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My husband's mom is turning 90 this year, and although her walking and endurance have slowed down a bit, she mostly runs circles around us.


She lives on her own, is still driving, and keeps herself busy with a variety of activities for fitness, personal interests, and for the care and support of others (mostly neighbours and relatives and friends who occasionally need company or help).


She loves to chat and easily falls into conversations with strangers. Her demeanour is quite pleasant, happy, and likeable. She smiles and laughs a lot, and holds a self-deprecating humour.


She used to have an older sister who would often be mean to her, but she never got very upset about it. She just felt sorry for her, realizing that her sister acted that way because she was so unhappy. She somehow already knew at her young age that her sister was suffering, and that hurt people hurt people.


When she was young, she would occasionally be disciplined by her father for making some mistake, but she could never understand why. What was the point of spanking her for making a mistake or doing something she did in innocence? How did hitting her have anything to do with whatever happened or any lesson to be learned? It just didn't make any sense. At her young age, she somehow knew to question rather than to look for blame and hold onto it tightly... She was somehow aware of the innocence of her own behaviours and that of others.


In her marriage, and in the later years of being the long time caregiver for her husband who has now passed, she managed a LOT of challenges with a great deal of acceptance and patience. She was somehow aware that grasping tightly onto her thoughts and feelings of frustration didn't make her feel better and didn't help her.


Ultimately, since her youth, she's understood not to take any behaviours or thinking so personally or seriously.


She still gets affected here and there, and some people's behaviours appear in her thinking more than others (including sometimes her own), and she has opinions, and she would prefer that some others would change in various ways, and as a consequence she sometimes attempts to pass on her wisdom, but she doesn't tend to keep digging in, and for the most part, she doesn't hang on to much. She says her piece and shortly after that, moves forward to whatever next occupies her attention.


There's also a bit of what I call "the juju" in her... an uncanny ability to sense things before they happen.


And she has always slept very well. She simply lies down, closes her eyes, and as she has explained to us, "watches the movies going on behind her eyeballs", and falls asleep.


About a year ago, with some sense she was getting closer to the limits of the human body, she made arrangements to start phoning my husband every morning for a quick call to let him know she's still alive. That way, if something's happened, she won't be left there for days! It's usually not much more than a quick exchange of "I love yous" and arrangements of plans for our weekly meet-up for breakfast out somewhere. It's very cute.


When I first met my husband's Mom, I didn't have a lot of thought or awareness about her. I knew she was pleasant, and friendly, and she laughed at my jokes, so it was simply easy to be in her company. I didn't as yet see or understand the wisdom with which she navigated life.


But now I'm much more aware of it, simply because I've realized more of what wisdom truly is, and how it shows up in others.


She has her own personal craziness, just like the rest of us, but I can see now that she holds an underlying "knowing" that she has retained since she was a little kid... an internal common sense that she keeps falling back into (and listens to) when she gets lost, and from which arises her many moments of better nature.


And it isn't something that she's discovered, or learned how to do, or practices applying, it's just something she's always KNOWN her whole life. She's always had some sense of which direction to lean back into, no matter what... she knows where happiness is.


And it hasn't given her riches, or awards, or the typical "successes" of life, or even much recognition by the masses, but it has given her internal peace. She walks through life with a grace that many wouldn't necessarily recognize, unless perhaps they've somehow recognized it within themselves as well.


The force is strong with this one.


The photo here is on one of our recent weekly breakfasts with my husband's Mom, my husband, and me. My husband especially likes this photo because it's a reminder (for me) of what a gift he is to me. 😂 LOL!

For years and years and years I set them because so many of the apparently successful human beings told me that goals were the secret to their success. And if they didn't say it outright, I somehow deduced that my own perceived lack of success (or lack of enough success) was because I didn't seem to have any clear goals, or I didn't have the right ones, or I didn't work hard enough toward achieving the ones I made up because I felt I had to.


Unfortunately, if and when I ever achieved any formalized goals, I NEVER NOTICED. Once done they were mostly "out of sight, out of mind". Once done, the completion never came with a feeling of significance. Once done, I often minimized the achievement... done, but not done good enough, so therefore not really done.


Here's what else I didn't notice...


I DIDN'T NOTICE that I had a completely innocent and mostly hidden belief that success (achievement of goals) meant happiness, and if I wasn't happy then it must be because I wasn't successful enough yet (I hadn't achieved all the right goals yet)... I didn't have the right job, I didn't have the right house, I didn't have the right relationships, I didn't look the right way, I hadn't travelled to enough places, I hadn't experienced enough adventures, I hadn't read enough books, I hadn't learned enough skills, I hadn't spent enough time outdoors... the list was endless.


I DIDN'T NOTICE that I did all sorts of things that I wanted to do, without setting any goals. I just wanted to do them and did them. There wasn't a lot of thinking or formal structure or planning, even when some planning was involved. There was simply doing, and navigating as I went along...


