Disco is My Cosmos

By trying to suppress the ego, we make it stronger. We hide it where it's safe, in a dark recess. If we instead call it for what it is, Take it out of the recesses And confront it with the stark light of day, We can then start to see it for what it really is.

Our sense of selves and our connection to the Universe ground us - provide a weight to our "balloon" so our life doesn't "fly" in a million directions.  If you have too many "paths" to explore, you can't go deeply into the paths.  You will only get a superficial knowledge.  But if you select the paths your heart really desires, you can spend your time exploring them to your hear's content.  And you will start to notice the subtleties and wonders that that you never knew existed among these paths  You can plant trees and flowers among these paths. You will begin to know them inside and out.  You can shut your eyes and imagine every detail of the paths because you know them that well. There comes a time when you make a choice...not about your everyday life and nuances, but a choice about how you want to live life.  That is the foundation upon which everything rests. Everything else is just details. To illustrate this: if you work on a landsca...

In a recent blog post, I made an analogy about having to chip away at a wall in order to cross it. But today I wondered, what if I have absolutely no tools or time to chip away at this wall?  What if I am up against it and it's so close I can smell it.  I can hear it.  I am completely terrified of what's inside this wall.  It seems so thick! Impenetrable. How on earth can I get past this wall?  Science tells me it is made of atoms and so am I, and if I try to move through it, I am going to meet its atoms and, if I run at it from a distance, I'm bound to hit it at such an intensity that I'll seriously injure myself. So I can't just run and crash into the wall.  That's out. As taken from the other post, this wall is infinitely wide and very tall. It's also very smooth - no way to climb. I'm at standstill.  I take a moment and cry my heart out. When I regain my composure, something has changed. That wall is no longer what it was. I gently ...

The county that I live in has been growing rapidly over the last, well, two decades really.  It's now a county with one of the highest concentrations of people.  The road system was never designed for such growth. Consequently, construction has been a fact of life for many years.  As I commute quite regularly throughout the county, I come across construction in all sorts of forms. One of the biggest projects right now is US 19.  Once a three lane highway, it is becoming an interstate with ramps and overpasses.  As it changes, the businesses that once "littered" the side of the highway have become extinct, due to the inaccessibility.  Where the construction is finished lays a wasteland of buildings that used to thrive. In the areas where there is ongoing construction, it is quite a mess.  Mounds of dirt, armies of trucks and bulldozers; barricades galore. Driving around this construction is frustrating and sometimes scary.  Yesterday, I noticed...

The Dog Ate My Homework.  I don't know if I actually heard it in school, but I know I've heard it in movies and television. The Dog Ate My Homework. What does that actually mean? Translated, it means the student didn't turn their homework in and has expressed that their dog consumed it. Of course! That's a pretty literal translation. Another translation: the student decided not to do their homework and decided to blame it on an external entity (the dog). There's a few scenarios with this: 1) the student actually has a dog.  The student actually did the homework. The student left the homework out in reach of the dog, and the dog actually ate it (what a poorly trained animal. OR, what a dumb student for leaving your homework out, knowing your dog has a tendency to eat paper). 2) The student did the homework and lost it.  The dog is easier to blame for this misfortune. 3) the student doesn't have a dog and didn't do his homework.  He was flat o...

Note: This blog is a reflection on my personal struggle with emotions.  It reads almost like a children's story, and "monster" may be something different for everyone.  This is what "monster" meant to me. There was a monster who slept under my bed at night.  He was so cranky in the mornings.  He was so loud, it was hard to drown him out.  I would get ready and get in my car and head to work. I don’t know how he got in my car, but there he was, in the backseat, still being loud.  I’d change the radio stations to shut him up.  It helped.  I’d get to work and I was very busy.  Whenever I am busy, the monster would take a nap.  He’d wake and groan now and then, and then he’d sleep again. By the end of the day I would hope that monster would stay asleep.  He quietly came home with me, and he’d softly slip under my bed.  I’d have some hours of solace before bed. I’d wake up the next morning and th...

I was driving to work today, and the song "Stay Where You Are" by Ambulance LTD was playing on my ipod.  I have listened to this song countless times, but this morning it had a different message for me. "Stay Where You Are" It was speaking to my thoughts.  My mind is so often running over things I've done and possible outcomes of the future.  At times, my mind is so full of this "time travel" that I get so fooled by it and think that I am there.  I start analyzing things and thinking of "how I should have done this" or "how I should do that" or "what would be the best thing for me to do?" Sometimes this can be constructive, if it applies to problem solving directly related to work, or planning. practical things like birthday parties.  But more than often, it's just downright annoying.  It serves little purpose but to make me anxious and irritated, possibly also irritating to others who I come in contact with whil...

from dictionary.reference.com: Problem:  any   question   or   matter   involving   doubt ,  uncertainty,   or   difficulty. Challenge:  something   that   by   its   nature   or   character   serves   as   a   call   to   battle,   contest,   special   effort,   etc.: "Detours, challenges, and crisis, are simply covers for miracles that had no other way of reaching you. - Mike Dooley Problem and Challenge:  two words that are strikingly similar yet imply a different call to action. It seems to me, by the definition of these words, that a "problem" often is the first stage of what inevitably can become a "challenge." To me, a "problem" implies something often negative; an invisible wall that has no immediate sense of a solution. A "challenge" goes a step further.  Yes, the invisible wall is there, but instead of just saying "oh no, the...

Letting go sometimes happens at the most inopportune times.  Sometimes it takes a while to build up and you feel it, but sometimes it is out of the blue.  And by "letting go", I mean in several senses: crying, psychologically letting go, or even physically letting go of a possession.  In any case, you are stuck between two times: the past where this thing was a part of your life, and the future, where it exists as a memory or in another form. We often resist letting go because it's scary.  It's uncomfortable.  Is it really necessary, we ask ourselves? The decision to let go may come way before the letting go actually happens.  After letting go, we may feel a loss, or disconcerted.  This object or routine or way of thinking was so common to us, and now we are in an uncharted territory, lost and in need of a good mental GPS system. The joyous thing about letting go is that it allows new thoughts, new things, and new opportunities to come into our live...