sunday scribblings

So I got back from Big Sur  pretty  a few days ago and saw this prompt and the only thing I could think of is how awesome it is that all of us have the ability to create the “pod” or world that we experience.  I’ve been working on and with myself to have a more positive and creative outlook on life, so that my life will be as blessed as possible.  It was great to see that by just being myself and following my intuition on who to surround myself with I met people with like attitudes of empowerment and seeing life as a playground to be enjoyed and experienced.  So the analogy of the peas in the pod works well for me.  The “peas” that I surround myself with allow me to grow and flourish and be more connected to the world that I am creating, the “pod”. 

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I’ve already expressed my love for music in previous postings and I probably won’t be able to fully express the importance of music to my life and soul. 

Even though my prefered type of music is rock and roll I have been listening to anything I can get my hands on lately (since getting my palm a 1GB card and filling it with music).  I’ve really enjoyed the new Gnarls Barkley, and Kanye West as they do hip hop in a different way at least to my ear.  I also am enjoying the new Tool and some George Thorogood.  Selecting all the music on my palm and turning on the random option has really showed me how eclectic my tastes can be (Kanye West followed by Guns and Roses followed by the Science friday podcast).  I’m so addicted to having music fill my house I’ve been looking at finding a way to afford the sonos system so that every room in the house has speakers and is playing the same song throughout the house (mmmm  surround stereo house). 

My tastes have changed so much over the years and makes it fun to listen to some of my old cd’s.  I grew up on 80’s rock and roll (Gn’R, Metallica, Pantera, etc.) and moved on to punk rock in my late teens and early adulthood.  I spent most of my time in my early 20’s at punk rock shows (pitting of course), every weekend without fail me and my friends would go to a backyard or find a club playing some punk rock.  During that same time I was introduced to ska and reggae which I enjoyed as well and filled in on the weekends we couldn’t find a punk rock show.  Now I just listen to whatever I get my hands on (this habit is getting a little expensive) that I think I might enjoy, viva the internet for providing a resource to find talent I wouldn’t find otherwise.

Music plays so many roles for me it’s amazing.  From entertainment to escape from things I don’t want to feel at the time to deeping my feelings at the time the list goes on and on.  Even as I write this I have music playing the the background.  I’m so glad to be able to share it with my friends to discover what they enjoy an to share what I’m currently into. 

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Warning: I just got back from An Inconenvient Truth so I'm a little rilled up with us as a country right now (we'll see how that comes out).   Never the less you must go see this movie it is awe inspiring and very sobering, hell take a friend or a dozen it will be worth it for you and them.

Anyways on to the scribblings.

The question was asked : if you could have ANY mystery unveiled for you, what would it be? 

Why are we (as humans) so resistant to change?

Why do we continue down paths of self-destruction knowingly and willfully?  Why do we convince ourselves that another path is harder even if it is better for us?  I know in my personal experience that when I have tried to change myself in big ways and get away from an aspect of my self-destruction it was scarry and full of excuses not but afterward it was always worth it.  Why do I sometimes desire to be with my ex-lover knowing full well that we are both healthier spiritualy and emotionally now that we are apart?  Why does my father refuse to learn new skills to provide for himself and my mother now that he is older and not able to work in the same way he used to in the past?  Why do we as American's refuse to change the way in which we use the world's resources to make money?  Why do we still think that money can't be made while we preserve our earth, instead of devouring it like unthankful parasites?  Why do we still believe that recycling, reducing and reusing is inconveniet?  Why do some think that the earth has unlimited resources for us to use? Now that I think of it if I did KNOW for sure why we as humans get stuck so easily, would it change anything.  Would it make my own change easier?  Hopefully!  I am a realist (or skeptic, depending on how you look at it) and would regretfully have to concede that it might not change anything on a broad scale.  Knowledge may be power but the real change happens in the action. 

The opposite of that same question was asked : What do I want to remain a mystery?

Is there a God?

I don't want to know.  I've made up my mind on the subject and it keeps me driven in my own life.  I believe that if the world did know for sure all it would do is cause more strife over what I see now as a moot issue.  For me there is no god, at least not like the one I was raised with in my parent's christian household.  There is no god that will save me, only I can do that.  There is no god that punishes me for my actions, reality does a great job at that.  There is no got that has a master plan for me, that's my job.  He, she, or it is to busy doing something (like creating other worlds/universes) to have time to take our responsibility from us.  There is a god that gave us the privilage of living on this earth for a short time, take advantage of it you may not get another chance.  There is a god that created the wonderfulness that is our universe, earth and lives ; appreciate it as it is now for it will change or be gone in a instant.  There is a god that gave us our awesome ability to learn, adapt and create ; let us use our god given powers to do what he/she/it did: create a beautiful, symbiotic, self-sustaining  world.

To read about other people's mysterious world.