I did, I got, I learned, I adventured, and I spent time, all the while completely missing the significance of the fact that just the verb (every speck of being and doing that inevitably comes with being alive) is ALWAYS enough.


Instead, I was unknowingly assigning random values to whatever came after the verb (whatever action was done or whatever goal was completed). I even assigned values to the verbs themselves... such as that doing was better than not doing.


But just how is it that I decided that the verb of "doing depression" on and off over multiple years was any less a measure of success than the verb of "doing stuff" to become an astronaut?


How did I decide that the verb of "being able to laugh out loud at a joke", was any less a measure of success than the verb of "being able to create a gourmet meal"?


How did I decide that the verb of "sneezing" was any less than the verb of "skiing"?


How is it that I completely missed the significance of the incredible richness of the verb of JUST BEING ALIVE, in whatever form it happens to arise in any moment... with all the being and doing that happens spontaneously and continually, whether I appear to make a goal out of it or not, or whether I happen to give it any value in the moment or not?


And what the heck is success anyway? And why did I even make it into a thing?


My husband had an insight a few years ago, that "we are the nerve endings of universal consciousness"... and with some sense of the truth and wonder and common sense of that for myself, that insight has offered me ongoing reflection that keeps presenting new little gifts of perspective...


Today it reminds me that any apparent good or big experience is just as rich in learning and success and growth and simple "aliveness", as any apparent bad or small experience. All experience is equal. All experience is rich. And ALL is experience.


I'm sure I'll forget this the next time I stub my toe, or the next time my insecure thought tells me I need a goal to feel better (instead of the secure thought that having a particular goal to work toward might be kinda fun). In either case I will immediately assign values and suffer. But even the suffering itself offers value when I'm eventually open to seeing it.


Perhaps when any of this inevitably happens, you can sweetly, and kindly, and compassionately, and lovingly, remind me of the free and miraculous abundance of the experience of life itself, in whatever form it arises!


May I thank you all for your love, and may I wish you all, much abundance for 2020 and beyond!


With Much Love and Laughter,

My ego is an incredibly helpful teacher... the feelings of tightness and seriousness found in my disappointment, anger, frustration, worry, judgment, inadequacy, regret, depression, righteousness, fear (the list is endless), tell me that I'm currently hanging onto some story about myself or the world that is limiting my perspective, even though I may have no idea what that internal story is.


And so my ego isn't ever telling me any truth about who I am or what I am or what's right or wrong... it's only ever a very helpful barometer (my internal guru and constant companion) that indicates my internal weather in the moment... am I chronically serious and closed and further away from the experience of potential truth, or am I lightheartedly clear and open and closer to the experience of potential truth?


And I don't have to do anything with my internal weather... I don't have to act out on it or change it or figure it out... just the awareness that my teacher is only telling me "where I am" (instead of "who I am" or "what's going on") is already incredibly helpful. Now... if I'll only listen. 😉

Today I was reflecting on the fears that tend to arise every time I hear of a law or regulation that appears to victimize the powerless, whether people (me included) or nature. I'm guessing that this is something that everyone experiences. The only differences being in each of our specific beliefs about which laws do what types of harm.


I have no comprehension of all the incredibly complex ways in which any law gets applied and enforced, but I am keenly aware that any law can always be used by the insecure and powerful for their own gain (keeping in mind that any human being can be insecure, and any human being can be more powerful than others in various circumstances).


When it comes to laws, including our current (often politically and fearfully driven) discourse about what laws we should have or shouldn't have, perhaps there's another possible direction to look in first.


What if I believed that humanity was essentially evil, as in survival of the fittest?


What if I believed that I was essentially alone and vulnerable in this world... a singular, insecure being, separate from everyone else and everything else?


Then I would find things to fear, and I would want the organization of society (and laws) to be set up in such a way to mitigate or control whatever are the biggest concerns being created in my personal mind... a list of concerns, that I may NOT notice, keeps getting added to, no matter how many of my previous concerns get "solved".


The fact that I believe there is something "out there" to fear, means that I will ALWAYS find it.




What if I believed that humanity was essentially good?


What if I believed that I was intrinsically connected to everyone and everything, in ways that I cannot even begin to comprehend?


Then I would find things to love, and I would trust and BE in life with a much bigger (and less personally protective) understanding. I would approach concerns with a bit more grace and wisdom, expecting good first, while also knowing that I can intuitively navigate whatever shows up... whether I'm presented with the manifestation of someone else's fear or someone else's love.


The fact that I truly believe there is something "out there" to love, means that I will ALWAYS find it, even in circumstances that would otherwise appear to be bereft of it.


Our challenge in society is not the laws we have or don't have. It's simply the belief in fear.


In regard to fear, I don't think that most people follow laws most of the time because of their fear of the potential consequences. They follow them simply because they make sense or they (as human beings) are essentially good and cooperative and usually do not wish to do harm to others.


