tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53762416083383201092024-03-08T10:57:07.560-08:00the other RalphAmidst all the madness, there is A New Way Emerging...look for the sparks and fan them..rpcdreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126492679970778515noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376241608338320109.post-19713684811459218202011-05-13T13:14:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:14:37.231-07:00i read the news today Oh Boy...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Listen up. The earth changes have arrived. </span><br />
<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Shit is rolling down hill rapidly and no one gets a raincoat.</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"> </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">We have entered a phase that has occurred on Earth maybe 4 or 5 times before. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">When you consider the planet is over 13 million years old,</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">we are talking "Power Ball" odds here. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">The next few years will bring about changes the likes of which,</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"> we can't even imagine.And, at a pace we are ill prepared for.<div><br />
</div><div>I have a few serious responses to suggest.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Get in the right seat on the bus. </div><div>Be nice. </div><div>Remember how important you are. </div><div>Make it fun.</div><div><br />
</div><div>These will soon be "the good ole days"!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Stop trying to make sense out of nonsense, just get with the program.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Enjoy your day, all else is madness.</div></div>rpcdreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126492679970778515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376241608338320109.post-85922673187534874852011-05-13T13:08:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:08:06.214-07:00for my daughter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><b>I had an amazing night to say the least. I even slept for 2 hours! </b></span><br />
<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><b>I awoke to an amazing Vision..</b></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><b>It was You were stepping on the Red Carpet at the Opening of our film looking outstanding with your Sinatra hat tight jeans and Wing tip shoes....</b><div><b>You had an electric smile and you were waving the Queen's wave.</b></div><div><b>Oh. and Childhood (by Beach House) was playing in the back ground....</b></div><div><b><br />
</b></div><div><b>I was awake but when i went to turn the lights on the switch didn't work.</b></div><div><b>Hmmm...</b><div><b><br />
</b></div><div><b>I also awoke to this odd realization about Shorty. </b></div><div><b>I realized he did something that all of the" Kings Horses"</b></div><div><b>and all of the "Kings Men" could not do....... </b></div><div><b>he put "</b><span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><b>humpty</b></span><b>" back together again!</b></div><div><b><br />
</b></div><div><b>The beauty is every where and all i can do is cry streaming tears of Joy.</b></div><div><b><br />
</b></div><div><b>Enjoy your day. All else is madness. </b></div></div></div>rpcdreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126492679970778515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376241608338320109.post-34959734571804325312011-04-27T09:22:00.000-07:002011-04-27T09:22:04.596-07:00i read the news today oh boy..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><br clear="all" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">i am considering entering the Presidential Race. </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">The "Donald" has been all over the media and is at the cutting edge of "culture as entertainment". </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">He is also seriously challenging and already severely challenged nation. There are aspects of culture which should remain sacred out of respect for their essnce and history. This is no longer the country my Grandfather spent all that time on a boat to get to and prosper. W have lost our way and are quickly on our way to be an embarrassing sibling at the next family picnic. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">So, i may as well have some fun and go for what i think could be a job i enjoy. I will be up front about a few things early in my campaign.</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">I will candidly admit I am doing this for some very selfish reasons. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">First, I don't like how i feel about my country and want that feeling to go away. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Second, i love to travel around on private planes and i abhor traffic. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Third, i will be asking Barrack Obama to be sticking around. He is a good guy. You can sense it. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">He is a genuine person, with a good and balanced story. The fact that he stepped into a dysfunctional "old boy network" system that his <span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc">numnuts</span> predecessor screwed the pooch (we the people being the 'pooch') with, </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">is not his fault. <span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">GW</span> was born and raised in that network, Obama was not. And, he knows how to listen and is a wonderful orator. He is also hip and relevant. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Something we should be as global citizens. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">If world really was was America (and it's NOT!), America should be the New Yorkers.<br />
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</div><div>Yes. this land that Don Corleone built his empire upon, has become it's very own <span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Freddo</span>. But, it's never to late to get in the row boat...</div></div>rpcdreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126492679970778515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376241608338320109.post-10288125334590637272011-04-26T18:16:00.000-07:002011-04-26T18:16:43.107-07:00walkingSo, I just returned from dinner with an old work colleague. Wonderful dialog.<br />
Mostly about her 15 day photo safari through the back country of Ethiopia.<br />
