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Companionship Rules

One of the biggest aspects of our lives is the social aspect.  Some of us manage just fine being independent, and don’t mind being alone for long periods of time.  I think that is more of an exception.  Most people crave some social interaction and some people cannot stand to be alone at all.  I think that we can endure solitude much better if we have an active imagination, and can learn to enjoy mindfulness and thinking to ourselves.  This is a poem that looks at companionship and how soul mates may always be close.  When we meet someone, there is a reason for it – however powerful or not that may be. To me this is a concept about spirit: soul mates connecting in time – two personalities at least temporarily brought together as one.

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Companionship Rules

Healthy day with my most terrific friend,

Scenic view from the modest terrace ledge,

Rambling on about great stories of mine,

Making dinner at the best time to dine,

Hedge is taller – I can’t see my neighbour,

It’s just the season, I’m sure we’ll share more,

Chance meeting one day is a telling sign,

So, how are you doing?  Thank-you:  just fine!

Watch as the moment travels with the sun,

Through all night and through all of the weather,

What difference does it make, in the short run?

Whether we are alone – or we are together?

It’s clear to me that companionship rules,

But it’s hard to find peace with each other,

At times, being our own best friend is cool,

More nice to hear the voice of a lover,

The streets, a town, the city speaks of friends,

So close that the connection never ends,

The greatest of plans must start in one place,

On phone, in text, or expressed face to face,

Closest partners, discuss how they have met,

Rivers of stories, we’ll never forget,

Each one of us can share this moment – right?

Hearing ourselves:  all day and then all night,

How could it ever stop – this strong feeling?

You’re close to me, you’re the source of healing,

Just in the meantime, our closest love waits,

Everyone should know – we all have soul mates.

Last in line (blog)

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Sorry for so many blogs in a row.  Always trying to straighten out the mess from the last blog – even when it seems tidy to some.  It is a one-dimensional writer’s exposition that I strive to complete… on a good note.

For some circles, I have now talked about a variety of semi-forbidden topics.  Death, prayer, and spirit… Hardly fit for a scientific journal…  So how do I salvage this string of edgy, spiritual blogs?  Well of course with more of the same.  This one was in my head – kind of catchy… Hopefully it is not viewed as narcissistic.  I expect that this view and similar plans are shared by many people today – those that are concerned.  Still, it feels a bit hard to make a difference: watching it all happen (good and bad).  Then trying to play a part in keeping it healthy, creating happiness, preventing suffering – while each of us has his or her own life to live.  Yes the rhyme is directed to a far-reaching man, but this could also be a far-reaching woman.  It just rhymes better.

Simple ‘plan’ in lyrics here, but likely the most complex that faces the world today: getting ‘excess’ money and functions to be put usefully towards areas that need it – including providing the best possible scenario for those that are suffering – including ourselves.  The ‘best possible scenario’ could be determined by achieving the optimal level of co-ordinated efforts of those that are interested and involved. This would include solving problems as they arise, including poverty, disability and other areas where resources are needed.

Watcher

Where’s the far reaching man?

And I can tell the plan,

Just from knowing who I am,

Where I am,

What I am,

I can tell from where I stand,

That it’s getting out of hand,

I’ve got a better plan,

It’s who I am,

Where I am,

Here’s the plan:

We form the chain and when the weather changes,

We all pitch in, at different stages,

Can you afford to help at different ranges?

Give up the extras, your heart it gauges,

Use your head,

Don’t play dead,

Don’t break your bank or back,

But instead,

Be reasonable,

Not a bleeding heart,

But a healing soul…

Start with ideas…Build a resolve…

Reach out!!!  Real in.

Reach out!!! Real in.

Thoughts that Elevate

What is very ironic is the fact that sometimes the best wishes can be buried in misunderstanding,

Again how soon I have forgotten the unthinkable connotations that could be associated with a simple word,

Cry?  How weak are you?

I cry as the oceans heave,

My tears do not dry willingly, and they are not spoken of without passion and compassion,

The earth,

As if dust has blown in my eyes, and dirt in my face,

I search for fresh water to cleanse wounds,

He does not look forward to breakfast… He does not look forward at all,

He may die without help,

How sick is this man, who speaks of suffering and death like it is his own?

He must pray,

Others must pray for others, and reach out a hand – send their best wishes,

Buried,

by money and time,

If they have plenty, they must share,

To stop the bleeding, to stop the hunger and thirst,

Right beside you, or far away: someone needs,

It may be an addiction, an illness,

It may be a biological failure – part of the system,

Maybe in a society that has not come round to close the circle…

Of life,

To bring good life,

It may be your family, or a part of the global family,

Did you know we are all related?

