I once wrote an essay about empathy. I wrote how it is the most organic foundation for gaining knowledge. It's the path to understanding. It's also the key to communication. Words can be misleading sometimes... so feeling what another feels (empathy) is "the bridge" to understanding, instead of trudging through the mucky swamp beneath the bridge that are words and explanations.  I'm very sensitive to the energies that surround me. Or, I at least practice the art of it.

Oh i'd have to go with people. I'm a connoisseur of people.

Also, coffee...sorry to share the bench with you Lars...being a barista forces me to do so. I love me some good coffee.

Last night, standing in the middle of my living room. Couches, a chair and one of those exercise balls were my surroundings. In and on those surroundings, my friends. Illuminated by the streetlights outside that were shining through my three giant arched windows, my friends and I take turns telling sotries, fact and fiction. A lot of "what if" stories. We act all of the time and I see these moments as the moments I will look back on when I am older and wiser. These are the moments I will appreciate the most. Just enjoying each other.

I write, and look to my teachers for help.

Pleased with Rebecca, the wind swooped up fallen life to give to her. A mixture of turned leaves; yellows, reds, greens and browns. Swirling around her body as if to embrace her with a hug. The leaves that had yet to fall from the trees would just wave to her, which sounded like whispering to each other. "What are they saying?" Rebecca asked herself. Families of clouds passed with no concern for the people and life below, but also no resent for them. The occasional miniscule cloud falling behind due to curiosity of what was below. The young are always so inquisitive.The sand, ocean and people, fifteen minutes away holding their daily meeting at it's usual spot. Some people call it the beach. Rebecca just called it Fort Popham. The meeting at Fort Popham. Beautiful. Every now and then the sun would make it's appearance at those meetings, the clouds would continue their daily routine as well, the sand and water pushing each other back and forth with the only peace bringer being the people. It never gets out of controll though, neither the sand or water is aggressive enough to really start fighting. By the end of the day the two usually come to an agreement and settle. For they know when the peace bringers are gone, something terrible could happen. Finally in the evenings, Rebecca would sit to think. She thought about roads and feilds and the sky and the beach. She thought out poetry, and maybe writing some...she never did. She thought about how harmonous everything truly is. She thought about saying thank you...so she did. Everynight she would thank the planet for being the way it was. In return a small cloud would pass over the moon, a leaf would fall into her lap from the tree she sat beneath, and the wind would gust along the road afar,  visibly kicking up sand as it would speed down the road.


I'm fond of re-posting my group posts into my blogs...solely for the sake of sharing and feedback. What do you think?

As opposed to cats, curiousity does not kill us. What fuels our entity is the unknown. The want to know, experience, love, be loved, be intimate, think, kiss, taste, hear, feel and see. Then once we experience these very intimate sensations, the power they weild is so potent that to let them go is not even an option. We only want more; this is the beautiful side of selfishness, because these wonderful things can only give. What this essentially leads to is growth. Perhaps, what makes us alive is the simple notion that we should live like death were the end. Take from this life what we can, because on our deathbeds we'll never say we wish we had loved less, or was less passionate, or less curious. What makes us alive are the very things that come along with the package that is life.

A group effort. Whether or not people intentionally work together, it takes teamwork. I've learned that the cliche "time heals all wounds" may be true. It may not. Healing really means progress, to me. We are all healing. Together we help each other achieve this. It does take time to improve one's self, I suppose. I'm still learning about it because I am not perfect or "fully healed" I guess. I suppose I will never be healed. There is still a lot that I do not know about it. A lot that I can only learn by healing itself.

The thing about healing is that no matter what it is derived from...an injury, a death, a feeling...it is good. Always good.

Dear World,    
     I feel light. Weightless, in fact. Like...a music note. I float along, pleasing those who listen. Some may not like the music I have to offer, but that is okay. I am still here for those who like my melody. I contribute.

     In the last week I've had two people, who shall remain nameless out of respect for privacy, who have come to me with great thanks. Thanks for helping. For opening a new door for them. For freeing them from themselves, for just a moment.
     I am like a rising ember from a fire, rocketing into the air, shining. Thank you, to those who counted on me to help them. This is what I am here for. Know that I am learning as much from you as you are from me. :)

Nostravia.
-John

It can be hard to take your own advice. Today two certain people made me feel selfish, when any other day, the situation would have been normal.
     The problem lies here, we both wanted the same thing, but it was my right to take it. Generally speaking, "it" can be anything, in this case it really is unimportant. Also, if I wanted to, it was my right to give "it" away. I chose not to give "it" up for my own reasons. The other people had good reason to have "it" too, although, today I felt like I truly needed it. I thought about comparing their reasons with mine, and it seemed to balance out. I am not cold hearted, if it was something the other party involved truly needed for an emergency, I would have given it up in a second. What I'm saying is that we were both on the same playing field. Neither needed it more, it wasn't even worth the thought of quabbling over.
     I understand that everyone needs and wants things, but I feel a person shouldn't have to feel guilty for looking after themselves sometimes. I guess it is just the way I am. Does feeling guilty mean that you are? (Good QaR, haha.) I try not to be selfish, I truly look out for people. I believe that there is a good way of being selfish, which is when the result enriches your life. The bad way is when you're preventing someone else from enriching theirs (life).
Today is going to be a learning day for me...I am excited, yet nervous to what I might find.

Any thoughts?

Sweet thoughts

like molasses

slow

malleable, in my palm.



I posted this in the HAIKU Group, not much feedback, so it is here now. :) Me loooves the feedback.