But, as long as any human being believes their feelings of insecurity (fear), they will, in those moments, do what occurs to them to protect themselves, including ignoring or circumventing laws that get in their way, or if powerful enough, writing laws that let them get their way. Some have made a habit of it.


Now, in regard to finding love, I don't exist in a world of form filled with rainbows and unicorns. And so I don't tend to walk down dark alleys, or leave my doors unlocked. I also haven't stopped the desire to champion (fight) against unjust laws and societal norms that appear to overwhelmingly victimize the powerless.


However, I am aware that it's only "hurt people that hurt people", it's only moments of believed insecurity that foster insecure behaviour, it's only fear that is at the root of all the actions that laws are designed to mitigate or protect.


I also have a strong sense that it can be incredibly transformative (for myself and others) when I consider love first, instead of fear.


I can't make anyone look in this direction, any more than I can make someone obey a law. But I can look in the direction of love myself, and somehow continue to do so, even though I naturally keep falling back into my own brand of insecure thought daily (what I lovingly refer to as my own personal craziness).


And in a way, that's everything. I somehow keep learning to look toward love first, while navigating all the rest in whatever way it occurs to me to do so. No law required.

In my work as a corporate trainer, I remember a training session led by one of my mentors, pointing us to the innate human ability to take seemingly isolated objects and connect them together. He randomly pointed to three things... a ceiling tile in the room we were in, the chair we were sitting on, and a crow flitting around under the patio tables and chairs just outside the window.


He then gave us some time to come up with a list of connections between those three things. He asked us to think of anything and everything, no matter how crazy, for how the three objects could be linked.


After the assigned time for the exercise was over, everyone shared what they came up with. A few of the ideas were similar, but none were exactly the same. Here's some of them...


  • All 3 objects are within 50 feet of me
  • All 3 objects make me uncomfortable... this chair is uncomfortable, I hate fixing ceiling tiles, and I'm a bit afraid of birds
  • All 3 are on the property of the hotel
  • All 3 are made up of vibrating atoms
  • All 3 have the colour black somewhere on them
  • All 3 likely have dust on them
  • All 3 reflect industrialization... the products created (chair, ceiling tile) and the effects manifested (birds having to learn to survive in an urban landscape)
  • If I heard something making a rustling sound in my ceiling, I could stand on the chair, lift up the ceiling tile, and discover it was a trapped crow flitting around
  • All 3 start with the letter C (chair, ceiling tile crow)
  • Each represents a part of life (ceiling tile is heaven, chair is earth, the crow that can live on earth and in the sky is the symbol that heaven and earth are one)


What are some more you can come up with?


To be honest, I had to make up that list because I couldn't remember all 3 objects given to us nor any of the answers created, but you get the idea.


If any of us comes up with something to believe in (such as a fact that two or more specific objects are intrinsically linked), our minds can easily find evidence to prove it. With access to the infinitely creative power of thought, any list could be added to and reinforced forever.


What's significant to me, are the ramifications of having a list already started in my head, that somehow appeared, with no conscious effort on my part...

...perhaps at some point in my life, I started a list that connects "(insert name here) politician" and "dangerous"
...perhaps at some point in my life, I started a list that connects "oil pipeline" and "bad idea"
...perhaps at some point in my life, I started a list that connects "climate change" and "exaggeration"
...perhaps at some point in my life, I started a list that connects "peanut butter" and "incredibly delicious".


What's interesting is that once a list is started (a belief is set), then it becomes a door through which I interact with the world. I open the door for whatever adds to the list, and I barricade the door against whatever contradicts it.


Having lists is very useful in this world of form. It helps me decide which politician to vote for, and what to make for my lunch.


What's not very useful is retaining any specific list for any extended period of time, assuming it will ALWAYS be right, despite the continually changing nature of life and potential for new thought. It stops me from questioning the politician I like, or considering a good idea from the politician I don't like. It stops me from discovering the world of culinary abundance that exists beyond my holy peanut butter sandwich, or being willing to even consider that it's the sandwich carbs that are making me sleepy in the afternoon.


I assume that I can (and will) live my entire life with some lists, but it's such a relief every time I discover the next list I didn't even realize I had. Once exposed to the light of awareness, the linked items that started the list either magically change or get completely deleted, so that I can take down some of the barricades I was using to protect it, and me. They're awfully exhausting to keep holding up.

Latest comments

08.01 | 00:46

Thank you Jonelle, I'll do that. Best wishes, Conrad

07.01 | 19:22

They're not available publicly as far as I know. Maybe try reaching out to Linda Quiring? I don't have an email, but she's on Facebook.

07.01 | 12:48

I am looking for the earliest recordings of Syd, before the 3 Principles Psychology thing took off, when he spoke about the meaning of life, spiritually...

01.01 | 14:45

There's also insights about procrastination on the "Procrastination" page on this site.