It is written in our genetics,

It holds true in time and space, how near and how far we are, 

How much connection we have to the main frame,

Where it may be devastating and tragic,

Where are those that can do something about it?

Offer their contribution,

Money for water and food,

A cup of coffee for a forgotten friend or someone that has no warmth,

A word of encouragement for someone down on their luck,

A stamp on an envelope that sends help,

A thought that elevates,

You could be a saviour,

Karma will be thankful that you have reached out,

And given hope.

 

I really am trying to speak for a cause, but there are so many.  I could list websites and links to charity, but that would be like me choosing.  It is not hard to see in a newspaper, or right beside you: where help is needed.  Everyone has to do their part.  Often everyone, for at least a moment – thinks about it.  Just take it a baby step further.  Walk, the walk.

I’m doing a lot of talking,  My big cause in this blog is mental health, psychology and the arts.  I try to keep my world functioning, by also being committed to other’s wellness. Sometimes we can make the biggest difference just by taking one extra step.  Whether it is the cause that we address, or the effect. 

Mousetrap

If you read the last blog, you will see a point of view that is emerging – that all the drinking, and drugs that society engages in, is at least in part: an effort to join in and find spirit.  While this may be a large generalization – it seems that this is one reason why we might have a drink, or why someone might do a drug.  My point is that, we need to focus more on the inner-strength and beauty to avoid letting substance use become a crutch.  Also we really need to be able to connect our selves with others in a positive way.  When people can’t achieve this connection, they may try to hide or seek freedom in what can actually be a tight corner, that is more confining than the initial space.  It seems best to have clean connections:  Ones that are not fettered by substance use. This may be difficult.  When care and attention is taken to minimize these risks, some things may be permissible… IF health is not threatened. Moderation for substances like alcohol, coffee, nicotine, pot, etcetera is important for people that can afford this indulging.  Clearly: Some extreme forms of drug use can act as an impediment to a healthy world.  It’s what people choose, and what draws them in. It is unfortunate that people are put in the spot where they feel there is no where else to turn.  I think that if we co-operate with a drive to bridge gaps in communication and economics – addictions to substances may become less.  This is a complex bridge to build.  However: awareness of mental health and how that coincides with substance use may be a first step to help many people.  Once people are on the road to recovery, fair treatment, personal initiative and continued availability of the collective knowledge about health: can help keep the path clear.

This obligatory poem was written about some of the issues that can happen in substance use.

Mousetrap

 

Years ago I did something that changed my world,

For a moment thought I was back then for sure,

Dragged enough and jostled just a little more,

Things are said, I can’t forget,

I guess my actions were mislead,

I don’t mind, by this time,

But I still care about that long lost friend,

The dog won‘t attack,

 

Just last year I did something that changed my world,

For a moment thought that I was free and pure,

Dreamed enough and thought I could do much more,

Things were said, but instead,

I guess my actions were misread,

I don’t mind, how unkind,

But I still care about the cat that’s dead,

How can he come back?

 

Things they are reminding me,

Thoughts that still come to me,

Memories chasing me,

Only time can make me see,

It’s all coming back to me,

 

Just last night I did something that changed my world,

For a moment thought that I had found the cure,

Drank enough and wanted just a little more,

Things were said, lost my head,

I guess my actions were mislead,

I don’t mind, what they find,

I just don’t care about the rat I’ve fed,

He’s not coming back,

 

Things that are reminding me,

Thoughts that still come to me,

Animals just like me,

Now that I have set them free,

Will they come back for me?

Connecting

 

Cosmetic repair hides the seams of reality,

Our superficial nature glosses over with the need for stitches,

The need for buttons, zippers, collars, ties and fashionable statements,

Embracing the creation – the unnatural façade… 

Yes: enhancing,

But not realizing that the true being – the true form is beautiful,

Wild and rolling, like the sea against the sky,

And out into the spaces in between,

We are hushed by the script itself,

Forced to read within the lines,

And work too hard to share the perspective between all,

But not of all,

While the wall is built further with the bricks that are meant for the bridge,

Still we pile on the layers,

Where the path may never connect again,

We need to take those steps back, to reconnect,

Build harmony and melody to create the rhythm,

To find synergy…

Harmony has been lost,

Dissonance remains,

The strides we make: must draw on the inner-strength,

Beneath the skin, within the heart and spirit,

To find the shared space:

The collective energy,

Inwards and

Out again,

Overcome the wall, the trouble that seethes,

Past the sea, past the sky, past the earth and into the peace,

The calm:  the forgotten instinct – strong and free.

