Moments carried in the heart

The truth is...today I miss being very young. There was something about those days that were effortless. I was good and today I am able to reflect all that good out onto the world around me. I am happy for this.

It's funny, now that I think about it, what I really miss, is the youth I had around me. I miss my friends in "their" youth. I can see all of them so clearly, more than I can see myself. We had all the time in the world to explore each other and sometimes we took it and sometimes we left it, all because we had time. I give thanks to them today, for they all bring so much joy to me still.

"Develop a built-in bullshit detector"-E.H

The desk Ernest Hemingway wrote from while living in Havana.

The flight attendants had 70's uniforms on and handed out little hard candies from Russia.

A common site

There was incredible life happening down every street

The truth is... Ernest Hemingway wrote the quote above. But he also wrote, "The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them". I believe the latter. I trust, which I believe makes me completely trustworthy. You can trust me...it's just in my DNA make up, can't explain it, but if I have to...I would say i didn't come here having to deal with issues of trust. I have other issues at hand...which I have so noted in my previous entries. LOL

This brings me to my present point and my reason for writing this long awaited blog entry.

Don't trust what they say about Cuba...yeah, Cuba! I so often think about my travels there and images of this beautiful island drift into my dreams now and then.

I miss it. You should go. It's one of the biggest adventures I have ever been on...as of today.

It's clean, safe, beautiful and most of all, rich with culture and pride. The people are poor, but not the poor we usually envision. They don't beg, they just don't want like "we" in the states want. They have enough...and that was very inspiring to me. I find great beauty in simplicity.

So yeah, me and my friend Chris decided not to listen to that big scary voice of the media, of the rumor mill, of just plain U.S history books and venture off to Cuba.

If I wonder about a place, a person or an idea...I head straight towards it...and trust.

No more seeking, no more doubt

For the last four years my intention for spiritual health was exactly that...no more seeking, no more doubt.  But there are the looming questions, how would I be, what would my life look like, how would I be in relationship to others, and most of all... could that be the end of all struggling?  Isn't life a big struggle most of the time? Is that the resolve of the human experience, my human experience? What I can say is when I am experiencing love in the true sense, the struggle is uplifted, it doesn't enter into my consciousness at that very moment. But I struggle for that moment every bloody second, I seek those moments, I doubt those moments. 

Today, my intention is to transform my perception.  The perception that there has to be struggle. It's like looking for the car keys when they're already in your pocket as you throw up the covers of the bed, look in the trash, and try to remember what you wore the day before. You stand there silently in the middle of the house thinking and then...you hear a very familiar jingling sound at your side...oh yes...you were in possession of them the whole time. That which I seek, I already have. 

Okay, now...what to do about doubt?

A little musical note

I love music that takes me to a place where I feel perfect. Where the world seems perfect and all that is in it. I want the music to draw me closer to the person I am listening with. In a land of good music, anything is possible.

On the house of course

An accessory to a conscious existence

This is the first post...formerly called entry...to my very own blog.  The word blog sounds very much like blah. Blah, blah and blah.  In all honesty, I don't have anything in particular to write, but just to write and see what comes forward.  These are the main subjects, issues, themes in my life:  Teenager in my life, addiction to sugar in all forms (agave, maple syrup, fruit sweetened, cane sugar, rice syrup...etc).  I should figure out again where on the tongue we taste sugar and put some numbing solution on it. Funny ha ha!  More issues: weight, exercise, spiritual practice, relationship, career and what the hell to do with my funky ass hair.  You know, being of mix ethnicity has been such a wonderful blessing...except...the hair. I have spent most of my life saying WTF am I going to do with it.  I step forward into acceptance and will use my super hold styling gel to keep me there.  Be right back.

"Insist upon yourself. Be original"  - Emerson