they carry many secrets from past visitors. If these walls could talk they would have some stories to tell. I think in theory hotels sound like fun, but in practice it’s more like you’re spinning in the air, waiting to land on the next stop.

I don’t feel productive enough sitting at the pool watching swimmers dive and splash water on my laptop, or ordering room service while lounging around the TV wondering who else has been in the same bed? It’s just not me.

I like to work first, rest later. That way, I get more done and have more fun knowing I have gotten things done.


But things happen for a reason and hotels exist for many of those reasons in between reasons. It can be a refuge to regroup or it can be a place for best kept secrets behind closed doors.

For now, I will let it serve its purpose and prepare for the lessons ahead. When the universe is preparing the meal, all we have to do is eat.


I have found some interesting facts about hotels to keep me busy. Maybe you will find them interesting too?


  • During the World War II years, women with black eyes were all the rage at the Hotel del Coronado in Coronado, Calif. The Del was the Hollywood hangout for actresses recovering from facelifts.
  • President Bill Clinton stayed at The Driskill in Austin, Texas, in May 1999. The hotel was in the midst of a renovation and had just restored the lobby -- including a custom-made marble floor. The Secret Service requested that the presidential limo be pulled through the main doors and into the lobby. The hotel declined fearing damage to the marble floor but offered to tent the main entry portico.
  • Stephen King is said to have found inspiration for The Shining from The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colo.
  • Concord's Colonial Inn in Concord, Mass., was the residence of author Henry David Thoreau.
  • The Hotel Monaco in Washington, D.C., is housed in the original General Post Office Building and was the site of the first telegraph transmission and where the concepts of zip codes, home delivery and the Pony Express were conceived.
  • The Fairmount in San Antonio entered in the "Guinness World Records" book in 1985 when the 3.2 million pound hotel was moved intact to its current location.
  • When the Renaissance Mayflower Hotel in Washington, D.C., opened in 1925, it was one of the country's largest hotels with 1,000 guest rooms. At its opening, The Mayflower contained more gold leaf in its trimmings and decorations than any building in the country except for the Library of Congress.
  • The exterior of The Henley Park Hotel in Washington, D.C., has more than 120 gargoyles. Two of the gargoyles have the faces of the hotel's architect and his wife.
  • Known today as the Ashland Springs Hotel in Ashland, Ore., the nine-story hotel was the tallest building between Portland and San Francisco when it was built in 1925.
  • The Mission Inn in Riverside, Calif., was built between 1876 and 1931 by voracious collector Frank A. Miller. Following numerous tours abroad, Miller incorporated his extensive acquisitions into the inn's decor and its structure. Over 6,000 pieces, valued at more than $5 million, are featured throughout the hotel. One of the hotel's masterpieces is the St. Francis of Assisi Chapel, which houses the magnificent 17th century, 10-karat gold-leaf Rayas Alter. Enhanced with Tiffany-designed stained glass windows and ornately carved woodwork, the chapel is a favorite spot for weddings.

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When It Rains It Floods

September 25, 2007


Ahhh, the rain. It brings life, growth, rebirth, not to mention slick roads, fallen trees and flooding.

We don’t get much rain here in Southern California, in fact it has been about 100 days since the last downpour sent everybody here into a tizzy.

The surfers and the mailmen/women are the only ones who are not deterred by the rain. The surfers do it to ride the perfect wave and release the stars, the postal employees do it because it’s their job.

I am with the surfers, I think the rain brings the stars closer to us in the perfect moment of bliss.

However, the rain had other ideas and decided to flood my new house. The construction company didn’t install the right weather seal on the door and now I live in a swimming pool.

Aside from the fact that I don’t swim, I have to vacate the premises. I have been forced to take a sort of vacation at a hotel off of the beach.

I know, things could be worse. The unfortunate thing is that my blogging may be temporarily effected.

I haven’t deserted you, I just have to move to higher ground while those wonderfully competent workers repair the flood damage.

Maybe I will seek out the internet in the hotel or maybe I will order room service, lounge around the pool and do nothing, which is hard for me.


We are always placed in positions that cause us to sink of swim. If we keep moving, we will get to the center of earth -- the center of our being and that’s why we exist.

In any case, I will be back to blogging as soon as I possibly can. As one of the hotel reservationists said as I hung up the phone,


"It always gets dark
before it gets
miraculous."



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Stand To Sit

September 23, 2007


We often hear about how we should fight for our rights, fight for what we believe in, fight for our opinions, ideals, love.

