Movement Is Medicine

When was the last time you lost in a bird dog tournament?  Were you so confused about attending a Braves game and then playing with a league golfing on the Highlands course that you forgot what day it was?

A colonel's bedroom secrets often end up as a spouse's open lunchtime conversation.  Should I air out the details here?  Is that KP or latrine duty for punishment this time?  The brig only works once or twice.

To maintain a persona non grata attitude is difficult when one depends on seven billion people to get the job done.

To understand you know everything which means you know nothing is better than something and less than anything.

Yes, Jeff Goldblum, life finds a way, even in remakes of "The Fly," a strong reminder to stay out of the way of Geena Davis when she's aiming for a bull's eye.

When was the last time I snuck away for a quick bite to eat in Shanghai, my absence present, my presence absent and my glass full of prescient absinthe?

Do you know the value in cultivating relationships with body doubles created in the laboratory with no selfish personality?

Have you gone behind the curtain of states of energy yet?  I know you want to imagine "Matrix" but you're fenced in if you are.

Don't try to think there's got to be more than this.  Picture something less but something more complicated at the same time.

You might find it in ammonium perchlorate but you might find it in pixie dust, too.

Watch enough Westerns and you'll see a trend that'll help you get past the stereotypes and out of the scripted dialogue.

History is not the point.  Life in this moment is all we've got.  Don't spend time reimagining the past - simply live.

Talking with Alicia and Kelly at Hobby Lobby tonight while my wife was getting some cloth cut, I lived in the moment, observing the rows of fluorescent bulbs, wondering if they were ballasted and how much UV radiation they emitted onto customers.

They say that those with lupus or lupus-like symptoms are photosensitive and possibly able to burn their skin with UV radiation, usually from the Sun but also possibly from UV-emitting light bulbs.

My wife and I have toured a few facilities in town dedicated to caring mainly for the elderly - housing units for independent living, assisted living, and skilled (intense) nursing needs.

We've talked with many people, from administrators like Marsean to activity planners like Andrea, Karen and Kelly.

People are people everywhere.  Cindy and Raymond at Rite-Aid, for instance.  We teach when we share, no matter what we've learned about life or the backgrounds we call our own.

At Bill Penney Toyota today, I watched Adam and Carrie stay focused on customer care.  Nick, in letting us drive a Venza and an Avalon, was just as attentive and detailed as Charles in giving my wife and me the best possible service in our brief moment on the car lot.  Zach P passed by on a golf cart.  The service director paced the customer waiting area (manage by walking around?).  Master mechanics performed their duties like hidden magicians.  The trio of beautiful cashiers was a great end to an afternoon spent at the dealership.

Maddy at Carson's gave us the tableside attention we expect for dinner.

Observing is living.  Listening is participating.  Letting the echoes bounce off and through you is what we're here for.

I love the people I meet.  Sometimes I want more than others are willing to give and sometimes others want more from me than I'm willing to give.  A web of people attached to rubber bands, pulling and bouncing back and forth.

Are your moments yours?  Do you own your time?

I'm a crazy old fool who's seen more than he thought he should but went ahead anyway.

While I form a new persona to project here, the type of "I" still in question, I know how to massage messages so that what appears negative in this moment will become a bigger positive in later moments, ageless open secrets about energy transformation available for all to see.

Does a cornfield remember a passing tornado?  Do you realise these words already do not exist, having disappeared before your eyes, replaced by an illusion you perpetuate in your own unique way?

I apologise if I sound mysterious or mystical (or just plain vague).  I was recruited by a secret organisation when I was very, very young and told my only job was to open up the organisation's secrets, one by one, using ancient, obscure methods to give them to you very slowly.

Some secrets require building temporary subcultures that are the incarnation of the secrets in 3D form - the only way they can fully be explained.  Subculture creation and tending takes time, crossing over the threshold of many moments (most of them consecutive).

Seven billion people passing secrets out in the open.  I'll never complete my job.  That's why, like all of you, my life is but a segment of a bigger message being passed around.

I've recruited you to act as my agents of change.  Some of you understand your role in an instant and some of you misunderstand that the role I've given you requires no action or debt on your part.

I have our wellbeing in thought at all times, using humour as a protective shield for everyone.  Try to understand why the humour is here and do not be offended by what, on outer appearances (the surface), seems to be a slight or an insult - it is provided as insight, instead.

I have no power.  All the power rests in your hands.

One of my goals is to make barriers invisible for you to see what people are doing on the other side.  Rarely will you see someone who knows you.  Thus, an opportunity for friendship and cooperation await.

We are not perfect.  Give yourself time to acquaint yourself with the one someone has told you is the enemy.  See we are essentially the same, with similar wants and needs.

Don't we all want to raise our children safe from harm, giving them the tools and resources to create their version of a liveable civilisation, knowing it will never exactly match the one we created when we were the vital generation?

If a person or organisation dilutes the value of your personal belongings without your permission, you have the right to pursue restitution.  You also have a chance to increase the value of your holdings through combining your strengths with the one(s) who diluted them in the first place.

Listen to a wise saying: the easy path is not always the easiest.

Don't be a caricature of yourself.  Don't let the training imposed on you when you were younger define who you are.

Time to lay down this electronic pen and give thought to my new persona.

Hmm...the older I get, the more interested I become in the healthcare industry, both for self protection and the care of others... maybe there's wisdom in that thought.

Maybe that's where my new persona will show up.  Maybe...

The avant garde and cutting edge of today become tomorrow's norms, some say.  You know what they really mean, don't you?  Do I need to spell it out one more time?