 

Listening to Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix – alphabetical on my ipod.  They had the right idea in a lot of ways.  Extremely unfortunate issues that took them too soon, and that still persist.  With care and attention we can develop the same values without the problems of addiction that devastate lives.  I believe that it is the need for spirit that drove them past the stop.  If the people with the more practical edge could see the need for a somewhat deeper connection with such energy, perhaps so many good people would not go out onto that limb… trying to reach out…. too far.

Awaking Terrified, Falling into The Calm

This is something that I started in the middle of the night –last night.  Waking up terrified and then working it out for a few minutes on my computer:

 

Have I traded hard work and suffering for suffering and hard work?  If I could be doing what I want to – I wouldn’t even care….But the Risk!!!   I have left the construction industry to chase the big dream: graduate school, poetry and a better world for all.

 

I mean my yearly income is about to be cut in half… or worse…

 

Am I nuts?

 

For what: A shot at creating some freaking sanity, and looking into moral values?  Ease suffering in the world?  Yes all of that.

 

I have felt secure in the moment.  What happens when the rug comes out?  I fall into the abyss and bring my family with me?

 

I am not a heretic.  Maybe I am an idealist, a hopeless romantic – At times even a radical, religious thinker?

 

Where is my place in this world?  Yes the most obvious to me: Father, with family, but Healer?  Leader?  Trade worker?  A good percentage of the time, my experience tells me:  I am connected to an understanding that a lot of people in this world ignore OR don’t care to know at all.  These experiences, this connection-  Studying art, spirituality + psychology (whatever you want to call it):  It seems useless and fabricated to some.  To me, it is necessarily divine and transcendental.  Ha!!!  Art?  Perception is in the eye of the beholder.

 

How do I put this to work, pragmatically and efficiently?

 

What will people say?

 

The hidden job-market:  in this case – the buried, locked-up and extremely rare job market.  Am I the guy for the job???  There is that doctor at a famous university that said flat out: a PhD should be within my reach.

 

I get it.  While my goals are quite serious:  They are quite lofty, and quite difficult to achieve.  I didn’t entirely choose these goals on my own.  In many ways, they have chosen me.  So what?

 

 

The writing below has added up over the last while. The obligatory poetry… Sorry to drag it out.  I want to share this, even if it faces epic judgement.  It is another conversation with rhythm.

 

The Calm

 

I’m celebrating the things that might be,

The future is so elusive,

Forever waiting, it seems so blurry,

You know that it’s absolute, right?

Just take your shot…

 

Charge me for what I have not received yet,

So certain and so positive,

You insist on getting payment up front,

So distant and affirmative,

I’ll get what I want,

 

Today, I’m up – Really sucks to be down,

Left so dead, and moaning,

Lost my head, and beaten,

Still the sun rises…

 

Roll over, to kill the alarm,

Rock down, here comes the storm,

Jump up to answer the phone,

Get down, if you’re all alone,

 

I’m celebrating the things that might be,

The future is an illusion,

Forever chasing, but it’s never here,

You will know it when the truth comes,

Just don’t’ miss it…

 

Trudging, crawling, and grasping at the chance,

Creatures below reflecting stars,

And that’s just how it turns into a dance,

Lightning, CRASH!!! A downpour begins,

And it numbs the fear,

 

Rhythm overtakes those that are shaking,

Burned right up with fever,

Wake all night, sweat it out,

Soon the sun rises….

 

Step up, to be so well known,

Get down, if you’re all alone,

Roll over to conform to the norm,

Rock back down, and find the storm,

 

See a bridge, leading up into the sky,

Hostile but attainable, we can make it if we try,

Surely I can get there, with a little sacrifice,

The future is certain, but there’s always a big price,

 

Not that all my thoughts are so foreboding –

Top of a mountain, expecting nothing,

Now my thoughts are careening, corroding,

The fact is: joy and pain can make you sing,

I’m celebrating the things that might be,

The true future may be waiting,

Forever taking what it just might need,

You’re only sure when you get there,

It’s just a balance…

 

Jump up, to reach all the heights,

Get down, who killed the lights?

Roll over if you can still stay warm,

Rock hard, to charge into the storm….

 

Hold on tight,

To what’s inside,

Hold on tight,

To your insight,

 

Fluorescent whites of their eyes –
I see their surprise –
Did you bring the supplies?

The emotions inside,

Insight, choice…

She has more beauty than the sun on the wings of birds as they fly in the sunrise or the sunset,

As it plays in the morning dew in the cobwebs, or dances with the ripples in the waves in the sea at the day’s end,

All day long a glowing presence,

And a clear sky at night, perfection wove in the cloak of glittering stars, and reflected in the lonesome moon,

A meticulous purveyor of good attitude,

And thought that I should follow you,

And thought that I should follow you…

 

When you find there is more than one way up,

Take a breath – then go take another look…

Repeat.