People often say that if we remain resolute we will win.
That’s not always the case.

While it is great to have strength, there is also a time to surrender.

Surrendering doesn’t mean you are giving up, it means that you’ve done all that you can and you are letting a higher authority take over.

The main focus becomes seeing how your higher self fights for you.

The reason we fight is to learn to stand up. The reason we surrender to learn to sit down.

So in essence, life is a series of standing and sitting like in a church revival. We get the workout our soul bodies need without paying a ransom to a gym and the benefits last longer.

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The Story Of Chaos

September 21, 2007

At bedtime we listen. We listen to the silence as our Soul is fed to the night. We dream, we become stars, we circulate in the ethers like particles of dust.

We don’t have any pretense, no lies, no judgments, no hidden agendas, no worries, no make up covering our faces and scars from the past, no words covering our wounds.

There is no boss looking over our shoulder telling us to do it over, while piling more work on our shoulders. We just are who we are - - pure beings before God without fancy dressings of clothing, degrees or superficial earthly knowledge.


We are in a complete state of surrender. Nothing comes between the connection of us and our inner master and nothing can sever the ties between us and our inner selves. It’s peaceful in as much as nothing can disturb the balance or relationship.

Yet, when we wake up we head back to chaos. An alarm wakes us, shaking our equanimity. We quickly throw on our dress rags, rehearse our lines, arm ourselves with malevolence,
showcase our emotions and resume our roles as actors in the play of discord.

We love our roles in chaos. We play them well. It feels good to be a part of something big. We get to be right all the time. We win arguments by intimidation, our ego feasts on putting others down and serving our lust for power. But chaos is a bad role model.

It consumes us. It burns our bridges, destroying everything we hold dear. It becomes bigger than us. It grinds us down to nothing, tosses our remains aside and salivates over our ashes. It’s no good.

Living a life of chaos is not what we are here for. Chaos is a tsunami, a destructive energy that harms everything in its path. When we go through the same scenes over and over and still can’t get them right, then we have to change scenes.

Chaos doesn’t like change and it will fight tooth and nail all they way, but you have to overcome its grips by overcoming your ego, your will and your desire to be right. You can’t be right all the time and you can’t be wrong all the time. Surrendering balances the scales and spit shines your purpose.

Ask yourself why are you here? Are you here for chaos, or for something more?


Don’t wait until bedtime to surrender. Don’t wait to become a star circulating into the ethers. Uncover your star now, show it off, wear it proudly.

Be free of hate, negativity, wrath, hurt, everything unsettled in your heart. Don't let chaos win. It is not bigger than you. Chaos is big, but God is bigger. Just say no to chaos. Live and let live and put chaos out of its misery. Live in love. Live in peace.

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Feel The Love

September 19, 2007


Has anyone told you that you are loved today? Has anyone showed they care? Have you felt the vibration that the universe is sending out?

Well if you haven’t, I want you to take a moment and look at this marvelous film created by Kate Nowak, the same creator of the You Have Been Blessed Movie.


It’s a heartfelt postcard that goes to the center of your being and uplifts your Soul. We all need upliftment from time to time and it’s nice knowing someone cares about us. We spend most of our lives contracting stress and not enough time alleviating it.


On another note, I have been awarded the Totally Fabulous Award by Max (thanks Max) who has a terrific blog, elegantly written in Portuguese and English and will surely make you put on your thinking cap by cranking up your philosophical grey matter.

The rule is that I am supposed to pass it on to five other bloggers who are also fabulous and link back to the creators of the award, Christy and Ann.

The truth is that we are all fabulous. Even though we may not feel like it, chances are that we have done something fabulous for someone in our lives and maybe even a stranger.

Though we don’t do it to get rewards, it is still nice to be acknowledged.
By doing good deeds, we are fabulous. By having good character, we are fabulous. By being selfless, we are fabulous. By being virtuous, we are fabulous. By giving love, we are fabulous.

The list goes on. We are all fabulous and I want you to know that you do make a difference in the world. Stay fabulous.

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Program Happiness

September 17, 2007


My friend Josh is bad with directions. He’s gets lost going a couple of blocks and perhaps the only man I know who can get lost on a roundabout. (traffic circle)

His mind is a well oiled machine; industrious, calculating, brilliant. He is always pumping information into his head, thinking, rethinking, deducing theories and creating theories, yet he can’t comprehend North, South, East, or West, it’s too confusing for him.


