Posts Tagged ‘writing a book’

days whizz by with me fine-tuning, trimming the fat from the bacon of wordsmithing. soon my book, whether novel or memoir, will be ready to find a publisher. Prioritizing the many things I must do: life, work, eat well, do yoga, meditate, hang with friends, camp out on Cumberland Island, read other inspiring writers—doing what St. Francis of Assisi puts so well:

Start by doing what’s necessary, then what’s possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. 

what to do what to do---choose Well, choose Wisely

what to do what to do---choose Well, choose Wisely

a recent article on the huffington post states that modern women are less happy, while modern men are more so. Studies show that as women have gained rights and equality, they haven’t shaken the burden of domestic responsibility they’d carried for their families from before—consequently their lives are doubly stressed than before the women’s liberation movement; whereas men  are feeling much better, thank you very much, their happiness levels have increased, the study reports, because their lives have become less burdened, because they don’t feel responsible for exclusively being the one to “take care” of the women and kids as they had before.

hmmmmm. think we can get these women to lighten up a little? Stop doing so much! Just relax. Relegate some household chores to the menfolk, or get a cleaner, a helper …. or …. learn to breathe and let go, do some meditative relaxation techniques. C’mon ladies! let’s not let the centuries-of-waiting for the opening of equal opportunity get cha down! Learn to fly, just stop worrying! and don’t let the men have all the fun!

pick the fruits of your good efforts---just reach for IT

pick the fruits of your good efforts---just reach for IT

in the Light, lordflea

hello friend,

sorry for the typos in this post: i am crippled with a tech problem, soon to be fixed (via wordpress, my host). thanks for your patience and tolerance, dear literate reader.

i guess you know by now that once a week is the rhythm of my newest my blog entry. until i work out some technical difficulties, i’m keeping my entries short. wordpress, who hosts my blog, has changed its format and so when i’m typing to you, i have to do so somewhat blinded, so to speak, meaning i can’t fully see my screen because all the new bells and whistles are covering up where i type, upload my images, etc.

isn’t this often the case in life? we try to improve ourselves, or our society, or, in this case, our internet offerings, and often we end up complicating or confusing things beyond the pall.

so today i’m briefly touching on the subject of how i came to think of myself as a SPIRITUAL WARRIOR…and what that means, and how i dare claim that “title” after many attempts in failing that responsibility. and also, for those of you who are interested, how to become a spiritual warrior your own self.

here’s a couple of my drawings depicting what it feels like to be a spiritual warrior.

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there's always hope

there's always hope

so let’s see: of course when i converse with others through visuals i’m hoping enough of you “get it” without me having to verbalize the meaning behind the image. because…guess what!! sometimes i simply can’t “explain” what an image truly is about. but in this case, i’ll try.

the first is simply my spoof of what’s most important in life. not cash, not power, not even politics…but…quite simply, to live In Spirit, and do the next right thing, which can only be determined when one “listens” and “obeys” the inner voice that manifests in all of us, when we are aligned with the One. The ONE LIFE is the unifying energy throughout the Universe, not our own single, little life, but the big powerful, all-inclusive, all-pervading life force that is within and without all that is. Energy. the Chi. the Holy Spirit. the Kundalini Shakti…prana, Qi, wowie-zowie, whatever you call it. and yes…many do call it “God” although i think that name is waaaaaaay chaged with too many dogmas, too many arguments, and too many control trips. so we’ll just call this energy, this “cash” we deal with in spirituality, as the IT.

the second drawing represents the various stages one goes through in acquiring the “right” to call oneself a spiritual warrior. first comes the desire to be a steward of the land, a guardian of humanity’s right to evolve, and all that those choices incur: being judged by others, being considered weird, or…in the olden days, even a pagan, a witch or magician or shaman. hey! i’m okay with all those names. at birth we all know life is magical. then we start the “dance”…and some of us forget the magic. so we go off on our tangents of sensuality, ownership, and needing to be “right.” so we get out of step with the magic. then, in time, we are confronted with choices. and some of us choose to once again embrace the magic of life.

and if you do, consider yourself signed up to be a spiritual warrior. that’s all it takes. amen, and ahhhh-women, and you’ve taken your first step to being an official steward of righteousness: i am that. so’ham. hamso.

i’ll share more about the spiritual warrior way of life. i’m writing about it in my book, so that’s why i can’t update my blog more often. you’ll see my book out soon if all goes well.

be well, live and love and laugh a LOT,

in the Light, lordflea

ps. i had a comment today that surprised me. it was an old friend of timothy plowman’s, a dear heart of mine, and so now i’m curious: the commenter said he’d found lordflea from googling tim’s name. so here are a few other people i’m quite knowledgeable about, and will write about from time to time…so let’s see who finds lordflea now…the secret is getting closer to the surface, eh maties! wheeeee, i love a riddle! timothy plowman, hundertwasser, phil jackson, tomas sanchez, wade davis, neil walk,

