Settling In

Until this morning it would not have occurred to me that a change in perspective could or would create a change in me. Now, wait a minute, that statement is completely counter to everything else I have said over these past 4 years (and TWO whole blog posts)!! But see, I thought that I had changed my perspective. Had I? Does this 180 degrees take me back to where I started? Hum?

Anyhow, didn't expect to get caught in that loop. What my thought really was is that the juicy fun that is and should be our life experience must be believed in. One cannot know that and expect the fun while simultaneously assuming that everyone else is not on the same path. I must trust that those whom I have chosen to share this journey are also yearning for the juicy, messy, hard fun.

Even as I hear the bantering/bickering downstairs of father and daughter that had been absent for 4 days while Hub was away. They just have a different way. It's all good. Or at least I can't change it, force it, will it to be different. I can be who I am. They can be who they are. And somewhere there is harmony. I just have to let it be.

contemplative communication -- a revolution?

One post per six months . . . that's great communication. Perhaps that's not sarcasm, but honesty. Do we really all need to communicate constantly and instantaneously? Such communication is a modern, electronic phenomena. Before, long long ago, remember a pen and paper? Sitting at a table by a window composing thoughts and handwriting them on stationery? What was written was not a moment to moment account of oneself but rather a contemplative dialogue that one hoped would compel the recipient to pen his or her own reply. The process took at least a week.

A week!!?? That's crazy. At the pace of life today, I don't have any idea what I was thinking yesterday. How in the world would I even care what was happening last week?

But, if you really think about it, the whole of life, the process, is what makes us who we are. It's not the two minute conversation at work that leaves us feeling devalued in its immediate aftermath that matters. It is how such conversation is internalized, analyzed and synthesized into who we are that is important. Ranting passes agitation on; contemplation passes on growth.

Turns out that growth, at least in my opinion, is a lot more fun. Sure, there are close friends who will hear the rant, but usually not until at least 45 minutes of running has passed. After 45 minutes more, the agitation will have passed for both of us. Such communication is open, honest, mutual, and in person.

Electronic ranting is impersonal and scary. Who knows where it goes?

Dr. Wayne Dyer has a new book out interpreting and communicating the Tao. I have not read it, but have heard Dr. Dyer talk about it extensively on his radio show. He is completely correct, one's thoughts indeed create one's reality. Positive thoughts and the processing it takes to attain positve thoughts are key.

I have come to think of the electronic communication realm as our collective thoughts. Geez, they take up enough bandwith that the air must be full of them. Can you imagine what influence it would have on us all if bandwith were reserved for positive discourse?! It's kind of like the studies that show that 10 percent of a community joining in meditation can impact the whole community. What would 10 percent of the folks who choose to communicate instantaneously choosing instead to communicate only after thinking do to the world?

blog beginning

Wow! The thought of a blog carries with it so many opportunities . . . my voice in the ether! At this point, I have no thoughts on a central blog focus. The title, "Tara's Taxi," is somewhat reflective of my rambling thoughts. Lots of dimensions here.

The basic ground rules for my blog, I think, will be to communicate my thoughts in a way that can potentially take others for a short trip, so that at the end of the road, my mind will be clearer and (perhaps) the reader will feel a little more well traveled as well. It's a journey.