He has to write down directions for everything, even back to his own house. He decided that enough was enough and that he would get a hand-held GPS. (Global Positioning System) He chose the hand-held type so he could use it when driving any car or walking. (Good move)

I wanted to see how old Joshie was handling his new toy, so we took a local trip to do some errands. He programed the address and a woman’s voice spoke. It was a sweet British voice that sounded real and not like a robot. I don’t know why some Americans automatically assume that just because it is a British voice, it is intelligent.

Some companies will only hire British receptionists to make their company sound legitimate. In their minds, marketing at it’s finest no doubt.

As we headed for our first stop, Josh was distracted by my engagingly profound conversation on why O.J. Simpson and Britney Spears should elope just to get them out of the media spotlight. After all, he’s into blondes and her career is already dead, it seemed to be the perfect combination. Maybe they could even do a duet together and ride off into the sunset.

In the midst of that riveting conversation, Josh missed his turn. The GPS woman was not happy. She gave him an alternate route, but this time her voice was a little sterner. We both thought it was our imagination that her voice became more authoritative and louder.

It was like a real person’s reaction or what men call, “The nagging wife syndrome.”


As we continued, Josh was again distracted by another driver who cut him off and he missed his turn - - again. His first inclination was to follow the driver, but I quickly reminded him that it behooved him to drive like a saint.

Well, the GPS lady wasn't having it. She was more than stern this time, she was angry. Hell hath no fury like a GPS woman scorned. She said,

"You missed your turn again. Turn back, turn back now. Reprogram. reprogram now #&^@%#!”


We both looked at each other in disbelief and just cracked up laughing. Whoever programed this must have known that drivers who get lost are often distracted. Granted, we did wind up miles away from our destination.

This episode is a indication that we can program our own road to awareness. How many times do we find ourselves in a situation rife with negativity? Just because negativity is programed, we don’t have to listen to it. Turn it off and tune it out.

We can program happiness, well being, imagination, wonder, inner peace, anything into our consciousness. We have the power and we can harness that power in our daily lives.

Whatever we program is what we are and whatever we are is what we have programed.

We can chart our course to where we want to go. The road is in front of us if we have the drive.

Later that day, Josh returned the scarlet GPS woman to the store. He said if he wanted to be scolded while he drove, he would drive with his wife.

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Earthquakes

September 16, 2007


"Embrace the
earthquakes
in your life.
If you don't move
with the
earth,
you'll fall into
the cracks."

~Alexys Fairfield

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CinemaScope

September 14, 2007


I can see a lot from my window. My eyes are a tattletale to my surroundings. I live off of a fairly busy road. Last week they were shooting a film. Two motorcycle cops. One rides in front of the film crew, the other rides behind to stop and/or reroute traffic.

The film crew is riding on a camera truck, (a vehicle with the cameras mounted on what looks like a modified tow truck.) They are followed by a flatbed vehicle with a mounted car on top of it and another camera mounted on the side.

Actors are in that car. The male actor behind the wheel is pretending to drive, while the female passenger looks straight ahead.
They do this same scene six or seven times. It’s like watching a parade.

The cars that pass this contraption are rubbernecking the whole time.
They are always filming something in L.A.

On any given day, you can see several productions just by going about your business. Sometimes it’s interesting seeing how many takes they do to get one shot. But if you watch the process from the beginning, it becomes quite tedious. I’ve been on enough film sets to attest to this.

It’s funny because when you see a film where someone is driving, they’re not really driving, they’re in a car that is mounted on a trailer. If it is a car chase scene, the director will do some close-ups of the actors, then cut away to the vehicle being driven by a stuntman. It’s all the world of make believe.

My perspective gave me overhead view of it all. I saw how the film crew and actors were positioned to make and end result palpable. It’s sort of like life.

We are in a position to make our lives better. When we are in conflict and we can’t see our way out, we can widen our view by seeing it through the other person’s eyes. By doing so we rise above it and look at it through a different lens.


When our view is narrow, we have tunnel vision and we don’t see the light around us. Our views may conflict with our will or purpose until we widen them and see the whole picture in CinemaScope.


CinemaScope was a wide screen movie format used from 1953 to 1967 where anamorphic lenses allowed the process to project film twice as wide as the conventional format.


No matter how hard we try to convince someone that we are right, only one thing rings true, - - even if people are looking at the same thing, they see things differently.

