Rambling Roads 🏵

I was listening to Two Guys on Your Head the other day on my way home from work and they were talking about the power of words, something I think about a lot.     They were saying that if we choose to identify with the “resistance” or even “deconstructing,” we are actually limiting our choices to reaction and therefore letting someone else dictate our actions.     We lose the power of agency, of defining our own reality.     Toltec shaman teachings as taught by Don Miguel Ruiz talk about the conscious dream, the dream of the planet that we are all a part of.     We are all dreaming while wide-awake.     But what do we do with that dream?     We may not have control of the ingredients that the universe provides each of us on our journey, but we do control what we do with them.     Do we curse the stars and waste it away?     Or do we make art?     Do we become co-creators with the universe, with th...

I’m watching James gently exorcise the demon out of my dog.     He’s a grumpy old chihuahua with high anxiety.     He chokes himself on his own collar and squeals in pain like his life is in danger even though James is merely holding him by the scruff.     I cringe at a distance watching James patiently subdue him, lying him gently but firmly on his back to exert a dominance that should be obvious given their 200 pound difference.     Watching this drama play out before me, I realize it is all the more ironic because all James is trying to do is give him a bath! But isn’t this exactly what I do?  Fight imaginary demons in my head.  Twist, growl, and yelp when actually the universe is simply massaging out the kinks in my muscles so that they can be soft and supple again, so I can regain my range of motion.  In a way, the universe is generously showing me where I still have work to do, where the knots a...