If I checked the intent behind my actions as often as I checked that my fly is done up… I’m not completely sure where that leaves us. So instead, I’ll leave my intention to make a joke, and move on to share a story with you…
When I started writing for my new blawwg, I wasn’t certain of the voice I’d write it in. Gentle, kind Daniel? Or a little more lively and fun? Well it seems I’ve gone with some of the latter, which is probably a good thing, as far as “being (more of) myself” and differentiating myself from other writers on similar topics. (Not that I’ve read much (or any) of others, LOL.)
Another thing I’m noticing, now that I’m putting some of my realisations down on “paper”, is, there are so many facets surrounding the headings I choose.
For example, the above post started out as “Intent”, then I realised I was writing about “personal intent”, specifically. And, well, really – I feel like I’m decluttering a wardrobe of newly acquired, unfamiliar-yet-familiar clothes, and pulling out groups of colours, then making sense of individual items;
"Oh shit, that’s actually a scarf - not a sock. Let’s write about this sock, this week."
I’m also trying to get away with not being “qualified” to write about this kind of thing by only writing about my own experience (which is the only things I really am qualified to write about).
So, I guess time will tell what it all means, does, and equates to!
Devils run free and ports are plentiful, and I’m on board a four-wheeled shipping container, heading out to sail with the wet ones.
I grab a match and strike up a conversational with the captainic lass, and my eyes are transported to heaven as my heart starts its vocal warm-ups.
I sink into pillows of cloud as I become lost in her vivid blue eyes; her perfect smile makes me wanna high-five the sun; her gorgeous lips slow-dance with conversation; and the nose-stud-cattle thing doesn’t hurt either of us, either eyether; it’s the perfect jewel on a face of simple beauty.
And so is she. By her equally good looking fiancé.
THEY WILL BREED BEAUTIFUL BABIES TOP PEDIGREE A++++ SUPER NICE PEOPLE, TOO, BY THE BY.
Sure, there’s plenty of brain chatter I hear going on – I wonder why peas are green? – but my intention to discover my own little voice within led me to one day learn that these sages didn’t literally mean a voice in the way we experience sound waves through our eardrums, or mental chatter from our brain. Not for Daniel’s inner voice, anyway. Rather, my own little voice that I’ll talk about here, works more like a friendly big brother who internally nudges me when a beneficial opportunity presents itself.
The second post on my new blawwg, Soul Reflex is up. It’s about recognising and acting upon the intuitive nudges one receives. Had any experience with this, yourself?
Adam and Dan ask special guest, Maddie, whether youth cynicism is coming to an end with the new generation of kiddies. And will the positive feedback loop enabled by the internet lead to “connected”, but increasingly isolated individuals, in real life?
If you’re “spiritually curious” or a little stuck on some of the basics, I have the blog for you: Soul Reflex. It’s a (new) lovely place where I’m going to write a brief piece, each week, about my experience with things like awareness, listening to ones intuition and other self-development doodads and thingymabobs.
It’s going to focus on the practical elements of such topics, as having this kind of guidance is where I feel some of the flowery, gentle writing about spirituality “falls short”. (Leaving me with a lovely feeling or idea, but no hints on how to access these lovely ideals for myself.)
You can follow along at any of the places below. (I’m posting the same content at a few of the popular social services out there to help make it as easy as possible for people to keep abreast of new posts.)
The topics to be covered have been written about forever by many wise individuals, but it’s my hope that my personal experience of them, combined with my unique voice, will resonate with others and be of value to other humans, somewhere, at sometime on this planet. :) (Smiley face!)
Just about finished everything for my new Soul Reflex blawwwg, so I can launch it into the stratosphere, tomorrow night. This was intermittently interrupted by a cute and hyperactive tiny kitten, free-climbing up the side of the couch to bite hands and walk on laptops.
Recorded a fun and interesting episode of Jackson & Jackson: Unrelated in-person with Adam today; usually more fun in person. Like sex, I guess. Or eating food, etc. Will be released mid next week.
Then talked about the YOUTH and all their crazy ATM sexual pastimes that I would take up praying to pray that it’s all hyperbolic myth. (Some) KIDS these days! All this, whilst eating pizza with a bra centrepiece.
Then BAM into swing dancing and smiling lots because it’s dance! and things make me smile.
And I enjoyed the latest (and one of the final episodes of) You Look Nice Today on the car trip there and back.
I don’t talk often (enough) with others about these processes, perhaps because I’m reasonably comfortable with writing music. (Even though half the time I couldn’t tell someone how a song idea evolved into the finished product; sometimes it’s magic, often it’s dumb luck and playing around, and then there’s putting in the time until I’m happy with what I’ve “crafted”.) And after having listened to the above, I now appreciate my music-writing abilities, more. So I found it quite interesting to hear about the struggles and growth of others.
One of my weekly podcast listens, Back to Work, was recorded live last week in SAAAAN FRANCISSCOOO. It’s these live B2Ws that I listen to more than once (or twice), and some particular moments from episode #144 were begging me to fashion them into a thirty-second-something.
If there’s nothing I love more than disappointing/laughing at a lover, it’s writing a bio for myself to go in a program for a theatre production, or on a website for a band; I get a real kick out of it.
John Roderick of The Long Winters has not only written his own bio, but also the bio of his twelve other bandmates of past and present.
And he has done a sterling silver job of it, too. Highly recommended, for a hearty pants LOL.
“Selfishness demands, “What’s in it for me?”, while Love asks, “What can I give?”—Seth Adam Smith, in his (link-bait-ish) misleadingly titled piece, “Marriage Isn’t For You" (which actually expresses quite a nice way of living, with regards to love and marriage).
Listen in on a fertile production meeting to plan some merchandise for the show. Then careers, jobs, goals and dreams; does everyone truly know what they want to do with themselves? And are some people truly happy working as a means to an end? Discuss…
This week’s show is very near and dear to me, as we discuss “life purpose” (and lack thereof) and jobs and careers — things I think about most every day. (And often, in place of advancing my own job/career/projects/self).
Walking from my car to the front door of my house, I stopped at the door mat; the birds were chattering, the sun was winding down for the day, and a gentle breeze was moving past me, whispering, “Here, now - it’s okay. You’re okay.”
So I went inside and ate a big-arse block of cheese.
Fallen new excitement years back every Friday whaddawedooo something out together makin’ jokes silly dirty silly talkin’ stuff goin’ places being company eating lookouts sharing experiences personal friends comfort more than then that say nah not but yes is foolin’ who me yes me woulda coulda was appreciate this so much more now and thank you for everything it was then. Still special, despite whatever. xx