We each experience our own perspective through our lens. Until we widen our view, we won’t see everything life has to offer. The colors, the nuances, the close-up of the very details that make us who we are. Expand your view and see what you've been missing.

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Falling Down Drunk

September 12, 2007


I don’t smoke or drink alcohol. I never have and I never will. Some people seem to have a problem with it. They don’t know how to handle it. It makes them really nervous. They think something has got to be wrong with me.

Okay so I’m not into slurring my words, poisoning my liver, clouding my vision, increasing my chances for cancer, arthritis, heart disease, kidney disease, impairing my balance and memory, being depressed, decreasing my motor coordination, reaction time and intellectual performance.

I don’t have a problem with anyone drinking or smoking, unless a smoker blows the smoke in my face or an intoxicated drinker almost falls into my lap. Let me backup.

I was sitting on a park bench yesterday in one of the 23 parks we have on the premises here when I heard a clamor in the bushes. A red faced man with white hair emerges from the bush.

He stumbles away from the bush and falls flat on his back. He stays there for a few seconds, gets up and climbs onto a two foot cement platform surrounding the park and falls onto the grass.


He gets up again and starts heading towards me. I smell alcohol immediately, it has sort of a raw beef smell. He stumbles closer to me and it looks like he’s going to fall on top of me, but miraculously he keeps straight and falls onto the next bench.

He springs up and continues his legless journey home. By the time he finds his way home, he’s going to be black and blue and red all over.


This wasn’t the first time he did this. I have seen him do this on four other occasions. There is a restaurant on the premises where he probably goes to tank up. If I remember correctly, I think he works for accounting for the property management company here.


Somehow, you don’t want to imagine that your doctor, lawyer, or accountant is pulling an all-nighter at the local bar. After all, lawyers are meant to pass the bar, not go inside. (wink) Even the hanging judge in Malibu (the one who convicts drunk drivers) was caught on more than a few occasions drinking and driving.


I know alcohol is part of our culture, but I don’t get the whole ritual of getting drunk, falling down, throwing up, having sex with strangers -- the whole thing. Where’s the joy in it?


Alcohol has quite a history. The word "toast," meaning a wish of good health, started in ancient Rome, where a piece of toasted bread was dropped into wine.

The Vikings used the skulls of their enemies as drinking vessels.
The Puritans loaded more beer than water onto the Mayflower before they sailed for the New World. A brewery was one of Harvard's first construction projects because Harvard wanted to ensure a steady supply of alcohol to serve in the student dining halls.

It’s fine to celebrate special occasions or just have a drink after work, with dinner, or even drink from the skull of your enemies, but there is something to be said for temperance.

Too much alcohol dulls the mind and hardens the Soul which delays the pure satisfaction of being aware and alive.
The reason some people drink is to feel alive and it makes them anything but alive.

Drinking spirits, kills their own spirit. Too much alcohol kills innocent people. Over the years, drunk drivers are responsible for millions of lost lives. Millions.

I witnessed a group of girls at a party once doing shots with a group of guys. The waiter brought their drinks and before he even finished putting them on the table, they had chugged them.

They ordered more shots and one guy ordered two full bottles of vodka.
By the time they were finished, (what seemed like seconds), I heard them say that they were going to head for another party for more drinks. Within minutes, all of them disappeared into the night to “get drunk.”

My friend (who also doesn’t drink) went to a party once and one girl grabbed him and tried to pull him into the closet to rip his clothes off. Some of his friends said that he should have, “Gone for it because she wouldn’t have remembered anything in the morning.”

My friend called a cab for her instead. Women especially put themselves in vulnerable positions when they drink. Anything could happen and it often does.


We have to be aware of our behavior at all times. Sometimes it can lead to deadly mistakes. We are unfolding at such a rapid rate, if we miss the wisdom, we miss out on the reason for our journey here. We miss out on how to enhance our awareness, how to improve our lives for the better.

Sometimes being a non drinker has it’s own hazards. Apparently not drinking is a rarity. When you don’t drink, people look at you like you're a leper.

I went to a dinner party recently and the hostess asked me if I wanted a drink. I say,
I don't drink alcohol."
Horror strikes her expression.

“What about a beer?,"
she says. ”No thank you,” I reply.

“How about a little wine?,” she says. “No thanks,” I say.

“Soda, how about, soda,” she enthuses. “Do you have any water,” I chime.

“Water?,” she says with disdain. “Yes, water.” I repeat.