Creative nourishment,

No question:  Wonder,

Torn asunder,

Blasting down lightning and thunder,

Crashing like a storm,

Sinking like a cloud,

Buried, as in the fog,

Awakening as the sun burns through,

 

I’m celebrating the things that might be,

Elusive but still waiting there,

The chance is certain, just so absolute,

In real-time the storm never ends,

We charge into the future

Genetics in poetry

I am taking a course on genetics right now.  I think the following poem uses the vocabulary fairly accurately.  One question is about when polymerase forms.  Actually the couplet was reversed initially, so that the polymerase is present before the dividing of dna strands, but the accuracy of the poem as it sits may be debatable.

Very interesting studies…

Scientists are working hard to solve problems that have come down from our ancient ancestors.  Genetics can often provide ways of dealing with diseases that may affect us.  Of course much of the very specific behaviour and characteristics of our being is defined by genetics… in some cases: it is the main reason for attributes.  The same holds true in mental health.  The ways that we respond to stress and mental health issues can always be connected to genetics in some way.  It is the way we deal with our genetic make-up that can really help us with these given traits.  For example, by eating well, exercising, not abusing substances, sleeping well and practicing relaxation techniques – we can balance out problems that may arise from our genetics.

 

Genetic Advances

What is the energy that binds us all together?

Chemical electricity – Static through all weather?

Is it some kind of gravity that chains us to this rock?

Emotion can be binding, if molecules could talk!

 

Sometimes it can be- how much a pair really tolerates,

The answer could lie in the resulting polymerase,

Cause and effect that broke off one of the loose strands,

In dimmer days I had to think that it’s all been planned,

 

Out of the nucleus and into the space between,

Having learned exactly how it worked at the last scene,

Nucleotides times three in this clever biology,

To be tried by the ribosome to provide what we need,

 

The precision in this mystery creates proteins,

That keeps us moving, adapting – it can be so clean,

Sometimes along the way, reproduction changes it all,

X-linked, complex, autosomal – drastic starts out so small,

 

A rumour voiced so simple can turn so complicated,

With time science learns how this can be anticipated,

New found poise can allow us to prepare for the worst,

Mutant choice, no longer is necessarily cursed,

 

No easy answer can be expected in this case,

I would think that there is no need to have to save face,

People working on stronger solutions every day,

In an endless reaction, we make it work this way

 

 

 

Flower Child

A long time ago, I came up with the idea that love should be kind of an even thing.  Everyone deserves some.   Do we have the capacity to love our enemies?  Conceptually?

This kind of hippie consideration might make it easier for people to get along – even compromise.  Maybe then, in one home: disagreements, yelling, irrational insults and even divorce could unravel with the consideration for basic humanity: respect.

How can it help?  Well it goes to show.  Even if a couple may split up – a simple respect that involves effort and endurance, may make the aftermath a lot less messy.

You can’t love everyone like they are your best friend, or your soul mate, but you can love everyone, such that you treat them with the respect of humanity.  If that care for the human condition is cradled and admitted to, it can persist to stop battles – or at least reduce casualties.

I am trying to love you,

Don’t you have the time?

Are you locked in social convention?

As the clock is quickly dying?

I see someone trying to love me,

But I just don’t have the time,

I am burning up each single moment,

Still I yearn for what is mine,

Everybody needs someone,

Even if it’s just their self,

Economy and social battle fronts,

Prevent many from sacred wealth,

I am trying to love you,

Don’t you have the time?

Is that simple thought too sick for you?

Or is it healthy in your mind?

 

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Painting: Lee Matuga

Scenery Figures in Time

Buntzen Lake

The form of the beach is so finely determined,

The criss-cross of shoe treads looking like bird prints,

Even the far shore is alive with colour,

Lying fog more apparent on the other –

Side,

The channel right between where the mountains meet,

The hydro station past the green, buried deep,

These bright creations converge near the pavement,

As human nature wades in on the ancient –

Wild,

A strong tree grows from the hundred-year-old stump,

Some fishing boats troll for trout near the pump,

Engineering feats are often in these years,

World view that’s secluded – to me seems quite clear –

Now!

Planes above, dimensions are on level ground,

Beach view, city view – won’t change my reaction,

Bad mood, or good mood is where my action’s found,

It’s the natural social-species question,

Right?

How do we keep things from falling all over?

It’s what we receive from the environment,

We need confidence to keep it all rolling,

Strategies to handle what’s inside our head –

Right,

Everything around us has an effect,

If this lake of water has so much power,

It will change in time with the way we reflect,

As it has changed my time in the last hour,

Hey!

