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The Sun Goes Up, The Sun Goes Down

Friday, March 21st, 2014

I’m not sure whether Scroll IV of The Greatest Salesman in the World has arrived in harmony with my current events, or whether my reality is trying to copy the near manic-depressive cycles Og alludes to in the scroll, but the timing as always is perfect.

The past two months have humbled me and splashed a cold dose of reality on what I had been feeling was a confidently effortless progression of the first three and a half months of the MKMMA.

Recent events are constantly challenging my new inner poise and composure, and I find myself continuously restarting the mental diet. Perhaps the awareness that I do need to restart the diet illustrates progress from who and where I was back in September.

This week’s addition of the Law of Least Effort to our daily experiences has taken this all to a new level. I find that there are situations where I seem to be applying the qualities of acceptance. Responsibility and Defenselessness completely unconsciously, where perhaps in the past I would have been more critical and opinionated.

But it’s the times where I find myself catching my reactions and consciously applying these three steps that give the most pause. The more challenging the situation the greater the effort I need to apply to cause myself live within these principles.

Isn’t that a bit of a contradiction – the greatest effort to experience the Law of Least Effort?

As always this just illustrates that we’re on a continuing, evolving journey, not arriving at some final destination. Whenever we find ourselves complacent in having achieved some level of consciousness that’s the Universe’s cue to remind us that there is no such condition in life as static equilibrium. we are always in motion, and if we’re not intentionally moving forward we’ll soon find we’re falling backward.

The one thing I find I can latch onto in these challenging events is the realization that I’m being presented with new opportunities, and by focusing on finding what and where those are I tend to accept and not defend almost naturally. Not so much by “not doing” the thing but that by concentrating on looking for the opportunities I ignore the demands of emotional reaction and opinion, and by doing so, those thing dissipate.

All the way back to the beginning – what we give attention to grows, what we ignore atrophies.

Maybe somewhere deep inside all of this chaos the progress of the past five months really is there at work …

 

 

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MKMMA Week 22 – A Capitol Idea

Saturday, March 8th, 2014

The recommendation this week to spend three days in silence is extremely appealing to me, especially as the current events in my life pretty much preclude it happening at the moment. Too many activities that require human communication.

True, that is a choice, and I could choose to ignore those activities and retreat to a prolonged silence, but I would most likely not be pleased with the long-term outcomes of that choice. So I choose to do those things now, and look forward to days of solitude in the months ahead.

Instead I’m using the “power nap” approach, finding silence where and when I can, 30 minutes here, an hour there. Sometimes in the most non-traditional places.

Most people have at least heard of the Capitol Beltway, that 66-mile ring of pavement surrounding Washington, DC. You can drive around the nation’s capitol in circles for hours and even days and never go anywhere; most appropriate for a ring around THIS city. I suspect its original intention was to try to contain the inmates within the confines of Washington, but that never worked.

So it’s now the most direct and occasionally convenient route for intercourse between Maryland and Virginia, allowing us all to bypass having to drive by the White House and be strip searched by Homeland Security every time we need to run an errand across the river.

On Wednesday, following my meeting in Virginia, I got on the Beltway to return to my home in Maryland. Entering in free-flowing traffic, at what is pretty much the last place on or off before reaching the Potomac and the bridge to Maryland.

And braking with everyone else just a short distance later (though beyond sight of the road I had just come off, where I still had a chance to take an alternate route). All four lanes at a complete standstill.

I turned on the traffic radio just in time to hear that “the big story today is the jack-knifed tractor-trailer just before the American Legion Bridge heading from Virginia into Maryland.” Blocking all four lanes. Making it a less convenient route at that moment.

The road sign along the highway declared “GW Pkwy 2; Potomac River 2-1/2”.

Miles, not a score. No one was winning this day.

So there I sat, 2-1/2 miles behind the accident that blocked my path home, with no way to get off the Beltway.

