Wandering in Grateful Amazement

In the 2004 film, What the #$*! Do We Know!?, there is a scene where the female lead, Amanda, is waiting for a subway train. While waiting, she sees a demonstration of the work of Japanese Doctor Masaru Emoto who has had remarkable findings working with simple water. Dr. Emoto explains that by simply adding written words to the outside of a water container, we can change the crystalline structure of the water within. Now, we've all been told to be careful what we say, that our words have consequences, but this was a new spin on that. In the 2006 book and film The Secret, the statement "Thoughts become Things." is made more than once. As I began to assimilate this information and put those ideas together in my mind, I reached a disturbing conclusion. If water can be turned black and vile by simply writing "I hate you" on the bottle, and if thoughts can indeed become real things, then what we think and say can seriously affect our health and state of being! Another well-known doctor, Bernie Siegel, has been saying that for over thirty years. Dr. Siegel has had remarkable success in treating cancer patients with nothing more than their thoughts. Then it occurred to me... No wonder there are so many people with serious illnesses in western society. We are in a constant state of agitation, bombarded by negative images from our televisions on networks such as CNN, negative news on the radio, negative topics in our conversations and the music we listen to, all of which is happening as we eat our meals and drink our water/milk/tea/coffee/whatever. We are literally ingesting negativity into our bodies with our meals! The Secret also mentions "an attitude of gratitude"... of mentally giving thanks for what we have, even if it's not yet all we want. So why not adopt an attitude of gratitude (a sincere one) with our food and water? Perhaps we can change the molecular structure to something more positive and beneficial. Maybe in this way we can reduce the amount of sickness in our bodies and minds. Once that is done, it will be easy to bring peace to our planet and learn to love one another instead of always starting wars to kill each other.

~Still Wandering...

Wandering Through a mass of Self-Despair.

It happens every summer.... I reach late July and start to panic. In a few days it will be August and after that, summer is officially over in this part of Canada. Oh sure, we get nice weather, but all the camp grounds close, trout season closes.... All summer activity ceases and the schools re-open. Forty-some years ago I didn't make those distinctions; summer was just one long bicycle ride. Myself and the guys in my neighbourhood would ride from sun-up until after dark, riding as fast as we could to nowhere special. Once a month or so we would take a lunch and head off to some distant destination for a change of pace and scenery. It wasn't unusual for us to put nearly fifty miles a day on our rides. Today, I can hardly ride at all, my knees hurt, my butt doesn't like the seats available on modern bikes, and my cardio-vascular system pumps and wheezes like some old steam heater in a Dickensian factory. To quote Garth Brooks (and this is probably the only time I will...) "I'm much too young to feel this damned old!"

~Still Wandering

Wandering in the post Love Wasteland.

1967.... Yeah, I remember.

It was summer and I was sitting outside on the front step, listening to my pocket radio. (Still a pretty hip device for its time) They had just played "San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)" by Scott McKenzie when the announcer came on and said "Well folks, it's official. It has just been announced that this is to be known as the summer of love!" At that moment the Wanderer in me was unleashed. I wanted to go immediately to San Francisco and wear flowers in my hair. I wanted to see all the great bands living there: The Grateful Dead, The Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother and The Holding Company with Janis Joplin, even the names seemed exotic. The marches of opposition to the U.S. involvement in Viet Nam. I wanted to go... But I was twelve years old and had to babysit my dumb sister who was two! So I couldn't go. But the ramifications of that announcement reverberated through my soul like a speedball in my brain. Love... The Utopic dream of a whole displaced generation of baby boomers. I looked at my sister and thought, "You're so lucky. You're going to grow up to live in a world that knows no war, no hatred, no racism..." When I told her about that evening many years later, a tear fell from her eye as she said, "It's worse now than it was then."

The troops were pulled out of 'Nam in the early '70s and our music gave way to disco, (shudder) and then punk, rap, metal and all their variations and sub-categories. In the '90s the U.S. went back to war. This time in the Middle East, and the enemy was not communism but oil shortages. Here we are, 40 years later and the U.S. is back in the Middle East, once again to gain dominance over the oil industry. The music has morphed into something dark and sinister, albeit with an occasional hint of the glory days when we all believed peace could really happen and love could steer the stars.

~Still Wandering.

BlogNog...

Should I blog? Why would I blog? Would a dog Blog? Can I blog in the fog?
Is a blog safe in smog?
Like a waterlogged log? Can it jump like a frog?

Is it easy to do? Can I do it like you? Should I have one or two?
Be it fiction or true?

So before I partake, should I be more awake? Are there steps I must take?
I am sure I can't fake, will it be a mistake?

While this may make no sense, (in the now, present tense...)
In my humble defence, I admit I am tense. So I sit on the fence.
Will your answer come Hence? I am feeling so dense.