She reluctantly retrieves a bottle of water, hands it to me and says, “You want that in a wine glass?”

When I declined the wine glass offer, I was then banished to the children's table. At wedding receptions and parties there is usually champagne, wine, beer and no water so I am left standing empty handed.

I am always aware of my surroundings, that’s the joy of not drinking alcohol, even if I do have to sit with the children, they are usually better conversationalists than adults and they get all of my silly jokes and we enjoy being in our purest state of joy.

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Mind The Gap

September 10, 2007


Sometimes I try to trick my brain into thinking it is dormant, but I know it’s not. I know for every reason I say to it, “stop working, turn off, go to sleep now,” it has a thousand other reasons to continue thinking, to stay on full tilt - - whether I like it or not.

So when I think I’m tired of firing salvos into the abyss, my eyes flitter as they follow the curve of the smoke from the artillery shells, watching them ricochet off the falling stars.

My brain doesn’t flinch as it cranks up and starts more verbose evacuation. I am a glutton for punishment as my brain puts me under the gun and instead of screaming, “Stop,” I scream, “More.”

Before I even wake up, my brain has already made breakfast and serves it to me in bed. It’s quick to tell me that it has broken into the word bank; selected key words, constructed sentences, lined up paragraphs, formulated ideas, summarized theories, and placed the word cache back into the vault.

I’ve learned not to fight it anymore. It really does have a mind of it’s own -- mine.


My fingers hit the keyboard running. The words on the screen start to look blurry and nonsensical, but I keep hitting the target until the last word is extracted from my bloody fingers.

In honor of my 500th post, (actually more, but I rounded it down) celebrate my brain with me. Celebrate your brain. Celebrate thinking. Be a free thinker, but not free of thinking. Be thoughtful, not thoughtless. Celebrate doing. Celebrate being in the moment, but most of all celebrate your life. We really are blessed to be here, to be alive and to be cognizant of our existence.

When I think of the brain, I think of being in England, boarding the underground at Victoria Station on that rainy September morning. As I shivered from the cold and the steam from the hot chocolate traveled up my nostrils, I remember seeing the sign, MIND THE GAP. I always loved that sign.

The sign is a warning for train passengers to watch out for the gap between the train door and the station platform. Some station platforms are curved and since the cars are straight, the distance from the platform to the car at certain points is greater than normal, and the phrase, MIND THE GAP is painted on the edge of the platforms.

As I waited patiently for the underground, I can still see that English gentleman who ironically smells of English leather (the cologne, not actual leather) wearing the camel tan trench coat, and brown fedora. He tips his hat to me, smiles and says in that British gentleman accent,

“What’s the matter love, brain freeze?”


“Excuse me,” I say.

“You look like an ice cube,” he laughs.

“I feel like one too,” I retort.

“Don’t worry love, the weather here keeps the blood circulating, keeps the brain going, keeps you alert,”
he adds.

As I glance down at his hand, I see a book partially tucked in his newspaper. He must have read my face.

“It’s for my wife,” he says abashedly. I was so relieved to know that HE wasn’t reading, Memoirs Of A Geisha. I don't know why, I guess just felt that it was a book for women, not men.


The train speeds past us blowing a gust of warmth in our faces. Then I hear the lady on the P.A. say,”Mind the gap.”

She was not only talking about the gap on the platform, but mind the gap of knowledge. Always keep learning, growing, and evolving. That’s what mind the gap is to me. Minding the ability to fill the void with life.

Humans have an unlimited capacity to learn. Unlike computers, no human brain has ever said, "Hard drive full." Even if we only use a percentage of our brain at a time, we are still engaging the infinite possibilities that reside in our craniums.


Keep Minding The Gap And Feed Your Brain

  • When you were born, your brain weighed about 350-400g and you had almost all the brain cells you will ever have. In fact, your brain was closer to its full adult size than any other organ in your body. Your brain stops growing at age 18.
  • The adult human brain is about 2% of the total body weight and weighs about 3 pounds (1,300 - 1,400 g.)
  • Your brain uses approximately 20% of the total oxygen pumping around your body and about 750ml of blood pumps through your brain every minute!
  • Your skin weighs twice as much as your brain.
  • Your brain consists of 60% white matter and 40% grey matter.
  • Your brain consists of about 100 billion neurons. That's about 166 times the number of people on the planet.
  • The number of internal thought pathways that your brain is capable of producing is, one followed by 10.5 million kilometers of standard typewritten zero's!
  • Unconsciousness will occur after 8 -10 seconds after loss of blood supply to the brain.
  • All of your thinking is done by electricity and chemicals.
  • The human brain is approximately 75% water.
  • Your brain is capable of having more ideas than the number of atoms in the known universe.
  • If you could harness the power used by your brain, you could power as a 10-watt light bulb.
  • The brain itself is incapable of feeling pain. (That doesn't mean brain surgery doesn't hurt.)