But an interesting thing happened. Or, perhaps I should say I made an interesting choice.

Rather than fuss and fume and restart the mental diet every thirty seconds as I would have done in the past, I realized, “I’m going to be here for a while, alone in the car – looks like a great time for an extended sit”.

That hour and a half silence, as well as several other extended sits this week, together with last week’s conversation on thinking Big Thoughts, has caused me to reconsider my DMP much more clearly.

I realize that previous attempts at re-writes were always still just rearranging the list of “things”, rather than focusing energy on the core purpose. I’m now in the process of a much more meaningful re-evaluation of the DMP, a leaner, cleaner more concentrated look at the true Big Idea behind it all.

But I’m still going to be sure I tune in to the traffic report BEFORE I get on to the Beltway from now on.

 

 

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MKMMA Week 21 – The Magic of Thinking Big

Saturday, March 1st, 2014

This was one of the earliest self-development book I read, shortly after my initial introduction to Think and Grow Rich, thirty-some years ago. David J. Schwartz’ book was a bit fresher and more contemporary at that time (and on reflection, so was I) but the core concepts are still valid and are what has raised the book to the self help “classic” level.

I wasn’t familiar with Haanel at the time, but Schwartz clearly sought to re-interpret the concepts in The Master Key and Think and Grow Rich, as have most self development speakers and authors since then.

Perhaps this isn’t so much a case of trailing along on the skirts of the classic as it is a testament to the concepts presented by Haanel and others as being fundamental to who we are and how we work as humans. Many if not all of the thoughts expressed by Haanel are found in philosophies and teachings dating back to early Christianity, Judaism, the ancient Greeks and before. (And yet here we are, three, four thousand years later still trying to figure it and ourselves out.)

One of the concepts not so much introduced for the first time but emphasized in chapter 21 of The Master Key is that of thinking big thoughts. That large ideas tend to over shadow smaller ideas, both eliminating obstacles to our realizing our objectives. This goes back to and reinforces my observations of recent weeks, that focusing on trying to consciously figure out the “how to” in achieving our ideals stands in the way of realizing the larger ultimate goal.

There are times when I begin reading a new weekly chapter that I feel like the content is repeating ideas already introduced. Then I realize that yes, most or all of these ideas have been present in the teachings since the early chapters, but it’s our growth, our unfoldment that causes us to be ready to fully appreciate and internalize them as we grow.

“When the student is ready, the teacher appears” has a great deal of validity. We’re ready to apply concepts we’ve been exposed to all along once we’ve developed to the point that we can understand them.

I know that book is somewhere back in the far reaches of my bookshelves. Maybe it’s time to dig it out, blow off the dust and give it another look (if the ages don’t crumble!)

 

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MKMMA Week 17 – Thank You, Brother

Friday, February 7th, 2014

Yes, these posts will be a little out of order – I’ll do my best to put them up in some semblance of chronological sequence. After working the Washington Auto Show for the past two weeks with no time to write (and barely time to think!), they’re all in my head and trying to get out at the same time. Guess I could have worse demons.

 

One of the activities I participate in during my annual Washington Auto Show photography project is working with the “celebrities” who make appearances to draw attendance to the show.

Over the years I’ve had the opportunity to meet and interact with a number of sports personalities, television stars, wrestlers (always the biggest draw in terms of fans!) and the famous, once-famous and near-famous in various walks of life.

Here’s one thing I’ve learned – drum roll please – they’re people. And just like any other group of people you’ll likely encounter, each has their own unique personality.

Some are truly star-struck by their own popularity. Some are humble, simple people who turn on the character when they’re on. Some are a bit aloof and blasé and maybe a bit too fond of themselves. Others, the majority, are there because they truly love the attention of the fans, and clearly adore them as much as the fans adore the stars.

This year I had the unparalleled pleasure of working with Kevin Mack and “Horny Mike” two of the cast of History Channel’s “Counting Cars”.