Right…

Right?

Now!

Wild side~

I had a chance to go to my ‘sanctuary’ today.  I need that time to think.  It is also calming for me to write, so before I made all my plans for work and chores, I took a bit of time to write the poem above.  You can actually hike way up into the mountains here.  There’s waterfalls – both natural, and part of the hydro system.  Up at the top – it feels more pristine, but the lake and beach are still inspiring and beautiful. B.C. eh?

The Concept of Sanctuary in Modern Society?

I have really been busy.  I am working hard to make progress to find a job that I have the training for, and in the meantime, while that’s not happening too quick: to make a job transition into something that actually suits me.  I had an interview with a previous employer today.  I would like the job, but I think we both have mixed feelings.  I hope to find employment that I can not only make money at, but also pursue my goals in education, psychology and mental health.  This would be opposed to finding the same types of work in construction that I have often hated over the last 10+ years.  Big problem with such a transition is: construction (as an electrician), tends to pay pretty well, whereas work in mental health and of course being a student does not pay well.  I have a family.

 

My views about compassion, honesty and psychology tend to be shut down at every corner – especially in construction.  How is it that helping people cope and find wellness will put me deeper in debt?  Why are these jobs – that often are very involved and in extremely high demand today – so poorly paying??

 

ANYWAYS, I saw a really cool poem the other day on this blog site regarding ‘sanctum sanctorum’, which I had just been reading about.  For that matter, I brought the idea of ‘sanctuary’ up in a class that day.  The question in our discussion was ‘What is something that everyone really wants (i.e. to help with mental wellness)?’  I say: ‘sanctuary’.

 

The poem below is from a collection that I have sent out.  The line: ‘Don’t tell me about your desires’ is not directed towards the audience.  Rather it is similar to what the job system and the looming part of society (that might not always be so compassionate)  might say to me.  I’m not complaining about all the individuals that make up society.  I am referring to the system that we are often a part of.  Some of us can rise above, or at least make a niche.  Sometimes we are forced to work on the front lines.   I’m not intentionally comparing myself to a soldier here (That is a position that I have the utmost respect).  The front-line also discusses some blue collar work – and for that matter: any difficult work.   I would offer my views to anyone that it could help.

People are busting themselves up to make ends meet (All inclusive).  I do put my body on the line.  Whine for the day: we have to deal with: Asbestos, dangerous voltages, fiberglass, toxic dust, working at heights, sharp, dirty and toxic materials often everywhere.  Boohoo for me.  Some have it a lot worse.  What I am trying to get at is ways to reduce stress.  If we cannot reduce stress, because we are being hounded and forced to get work done without consideration for mental health, without necessary relax-time and appropriate social treatment – then there is something wrong with the system.   I do have some ideas of how to fair well in this system, but they may not always work.  Mindfulness and developing realistic confidence can help.  Meditation is a way to escape for a while.

This is what I think a lot of us desire:  some form of escape and…. sanctuary.   Sometimes I think that our answers to this quest are unhealthy, partly because of the confines of “the system.”  Often drugs or alcohol are seen as the only escape.   I work and sometimes succeed in finding sanctuary in some places and some states of mind.  Not to say that I don’t have drinks, but I always remember ‘moderation’ and set guidelines like:  just a couple, no earlier than afternoon and not every day.  I would like to think I take a healthy approach.  If I can help others do the same and promote mental stability and wellness – this should also be a rewarding job.  Is this idealistic and ego-centric?  I don’t think so….

This poem does NOT really fit in to describe strategies in mental health, but it does describe how some of us may feel (in our need for sanctuary) and in some relationships.  It might just be way out there, in my personal collection.  I would not include this poem as a therapeutic tool.  Rather it is more for discussion that some of you may appreciate.  I would think that the poem is just a few crazy thoughts that some people can relate to.

 

Sanctuary

 

Every day I have rays of sunshine,

Rain

 

Blissful thoughts

Comforting spots

I want now

To take it all in

 

Deception and correction

Your truth

What it used to be

Changed when I asked

For the truth

 

Take it all in

The meaning and underlying truth

But what it seems to be

Might not be real

I need proof

Now

 

I want proof

Rigid construction

Of reality

Partial prescription

Of sensibility

 

Sometimes derailed

By psychedelic spires

 

Don’t tell me about

Your desires

Everybody wants their

Own perception

 

 

I am not sure just how aptly titled the poem is, but the closing line “Everybody wants their own perception” describes to me, the fact that many of us do really want that sacred personal space, where what we think and perceive is our own, or at least willingly, freely shared.