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on July 02, 2012

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Potsdam prose,Churchill style,a word of advice,poetic advances,a Stalinist view.

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Head and Heart

When we do things for the sake of convenience, it always has a way of showing us that walking that extra mile or two can really bring to us to a point of peace .I t's like you go into a convenience store.....what you get in there is not really what you want, but you are willing to buy something close to what you want.I've made a few lifestyle choices for the sake of convenience and I have had the realization that convenience is really about not honouring yourself .When you go out of your way into a method of inconvenience then you will find yourself following your heart rather than your mind!Convenience is mind stuff. Inconvenience is heart stuff.Why would it be otherwise, the mind thrives on the habits of convenience, the known, the container and retainer of our stuff. the mind has everything on hand, it doesn't have to search far for outcomes. ...

Dementia

Dividing my time,many times over the years, I have written notes on how I would like to divide my time.Getting closer to realizing this objective.I have made time for my walking and my writing ,sleeping and work seems to take care of them selves.Haven't yet found the space for dedicating a hour a day on guitar playing.I have left a guitar in the special care unit at work and when I work up there on Thursday and Friday evenings, I often get the chance to play.I have no idea, who named the dementia wing ...SCU...sounds more like an American crime program.Special care unit, don't really know about the unit part and not really sold on the special care either.It was designed to suit the needs of those diagnosed and living with dementia, somewhere along the line , some one in a position of power wasn't comfortable with the dementia label and decided that special care was more appropriate...The D word, dementia, lets not mention it or lets call it something else..It's not a...

song and dance

Miracles, poets and spheres can simply appear,other things, like the back of an elephant or the end of the beginning can harvest a day to remember.Most things we say can be deleted if not repeated.Fears and slips of tears release the balance that adheres to the finer points of life .Alec used to say "That when one door closes another opens"and that's all that remains ..openings,closings and movement between the two.Sounds,like music to my ears,a song yet to be delivered to the peers,self composed Jazz with a sprinkling of blue honey eaters from the South of France..you know the dance.It starts with a whisper and ends in applause.Grace sang the last song.Her encore perhaps said it all.Hidden inside the stories of long forgotten tales ,was the answer to our ails...sing your song and take a bow ,for you have touched much more than the simple dream you had posted on the back of stage door.

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