Well I've spent the last few days glancing at the various responses to the sunday scribblings (all of them interesting and inspiring).  They got me thinking on what/who was my first love and what they meant to me, and I decided to take it in a different direction from what I've seen.  So here it goes.

I was introduced to my first love by my dad.  He would have my first love over everyday from as far back as I can remember.  When I first met this eventual love of mine I thought she was just kinda wierd, a little cool, and noisy.  Little did I know how much solace, inspiration, comfort, entertainment, and power I  would get out of my first love.  I'm one of the lucky ones in that I still get to experience my first love all the time; just the two of us, with friends, with strangers. 

I remember having my first love over for a visit when I was four or five.  My parents didn't really approve of the way she dressed, talked about, or even how loud my first love could get.  Which was wierd because dad always allowed them to be noisy in his room.  I didnt' mind the rags she would trapse around in, or the wild hair he would sometimes show off.  I just wanted to be in the room with my first love, because she would accept me as I was and would inspire me to better my self. 

I remember walking to and from school everyday with my first love.  He would talk with me about: love, politics, religion, fustration, work, freedom, anything, and everything.  We spent many months on the subject of religion.  We talked about what it meant to me, on what it looked like to him, how he practiced, how I didn't like the way I was taught to practice.  The more I heard how my true love practiced his spirituality the more I wanted to practice in the same way.  Today I experience god the same way my first love does: my way, the right way.

As I got older and bought my first car I immediately went to go see my first love put on her many performances.  I would get all dressed up to go see her with my friends.  I would drive (some weekends) hundreds of miles to see her.  My friends and I always enjoyed seeing her, and were never disapointed with her performance.  She had moved on from her rags to wearing well tailored clothes and she was even louder now than before.  My dad couldn't complain about my first love because I would go see her at her house and she always liked it louder. 

Now that I'm older I don't visit my first love's house as much as I would like but they still come over to visit regularly.  Just like all the love I've experienced in my life I've been disapointed with my first love at times but I've experienced so much pleasure around them that I have no business complaining.  I've also spent more and more money on my first love as I get older and they have always graciously accepted and returned dividends beyond any amount of money I've put out. 

My entire life has been experienced with and through my first love.  I can't imagine my life with out it.  My first love has made my world a better place.  It has changed my mind many times and given me insight in other people's worlds.  My first love has been there when I have cried, loved, felt rapture, been drunk, danced, sung, and laughed.  I share my first love with friends and strangers with hope that they can experience some of the things that I have with it.  I count myself lucky that I've have this love affair with it and always can find a new and interesting aspect of it.  My first love is always changing for me, showing me new aspects of it self.

Meet My First Love: Music

To read about other's first love check out Sunday Scribblings.

"Music is like a drug when you hear it you have a vision and your vision can change over time or stay the same….  If you're watching a music video and it's exactly the same as your vision, Kill yourself."  Lewis Black (comedian) 

The suggestion this week from the Scribblings is to write something about My three wishes so I'll get down to it

  1. That peace, and compassion were our only options when dealing with each other. This is actually stolen from a friend of mine.  We had a conversation about what would the world look like if this were our only options.  I know conflicts might take longer to resolve (maybe not if we had no other choices).  How amazing the world would be.  Our current state of affairs in this country would be so different, I can't imagine what our government would be focused on; Health care for all, Ridding the world of famine, Ensuring that the entire planet had clean water and food, Ensuring that those who toil in labor are recogized for their blood and sweat instead of tossed aside and used up.  I know utopian and slightly crazy but they're my wishes and I've got a good Genie.
  2. Make preserving, saving, and maintaining our enviorment profitable. This would so dramatically change the way that business and us as consumers interact with the world.  I believe that eventually in the near future that we as a planet wil have no choice but to have a way of doing just this.  It's just sad that we will have destroyed and damaged our planet so badly for this to happen.  I read an article the other day on how there are some economic theories out there on how to do just this, essentially give value to our natural resources and make them valuable enough that they can be sustained rather than stripped.  I know further craziness.
  3. That integrity and truth were our only options when dealing with each other. The problems that I experience in my life with other peolpe seem to stem from people's fear of just being truthful about themselves, their wishes, or their needs.  It amazes me sometimes the corner I can paint myself into because "I don't want to hurt someone else's feeling" or "I don't think it's the right time to talk about this subject".  Really all those statement are an excuse for me to LIE to somebody about myself, about them, about my circumstances, or about my needs or wishes.

Well there are my wishes.  I know they won't be coming true tomorrow so that's why they are called wishes.   Oh and if i were to just wish for myself : 

  1. To be happy with what I have.
  2. To meditate daily.
  3. To have the knowledge and fearlessness to own and operate a business that allows me the time, and resources to visit every part of our wonderful planet.

Thanks again to Sunday Scribblings for your inspiration, and giving me something to look forward to writing about on the weekends.