That’s Counting Cars, on the History Channel, Tuesdays at 9:00pm Eastern. I know this by heart because that was the consistent plug they put in to anyone who might have been a little fuzzy as to who they were. Always delivered with a grin and a chuckle, but – always – delivered. Always promoting.

Telling everyone they meet who they are and what they do. Where have we heard that concept before?

These two guys are as real on the show and off, and are perhaps two of the most genuine, sincere people I’ve had the pleasure to meet. The show is in the “reality TV” genre, and as Kevin put it, about 5% of what you see is show for the entertainment value, but the other 95% is everyday real life. With or without the cameras rolling.

They both admit that the show has put them in a position of celebrity neither would have ever imagined, and they are truly grateful for that. The show is an spin-off from History’s immensely successful “Pawn Stars”. All the guys from the various shows have know each other from long before the TV days.

Horny Mike – Mike Henry, though you have to dig a little deep to pull that out of all the online bios – has carefully crafted his persona, even before the show. Mike is the airbrush paint artist on the custom paint side of the shop. His moniker comes from his penchant of painting (and putting) horns on anything he gets the chance to.

His character is the young, silly, goofball wild and crazy guy. And while he may be a little wild and fun, he’s anything but a silly goofball. He spent years creating and fine-tuning his character, down to his trademark – and I do mean literally trademarked – horn headband, name and accoutrements.

It’s all part of his long-term business plan. Yes, the character “Horny Mike” has and is the result of  a carefully crafted business plan. Anyone else sensing the elements of a DMP in here?

What really cause these two to stand out from everyone else I’ve met is the way they interact with the people who’ve come to see them. First off, the main star of the show, Danny “The Count” Koker was originally slated
to appear at the show. He came down with a serious case of flu at the last minute and asked these two to come in his place. Most if not all the people who were in the crown had initially been disappointed when Danny came off the schedule, but had come that night specifically because they learned that Kevin and Mike would be there in Danny’s place.

Many of the celebrities will make small talk with the fans as they come up to meet them, usually talking about their show (the actors), the game (sports figures), the big show (wrestling – truly an entertainment experience).

Kevin & Mike engaged everyone in a personal conversation, wanting to find out about them. In the end I felt like I’d spent two hours in their living room with several hundred of their closest friends.

And every time – every time – someone ended with “thanks for coming out to be here” Kevin’s and Mike’s instant, unwavering reply was “Thank You brother – you’re the reason we are who we are.” Total, sincere gratitude for what they have and for the people who make it happen.

And I’m extremely grateful to have met these two fantastic people.

 

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MKMMA Week 16 – Insight and the Ideal

Friday, January 17th, 2014

As I’m re-acclimating to the daily tasks of life back here after my ten days in Guatemala, I’m finding that the conversation on clarity, the precision of words and Insight in part 15 of the Master Key is flowing seamlessly into part 16’s observations that wealth has value only in its exchange value, and the necessity for clear visualization of your ideal.

No doubt another of those many “coincidences”, I found that being in a different environment, and especially one that is in reality part of the fulfillment of my DMP, seemed to open my thinking to a more focused and accurate vision.

We’re used to thinking of what we want in dollar amounts – what is necessary to acquire those things. Being immersed in the sensory stimulations of the ideals themselves caused me to be able to focus on the end desire, and not worry about the means and trying to “help it along” with thoughts of “having ‘this’ will give me ‘that’”.

I’m not finding a need to rewrite any of my cards or DMP, other than perhaps to reorder things a bit. The words are correct, and I’m now experiencing a new-found clarity in visualizing the ultimate ideals, and allowing the details of the “how” to the purview of Universal Intelligence.

That’s not to say sitting and dreaming, but rather sitting and visualizing, with the understanding that the action steps necessary are being shown to me. I recognize and take action on those rather than trying to engineer the process, realizing that each is just the right thing to do at the right time.

