Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Authentic self

Authenticity is what we seek in our life, our relationships, and inside our true self.
The opposite of which conjures up, fake, fraud, deceit, forgery, blasphemy, improper, counterfeit and the list goes on.

The problem (and the solution) to dealing with authenticity is that it is nowhere, and everywhere.   Let's look at some examples:

You go to the grocery store, you check out and hand your $100 bill to the cashier who either stands awkwardly holding your bill up to get a better look, "Does it have the strip in it?"  Is it a fake?  Or they simply rub this marker against it and get a 'brown line' confirmation of its authenticity.

Another example, a girl goes into a bar with a fake id.   Bartender looks at it, looks at the girl, makes a split-second decision on whether to accept the id, accept the girl into the establishment, or call it out as fake.  His authenticity vs. hers.

If only we had that brown marker, to rub on our foreheads, or on others foreheads once in a while.
Seems life could be a lot simpler, if people would open up to being authentic and we ourselves would follow our internal calling and cues to authenticity.



This world is full of less than authentic drivel and posturing, masks and subterfuge.   There is the rare few, true, authentic people that we marvel at and the rest, bouncing around with masks and missives,
fears and anxieties, good days and not so good days, always trying to figure out what is wrong always putting on the 'happy face', always making sure the true self stays submerged.

Back to the brown marker on the forehead.

For years, I struggled with being the best husband, best entrepreneur, best partier, best son and completely lived a web of fake, fraud, deceit, blasphemy, forgery, improperly carrying myself and my body around the planet to make more, be more, show more, fake more and be more than anyone could deny.   But it was a farce, a lie, an assault on my own intelligence.

Once put to the test, my forehead showed no brown lines.    My authenticity was lost, somewhere between establishing myself ... and establishing myself 'grandly'  (because grandiose is too ostentatious).

You see in trying to be something I wasn't, I became something I'm not.

In putting back the pieces of who I am, and who I belong to and who I walk with down this path called life ... it comes back to me, my lord, and my spouse.  These people I walk with and am authentic with and myself with and there are no airs about it.  It just is.  Usually.

Until I would make it more than it is.   Until I would veer from my authentic self, into the best brother, son, brother-in-law, uncle area of existence where there was no validation, no acceptance and no reason to be there.   It was a forgery, a misfire, a goof, an attempt to please.

Your authentic self does not really need to please others.

There are only a few people who witness the 'emporer having no clothes' moments with me.  The true person.

The authentic self needs to have proper discourse with others, not made up excuses.  
When necessary, speaking the truth in love is required.    Others will recoil, spit, and curse your name.   So be it.  It is none of your business what others think of you.

But to be in communion with others, to enjoy their company and to spend time with them, to be exchanging love vibes that is the essence of authentic self.

Your authentic self doesn't need to desire or avoid things, unnecessarily nor with attachment.

In Buddhism it is said the strong non-attachment is as non-authentic, as the strong attachment to desires (outcomes).

You can want for things, and let it go.   You can wish things were different, and don't wax nostalgic about how they could've been.

To live within one's authentic self, is to just be.  Content with the way things are, and not attached to the outcomes, many of which are out of your control.

If you desire, and need the outcome so badly, are so attached ... check yourself, use the brown marker on your forehead. It's likely not going to show a line, you've lost your way and need to regroup.

Your authenticity, your integrity, your words, your deeds and your spirit are all wrapped up in one concept:   love.

Love is the essence of your true nature, your authentic self knows it manifests itself in many ways, both in action and inaction.   The key is to be loving, and not desirous of things, places, events to the point of attachment.

It's been said in making a deal, the person who can walk away from the deal is the powerful negotiator, and usually will get the deal to lean their way.  They will win!  

Make a deal with yourself, to be less attached to outcomes.  Walk away.
and into happiness and more loving in your everyday life; to show up as your authentic self.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Good Enough

"It's not enough" is the message railed against
self-love and self-worth, self-esteem.

You're not enough. Do more, get more,
spend more, fuck more, drink more, save more,
go to church more, lose more, eat less, drink less,
spend less, less eggs, butter, cheese and meat

Sleep more, exercise more, work less, work more

More, less.   It's enough!   Enough!

In the quiet than ensues, when you shut off the tapes in your head,
whisper 'You are enough.', and again.

Shut it down.   Wad it up.  Throw it out.
These messages are 'noise'.

Don't listen.  Stay above the noise.  Squelch it out,
and start listening to yourself.

Then go and deliver value to the world, from
your heart.  In whatever little or big way it manifests
itself.   Do something good.

In the spate of all this illusion of wealth, success,
fame, happiness and fun ... go,
and be .. good.

And in that moment of goodness and oneness with your true nature,

 ... breathe, smile and exhale

It's good enough.  You're good enough. It's enough.
(Enough!)

Be kind to yourself.  Love yourself, in little ways, daily.











Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Ann @ 50

It's hard to describe the feeling of being married, loving a person
while simultaneously being annoyed

It's like an itch you can't scratch

In the best moments, the light shines clearly on her beauty
so enthralling,
her words like dew dripping from leaves

Other times, her sound like the grating of fingernails on a chalkboard,
every idea coming forth, like babble from the mouths of babes

Keeping my brain in check, my throughts and heart pure is the real battle
of love yes,
I said battle

Love doesn't come in puppy love doggie bags,
or honeymoon period butterflies,
not in romance
flowers, gestures or dinners

no, love is a constant battle
a tactical reminder of your own inadequacies,
and misconceptions,
bad strategies and your own insecurities

A constant reminder, of humility.