Myth Understandings

It is a myth that we only use 10% of our human brain. This myth is more misleading itself than the so-called myth of unused brain potential.

We no more use 90% of our brain potential than we use 90% of our muscle potential all of the time. We no more use all of our brain all of the time than we use 100% of our lung capacity sitting at our computer keyboard.

We no more use all of our brain all of the time than we use all of our car all of the time; that we always drive at the full speed; that our trunk and seats are always filled to capacity; that we have even figured out and daily employ every single way in which we could use our car.

To say that we use all of our brain ignores the fact that we keep losing our car keys and that we can't remember where we left our car in the parking garage - - even though this is well within our brain potential.

Nobel prize winner, Sir John Eccles summarizes the infinite potential of the human brain.

"To say we use all of our brain all of the time says nothing about the potential of human intelligence, creativity, and problem solving. Such a skeptical rebuttal of the vast potential of the human think machine implies that we have reached our limits of brain potential - - probably the most harmful dead end notion of all. We haven't even gotten close. Our frontal lobes have been culturally and socially lobotomized. At this stage of evolution, we are simply still apes with pencils.

To say that 'we use all of our brain all of the time' or 'it's is a myth that we only use 10% of our brain,' are both misleading and unhelpful uninspiring skeptical crumbs with barely a grain of truth and are not accurate statements regarding usage of the human brain. To say that the human brain is only 10% functional means that we would have to calculate infinity and how can you calculate a percentage of infinity?"



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The Cage

September 8, 2007


“Never feel self-pity, the most destructive emotion there is. How awful to be caught up in the terrible squirrel cage of self.”
~Millicent Fenwick

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Ya Shoes, Ya Lose

September 7, 2007


What kind of environment do you work in? Do you work among negative, self-serving people who bring your spirit down? If it weren’t for the fact that you get paid, would you even be there?

How about your home environment? Is it a pleasant one? A loving one? A place where you can be at peace or a place that makes you sad, lonely and depressed?


I have a friend who once lived in a basement apartment. It was a nice place in a great area AND had a parking space; which was a luxury for the area.

When he first saw it, he loved it and couldn’t believe why it wasn’t snapped up before. In fact, it had been sitting on the market for a while.


He thought that he had struck gold.
After he moved in something began to bother him. Even though the rent was cheap and the location was good, the place drove him crazy.

Everyday when he opened his blinds, all he saw were people’s shoes walking past his window because his apartment was subterranean.


Because the shoes were always in motion, he felt that his life was standing still. He said it felt like he was living in a hole. Although the place was nice, he couldn’t get over the fact that he lived in what he called, “beneath life.”

He hated going home because the environment was too depressing and he didn't want to be a mole in a hole.

After a year, he finally moved to another apartment above ground and was a lot happier. Because he shifted his physical environment, his spiritual environment also changed.

In Alaska where the suicide rate is high because it’s dark six months out of the year, it’s harder to change your environment. That’s not to say that you can’t change your perspective.

If you are in a physical space that you can’t change, you can at least change your spiritual environment by surrounding yourself with light.

Experts say that color can change the way you feel. If you spruce up your physical environment with paintings or anything that catches your focus, your environment will change.

Your insight can become your outlook.

Where we physically live affects where we live mentally, emotionally and spiritually. All of our environments are important. They are all places we live. Learning to shift, change and move gives our consciousness the freedom to reshape our world.

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Monumental Leadership

September 6, 2007



This seems to be the season of tagging. I have been tagged by
John W. McKenna at The Leadership Epidemic to take part in the “Does Most Leadership Suck Challenge.”

At first I thought to myself, “This blog is not really about leadership.” Then I thought of it differently. On a deeper level it is all about leadership. Not in the usual, “dictator to minion way,” but in a real life defining way. Leadership is guidance and guidance is discovery.

Life is about leadership. Life comes from seeds and seeds come from life. We lead by example. Something inside us sparks the initial thought, which leads to action, fueled by passion and wrought with desire, determination and a willingness to fail.