 

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MKMMA Week 15-16 The Sandwich and the Latte

Tuesday, January 14th, 2014

First, let me give many thank-yous to all of you who have been following the activities of the past week at our Design4Kids InFocus workshop in Guatemala. It was a tremendous success – as they always are, thanks to the outstanding Fotokids staff and the talent and motivation of the students themselves.

Due to the schedule and the technical limitations I’ve been working with I haven’t been able to post a week 15 blog until today, and was unable to tune in to the January 5th webinar or see the replay of the week 15 and 16 videos (bandwidth just wouldn’t support them). So I’m a little behind and out of the loop.

I was able to get in on the Sunday Jan 12 webinar from my hotel in Antigua, and as seems to always be  the case, the topic fits perfectly into my activities for the past week. Coincidence, of course. J

I’ve been completely faithful to my readings all week, albeit on a slightly altered schedule. I’m finding I eagerly look forward to them, and can’t finish the day comfortably until I’ve completed them.

And my sits every late afternoon after classes out by the lake, as the sun is dipping behind Vulcan (volcano) San Pedro have set a new standard for my quiet time. I may be returning to my living room in Maryland, but each day I’ll be seeing the sunset over the lake.

Likewise my morning readings of the MK and Blueprint Builder at the lake in the early morning light before breakfast.

Did I mention in the past that I’m already living some of my DMP? J

 

Giving and kindness are two qualities that are everywhere down here. It seems that 90 per cent of the “gringos”, both ex-pats and visitors, are here in some mission or NGO capacity. Working with orphan groups, building and maintaining schools and libraries, feeding the kids, extended outreach educational programs (like ours). Everyone here is under-fed and everything under-funded.

In addition to our Fotokids workshop this past week in Santiago Atitlan there were two more groups at the hotel (la Posada Santiago, sort of “gringo central” in Santiago). One was a bunch of college-age kids and adults, 20+, from the Lancaster, PA area, building a foundation for a new building at an orphanage. Another, who had come together from across the US, were working to help build a playground at the library and pre-school next door to the hotel.

The logo for Amanda’s school an library was Design4Kids’ first workshop project five years ago.

Seeing the sense of satisfaction, gratitude and fulfillment that everyone in those groups felt mirrored the feelings I experience every time I’m here. I’ve always said, and it continues to be more true with each experience, that while I may be giving my time and resources to teach and help these kids, it feels I’m receiving more in the rewarding from seeing their growth and success than I can possibly give.

 

Back in Antigua on Sunday prior to returning to the US on Monday, I was at a café on the central park for a coffee Sunday morning.

There are a number of indigenous Maya who sell all sorts of textiles and trinkets in the park. Over the four plus years I’ve been coming down I’ve gotten to know several, getting beyond the “You buy something mister?” and “Gracias, no” conversation that is the usual constant interaction. We’ve talked about each others’ families and lives – they’re actually really people, not just pestering peddlers.

This trip I met Mario, who shines shoes. There are a number of shoe-shine kids, and they’ll offer to shine your sneakers, sandals, and the shoes that the last kid just shined five minutes ago. It’s actually a valuable lesson in persistence. Sales shyness and hunger are mutually exclusive conditions. So Mario is now my go-to shoe shine guy.

Anyway, while in the café, which is open to the sidewalk, another little guy, maybe 10 or 11 years old, came up to me selling postcards. This is a little bolder as the shops usually chase them away to keep them from bothering their customers.

There’s always the line between wanting to help – this is how they eat, when they do – and just having so much stuff you can’t bring back any more.

I initially said, “Gracias, no”, but he stayed and began a conversation. He’s Antonio, from Santa Catalina, about two hours away. He comes to Antigua every weekend to sell postcards. No doubt his family in the park selling other wares.

Then he asks me “buy me a pan? (bread)”. Now I thought THIS I can do! Nothing more to try to bring back home. So I ask the waiter to get him what he likes and Antonio orders a ham sandwich. His sandwich comes, he smiles and says “Gracias, Stu” and scoots away.