An out of the ordinary experience filled with all that life is.<br />
She shared of the three generations of woman doing a bridal dance<br />
adorned with bone bracelets and the garb of indigenous people.<br />
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The food was good, the wine was great<br />
but seeing this beautiful and brilliant being glow as she spoke and<br />
the joy she was feeling as she conveyed the essence of what she saw was immeasurable.<br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But measure it i did! I went for a 6 lap 45 minute walk around the lake just breathing and moving to the silently screaming rhythm of a distant South African dance. She gave me a spark.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> My walking meditation was the fanning. The beauty is lingering and the fire is ablaze.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Such is the power of 'going for a walk'. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I read Thoreau much of my life but today i connected to Him. Read his essay on Walking.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sometimes i walk and make believe i am Harry Potter and my body is my wand and six laps around creates a spell on the lake and leaves behind and uplifting energy to anyone who enters the path. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don't make fun till you have tried it. Contempt prior to investigation is unwise.</span></span></div>rpcdreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126492679970778515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376241608338320109.post-5426948253214340922011-04-25T14:46:00.000-07:002011-04-25T14:46:53.121-07:00Observation<div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I spent over an hour listening to my friend on the phone with <span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Comcast</span> trying to get her Internet connection working. To say it was not going well is an understatement. My friend was frustrated, impatient and repeatedly rude. The <span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Comcast</span> person did their best to keep the process going and achieve the end goal. At one point about 45 minutes in, my friend relaxed and began to breathe and even exchanged pleasantries with the human at the other end of the phone. She realized it was 2am in India and this person probably had a life that included some frustrations of her own and yet was doing their best to get this fixed. The entire energy in the room shifted, my friend smiled and the Internet connected.</div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Observation... the moment these two humans connected as such, the information flow between them became way more smooth, much more pleasant and ultimately more efficient and effective. </div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Connection is the first step in effective communication. Even with Comcast.</div>rpcdreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126492679970778515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376241608338320109.post-69990481887628052062011-04-21T04:38:00.000-07:002011-04-21T04:38:19.055-07:00<div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">On this, the day before my 54th B' Day, i have the same opportunity i have had for the last half century.</div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Basically, to make choices that are in alignment with my core values and make the corrections when i don't. I say 'and' because i have yet to have the perfect day. So, it's largely about correction.</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What i do have (that i am immensely grateful for), is the capacity for practice. </div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">With the tools now gathered and sufficient self awareness to know the blind spots i can meet life on life's terms and embrace whatever comes my way.</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And, like any one else that 'practices' something (be it a sport, an instrument or a tool), i have great days, good days and not so good days. Willingness is the key. That is something within my control. As is my attitude.</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Since the tendency for despair has been in me as long as i can remember, monitoring and correcting my attitude is paramount. That will be the focus of my practice today. As it is every day since i started this practice (20 of the last 54 years).</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">G-d heal my perceptions. Grant that i may have awareness to see the choices available and the strength to make the ones that serve the best for all involved.</div></div>rpcdreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126492679970778515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376241608338320109.post-71253618389316546702011-04-21T04:35:00.000-07:002012-01-12T11:05:11.183-08:00it's a new day filled with chioces & possibilities<div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">On this, the day before my 54th B' Day, i have the same opportunity i have had for the last half century.</div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Basically, to make choices that are in alignment with my core values and make the corrections when i don't. I say 'and' because i have yet to have the perfect day. So, it's largely about correction.</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What i do have (and i am immensely grateful for), is the capacity for practice. </div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">With the tools now gathered and sufficient self awareness to know the blind spots i can meet life on life's terms and embrace whatever comes my way.</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And, like any one else that 'practices' something (be it a sport, an instrument or a tool), i have great days, good days and not so good days. Willingness is the key. That is something within my control. As is my attitude.</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Since the tendency for despair has been in me as long as i can remember, monitoring and correcting my attitude is paramount. That will be the focus of my practice today. As it is every day since i started this practice (20 of the last 54 years).</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">G-d heal my perceptions. Grant that i may have awareness to see the choices available and the strength to make the ones that serve the best for all involved. I will keep you posted...</div></div>rpcdreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16126492679970778515noreply@blogger.com0