Friends,

the importance of what i spend my time doing the most of has been central in my thinking of late. y’know: you are what you eat, and you certainly become what you think. that’s why i haven’t been bloggin’ as of late. wanted to keep centered in my heart, and not just spew, at least for the sake of spewing.

i do this occasionally. withdraw and feel life living me, instead of trying to be so active, so concerned, so consumed with “other” that i forget this experience of life itself. here’s another way of looking at it:

the interconnectedness of All

the interconnectedness of All

all i have is my self, and my Self–the little me that squirms with responsibilities and worries, and the big Me that knows there is more to this life than i’ll ever know…and to feel the majesty, the magic, the wonder of it all is more than enough for me to be concerned about. certainly enough upon which to base my creative energies’ pursuits–my arting, as i call it, whether i paint, draw, make a garden, a cake, or sew a sail, write a book–or blog.

this feeling of being connected to all came to me as a child. then i lost it. then i rediscovered it later, mostly through working on getting rid of the garbage that my mind collected over the years. now i have trained myself to stay as much as possible in that simple place, that inner place, where the breath connects with even the movement of faraway galaxies, and the knowledge, the Truth of feeling connected is real–this is my daily experience.

the drawing i use as an example shows us all in our “Higher Self”… our so-called “angelic” bodies…that part of our nature that is connected to the Highest good for all. yes–we all have that in our nature, whether you are aware of it or not, whether you exercise that birthright, that ownership of your highest nature, or not.

living in the moment; accepting our sacredness, our divine nature–our Higher Self: this is the way of living i want to share with you, not because of any other reason but my humble offering to help make the world a better place to live in.

we are not all just scrambling around trying to get something to eat, or make happen, or elect, or conquer, or succeed, or even be good at. but yes, we all exisit as individual cells within the larger “thing” that makes up this known reality…what is called the Universe (and some call, simply, “God”).

we're all a part of a whole

we are all One, breathe, and feel: Truth

many other things have passed my mind, and of course i’ve been doing many (many!) other things since my last entry here. don’t worry. some of you who read my blog might think i’m just a holy-roller who only sits around contemplating my navel. but no—-i have a family, a job, lots of social duties, and creatively i’m consumed by writing a nonfiction narrative, illustrated, naturally, which i am debating about uploading here, so i can let you, friends on my web, read as i write, day by day. but…i haven’t decided to or not. ha ha! all i can say for now is…writing this book is certainly my immediate, and main creative focus, not this blog.

my garden has been covered with an entire truckload of mulch, delivered free by a tree-man who took down a big One over at my mother’s place. Carter and i’ve been doing lots of HOT HOT yoga, in our little yoga shed, which i call the santosa shack (santosa being contentment in Sanskrit). we chant, we meditate, we even attend his church, ahhweeee, diversity in God-liness! lots of cooking (made dosas twice this past couple weeks…a lentil and rice fermented east Indian flat bread, terribly exotic tasting, and terribly nutritious because of the legume and grain mixture). what else? oh so much biking, hiking, rehabing my knee, still injured from dancing too fiercely at daughter’s wedding way back in June. injuries take energy. life takes care. time is precious. do i use it wisely? i try to. when i lay my head down on my pillow, i feel rewarded by deep, comforting, beautiful sleep. what a gift, life is.

i will do a page next, i promise, on a subject i’ve been thinking a lot about: what to say to someone who is really, truly, either physically, spiritually, or mentally suffering.  because recently i ran into an old acquaintance, who has all the world at her feet: she’s rich, successful, socially powerful and consciously humanitarian beyond measure—but—she’s absolutely miserable.  the only outer proof, however, is that of her uncontrollable, mind-numbing, self-pitying drinking.  of course she’s in denial about having a drinking problem. and i simply can’t share with her my own experience in that matter (being in alcohol and drug addiction recovery now for my third decade)…but i can post a page here. perhaps one day a chink will open in her tightly-bricked-up facade, and what a person formerly-miserable (me) has to share with another who still is (her), will make a difference.

a little light in the well of darkness, that’s all i attempt to do…with my art, with my words, and now with this public web-spew.

so look on the right hand side in a day or say and you’ll see a new page. those pages stay up, where this post side changes when i enter a new one.

whew! i finally figured that out! now, if only i can find my beautiful color paintings. let me see, let me try again. a treat for you, perhaps?

plants, animals, mineral--we are all One

plants, animals, mineral--we are all One

i love each and every one of you, truly! lord flea