The waiter and waitress smiled as he left. It cost me about the same as a second cup of coffee. It may be the only thing he eats that day. Or weekend.

I felt so much joy the rest of the day I thought I would burst. I didn’t tell anyone about the episode – I didn’t feel right, thinking I would sound like I was boasting. I’m glad that Mark has sort of given “permission” to share this sort of thing here. Not to tell you how great I am, but in the hope that I can in some way give you some of the joy I felt that day, still feel. There is far more than one person can hold.

Early Monday morning before going in to the city and the airport I went back to the same café for a coffee. Now a normal work day, and the square is much quieter than on the weekend at this hour.

The same waitress/”barista” who was working on Sunday when I met Antonio was there. She smiled at me and took my order. This time I ordered a latte for something a little extra.

I imagine you’re familiar with the “latte art” that creative baristas make in the foam on top of the coffee. She gave me my latte.

In the foam was a heart.

 

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MKMMA Week 7 – Picture This

Saturday, November 16th, 2013

This week’s Friday MKMMA blog deadline finds me immersed in a work – a rework – in progress.

It seemed like a simple enough task. Week/Chapter 7 of Haanel’s Master Key System charges us to apply Visualization to our thoughts.

Well, this should be a gimme for me. I’m a flat out “Visual” on the VAK scale (Visual, Auditory, Kinesthetic).

Heck, I’m a photographer! I “see” the world in pictures all the time. I look at things and picture them in ways that make people say “dang, how’d you see THAT?”

I see things that aren’t even there!

Okay, that’s probably a topic for another story.

So Visualizing my DMP should be a no-brainer, right?

Well, yes. And no, not quite.

Maybe because I respond so strongly to visual images, this week it really became clear that as grand and lovely and emotional-sounding as my DMP was, the true, core feelings and emotions in me aren’t happening.

It’s written well. Lots of emotional sounding words. Lots of noble sounding thoughts. But it still isn’t igniting that burning fire that will cause me to push through any barrier to get to it.

As good as it reads, it’s still features and benefits, not the core emotions, not the true criteria.

So it’s more sitting. And walking. Not that I haven’t been sitting and walking before.

I’ve done plenty of sitting, looking for answers in its embryonic stages, working to come up with what seemed like just the right DMP.

Heck, it seems like there were days when the only time I wasn’t sitting was when I was laying down sleeping. I’m becoming the Forrest Gump of Sitting.

“Sit, Stu, Sit!”

And walking? Ha! I’m doing plenty of that. Why, if I stopped walking “in circles”, starting and coming back to my front door, and just set off walking in one direction, I’d probably realize one of my DMP goals of “Seeing the Entire World”, just walking to figure out this DMP thing.

“Walk, Stu, Walk!”

So I’ve decided to approach it quasi- Ben Franklin style, but with different column subjects. I’ve taken all the goals in my current DMP and listed them in the left column. Realizing that they’re mostly “features”. Then a center column, which lists the “benefit” of that feature.

And then, on the right is the true criteria column, the “what’s important about that” column. And in some cases maybe another column, “what’s really important about that?

I know how to do this in conversation. Time to look inside and have that conversation with myself, and get to the true core of what I really want, what it’s really all about.

So that’s where I am. It isn’t there yet. Won’t be tonight. Maybe not for a few nights. Like I said, a re-work, a work in progress.

But then again I guess that’s what we all really are, all the time.

I’ll get ‘er done. I’ll see it through, and create that true image. And when I do I’ll show you what it looks like.

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MKMMA Week 6-1/2 – Three Feet From a Promise

Monday, November 11th, 2013

Each week as part of our exercises in the Master Key Master Mind Alliance, to reprogram our subconscious minds to believing what we say, we are asked to add a new service, a simple task to be completed by the end of the week.