My wife, turning 50 years today.
She has spent 25 years,
reminding me

on what love is ...

its daily awakenings

to more challenges,
more dilemas,
more wonderment
more courage

more off-beat shit

and more effort needed

I once (out of laziness) said she didn't in fact make me want to be a better man,
what a lazy thought, cop out and lie

The ego plays strange tricks on one's mind,

when in fact the holy spirit wakes me (almost) every day
to the fact:

I am the luckiest guy in the world to have her as my wife
and life partner,

and to be able
to give love
to her

Happy Birthday Ann!

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Unsettled

I set about to build a life,
once contrived
but lived unfulfilled

Apart from me the visions spewed
great yarns and lore

Inside the melt, decay
and rust did take its toll
daily

Until the clock struck 9
and midnight loomed

For it slipped by so quickly
ignored
for the most part

the life, you wished and had
like sand through your fingers


Tuesday, February 2, 2016

2016 a year of change

Entering into 2016, many things have changed in my life.

The most interesting change is how after 1 year and a half the ache I have for my oldest son, who is growing into a fine man, off in Arizona at college.

It marks time indelibly ... to have your children grow up, and out.   As Ray turns 15 on Friday, and goes to take his driving test you really realize, that from the vaginal delivery through growing up, and out ... "that train has left the station"   and it won't be returning

I had turned to the food industry to discover my inner self drive and demons aren't nearly as fierce as the capitalistic drive of others clawing like crabs in a crab pot over top of each other to grab with both hands for the stash.   Sickening, in a depraved industry full of good people, I had to retreat and rethink just what is this drive about?   What glory is there in fooling the masses into helping eat healthy food themselves, when I myself am the one who needs the outcome of a nutritious regimen.

Exercised my way through 31 days of January, to rest on Feb 1st and 2nd.   Didn't really feel the "high" from it, but the body let me know in several ways and areas that it was sorely out of shape, and in need of rest.  It is true that good habits can be learned in 21 days, I felt a need to go out and do something, so to the garage for some rowing and elliptical machine.

2016 will bring changes, I'm figuring out my place in the world ... it was a long time to get to the place where you know, and you stop worrying about dashing your own dreams, because you already are living them.

Dream bigger?   We'll see ... being happy where I am: priceless.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Struggles

My wife, Ann, and I often cite how often others consider us to be on easy street, well off and have it good because we run a business, or have real estate or our kids are smart.

It just isn't so.   Its a struggle to have anything in this world, really, and it is perplexing enough for me to want to mosh around the topic a bit in this blog.

Why is it so?   Why is it that life serves lemons?   Why am I constantly finding myself 'making lemonade', or picking up the pieces, or downhearted and seeking God's assistance to mend my broken dreams, my broken heart or my physical maladies?

Is it, as the below Internet post from some unknown author suggests, simply a matter of resisting temptations?   I think not.   A life full of resisting temptations is a life not lived, I would guesstimate.   Jake Johannsen a very funy comedian, in his skit describing men, says "Just look at a 2 year old boy, running around" ... " ... and you get an idea of what its like in our head, as men.   'Don't do that', 'Don't touch that', 'That doesn't belong to you' ... we're suppressing that shit all the time".
Clearly, we're not.  We don't suppress all of our drives, compulsions, interests and deviant behaviors because, well, we're human.  Prone to sin, prone to failure.   Perhaps, there is some truth to supressing temptations to relieve struggle, but in a way ...  some of these outlets actually help with the struggle, if for but a brief respite, they still may actually make the struggle a bit less unpleasant.
Disclaimer: everything in moderation, of course.



So if I am to break down the next idea, be bigger than the bad guy, well this one has some real merit.  I recently ran up against a bad guy (gal), and it was seriously debilitating to my conscience and conscious awareness and my soul, completely unearthed my idea of how capitalism, money, greed and getting ahead can clash and destroy sensibilities and make ugly, a beautiful thing.   I was the direct recipient of the collateral damage fallout, and sure lost a lot of cash, but in the process learned a lot about people, myself and how being bigger than the bad guy is about ... well you, and the struggle.   Apparently, the struggle for the most part, and with regards to character, is between my own ears.   Luckily this isn't the constant norm, nor will I paint this attribute of 'bad guy (gal)' onto every human I interact with, but I've met a few now ... relatively late in life at 45 and now 52 years old, and it was shocking to me that direct assaults (or what I considered to be) on my own life and dreams and existence, could take place with such brazen uncaring.   Mother Theresa said it best, from the Children Center wall in Calcutta:
             People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.  Forgive them anyway.
            If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.
            If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.  Succeed anyway.
           If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  Be honest and sincere anyway.
            What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.
            If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.
            The good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.
         Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.
         In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway. 

It is hard to imagine Mother Theresa using "anyway" so definitively ... in essence prompting you to enter into the struggle headlong, without reservation.   But then that brings me to the final concept, at the end of her message:  "In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway"

So how big does God factor into this struggle?   Completely!    He has given us through the Bible the word on the deception even of Adam's wife, not to cast all women as evil manipulators, but that the Garden, the effortless and beauty of nakedness, and wonderful life free of all guilt and sin is there, except for the forbidden fruit (remember: be stronger than your temptations, above?)

The struggle of life on Earth was clandestine, and it was written, that this life shall be now effortless garden of wonder, but we will toil and struggle, and we will not always win, and we may never win (Bills fans chime in here) that we will play anyway.

I find my character builds with each struggle, my mind sometimes not understanding, my heart in shambles but my God forever strong and there for me, showing me that despair isn't required, won't solve anything, nor will falling back into temptations.   God shows that we are not powerless, when we believe, we have not only all of the power to get through the struggles, but a promise of a Garden ever after, when this world passes away and our brief existence and all the spoils of earth, that none of us will leave much to remember behind except the family and generations we pass down, and how we raise them, will be forgotten.  Life will go on without us, the struggles no longer ours to care about or deal with.

That will be nice.