Most great leaders won’t tell you that they have had plenty of failures on their journeys to greatness. Abraham Lincoln being one of the most famous failures. He has had enough failures to fill an ocean. That’s one reason motivational speakers use him as an example. Failure is a tool to success.

When you look at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. you don’t think, “Oh, what a failure.” You think, “Oh, what a monument.” That’s what leadership is - - monumental thinking - - monumental action - - monumental passion. Monumental movement moves mountains. Monumentality instills purpose.

The memorial stands 190 feet long, 119 feet wide, and almost 100 feet high. That’s how we have to stand in our vision. Looking at the Colorado Yule marble exterior and Massachusetts granite and Potomac River stone walkway reminds us to be resolute in our decisions.

The Indiana limestone interior walls, the Tennessee Pink marble floor, and the Alabama marble ceiling soaked in paraffin to make them translucent urges us to be the shining example and not to crack under pressure.

Surrounded by 38 fluted Doric columns, the statue of Lincoln is 19 feet high and weighs 175 tons. A good leader standards are as high and worth their weight in gold.


A leader is bigger than life -- monumental.

We are the architects of our own destiny. Purveyors of decree, not once questioning our raison d'etre. We lay the groundwork, build pillars, and construct beams across uncharted blue skies - - eagle-eyeing the azure, indigo and cobalt that leads to the twilight of stars.

I think that there is a misconception about leadership. Most people think of it as leading others when it is really navigating the longitude and latitude of ourselves, emerging from the dark cloud while the luminescent hues of humanity paint the heavens with reason and rhyme.

A notable leader is someone who sees the road ahead when it is still dirt. If you want to be a great leader, then be a great person. The ultimate leadership is whatever and whoever leads you to yourself -- and that’s the true discovery.

A true master does not look behind to see who is following, they just lead the way. At the end of the day, all roads lead to God.

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The Way Men Speak

September 4, 2007


I have a couple of workers here replacing the cabinets that they ruined when they replaced them before. It’s a long story.

They are two men who look like teenagers, but swear that they are, “Scratching 30,” a term one of them coined when I asked his age. They laugh and joke and speak of things like football, drinking and women.

I heard one of them say, “She’s (his wife) going to drag me somewhere this weekend.” He made it sound like she was going to drag him in front of a firing squad and watch with glee while the bullets pulverize his heart.

The other worker says, “Just tell her you have to work and we can hang out.”

The first worker says, “Man I can’t. She knows when I’m lying.” When his cell phone rings and he knows it her, he’ll quickly drop his tools on my new travertine floor, run outside and become a little boy again speaking to his girlfriend on the playground.

He speaks freely without his coworker. No posturing. No pretense. Hopefully no lies. At the end of his conversation, he lowers his voice and whispers something barely audible. Then there’s a pause. He holds his hand partially over the mouthpiece and says “You know how I feel.”

Then he pauses again, looks around to see if someone is watching and says, “I love you,” blushing the whole time. He hangs us and hurries back inside, hoping I won’t notice.

It’s nice to know that I am paying him by the hour to whisper sweet love notes into his wife’s ear. Maybe I should be more like the late Leona Helmsley, bless her rotten Soul.

It was interesting hearing him. When he spoke to his wife, there was such tenderness and grace in his mannerisms. He used soft tones, gentle words, lots of sugar and cream. It was really sweet.

Then he went back to work and spoke to his friend. When his friend asked, “Who was that?,” the love struck worker responded with, “Nobody man. Wrong number.”

Later, I asked him how his wife was doing and he spoke of her with such reverence. He had so much love in his eyes, they sparkled, he was smiling from ear to ear, his words were gentle and sweet again.

My question is why do some men posture when it comes to love? Is it because they think love makes them weak? Is it because they think that they have to act tough in front of other men? I think a man becomes more attractive when he speaks what’s in his heart.

Loving doesn’t make us weak. It empowers us to no end. Love is beautiful. Come on everybody, (yes you too men) show your love for all the world to see.

Men, tell your girlfriends, wives, (hopefully not both), children, friends that you love them. You don’t have to be embarrassed to say it in front of another man. Women, you probably don’t need any help. Just encourage your men.

“This is love; to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”

~Jalal ad-Din Rumi

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Desiderata

September 3, 2007


Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it's a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

~Max Ehrmann

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Your Task

September 1, 2007


"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”


~Jalal ad-Din Rumi

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