On last Sunday’s call Mark J emphasized “living by the compass” rather than the clock, and asked that we all get a simple compass to carry with us as a reminder.

I immediately thought “great, fantastic, I have that really neat sighting compass I used to use in my photography.

It’s a camping/hiking/survival compass, has a lid with a mirror and guide line to plot your course, really nice one. I’d used it in conjunction with a gadget named a “Sundicator”, a little plastic disc which would tell me where the sun would be at a particular time on a given day. That way I could plan my shooting so the sun would be where I wanted on my subject.

Of course now I have not one but several “apps” that do all that quickly and easily so the compass has been put up “somewhere” for several years. Where?

I instantly turned to the drawers where I stash my unused photo stuff, but it wasn’t anywhere in there. I did find the box with the other Sundicators – they came in a set for different latitudes, since where you are on the earth will determine where the sun will be on a given time and day …

Okay, never mind all that. If you understood what I just wrote you’re clearly as geeky as I am. If you didn’t, don’t worry. It’s not important for the story.

What I DID find in the box, wrapped in foam, was the little brass compass that was included in the kit. Unused, since I’d always used my neat sighting compass. Which was nowhere to be seen.

So although I now had a compass to fulfill the assignment, I decided I HAD to find my “good” one, and so last week added the service “I promise to find my good compass by November 10th”.

After scouring all the drawers for a second and third time, I began rummaging through the dozen boxes that are in the corner of my office since my move-in three years ago, full of stuff I figured I’d need badly enough not to resign to the storage space I’d rented. Naturally I rarely need any of that stuff.

Nothing in there.

“When did I start using the apps, was it before I moved? Could it be in the storage room?” let’s see, I always had it in the camera bag, and I’ve switched bags several times over the past few years. I’d put the unused ones in the storage room, out of the way.

So Tuesday it was off to the storage facility, and searching through the camera bags – to no avail.

“What about all these other boxes, piled ten-deep – they’re all clothes and kitchen stuff, I’m 99% sure. I’m not ready to tear everything in the room apart. After all I DO have A compass to use.”

At this point it was becoming as much of an obsession as a promise. I had even changed it on one of the cards from “I promise to find my good compass by November 10th” to “I promise to look for my good compass by November 10th”. But the subbie was having none of that.

“What about my flight bag up in the attic? I haven’t flown for a couple of years – did I somehow stick it in there?” Nope. But hey, there’s that flashlight I’d been looking for!

Now it was Sunday morning, November 10th. I’ve looked in every nook and cranny of the house, and wasn’t about to completely unpack the storage room.

“What about that box of maps and charts? Isn’t that somewhere in the storage room? Maybe it’s in there.”

ONE more trip to the storage room, and that is it. This is becoming such an obsession, I’m concerned I’m anchoring looking for something with not getting what I’m looking for – I DON’T want to do that! Of course, nothing there.

Okay. I’ve given this an Olympic effort. I’ll be moving again in three to six months, unpacking all those boxes. It’s in one of them; I’ll just wait until then. I do have a compass to use now. I WILL NOT completely unload the storage room over this.

I’d done just about everything I could think of. Had very good, logical reasons for abandoning the search. I really was concerned with creating bad anchors in the process of trying to create a good habit.

Drove back home. Sat momentarily in the truck, looked around. The utility bag I keep in there as my “mobile office”? I’ve rearranged that thing several times recently. Nope.

The console between the seats? Same thing. Same result. There’s no reason it would be in the truck – I always had it in the camera bag.

What’s in the glove compartment? Owner’s manual. Huh, I’d forgotten about those sunglasses. Geeze these earbuds are for an earpiece I had three phones back, guess they’re trash. And this brittle piece of plastic bag? More trash?

 

Huh. Oh. It’s the little bag with the Sundicator. And the compass. How about that.

 

There it was. After searching all over MY world for the week, and deciding it was time to quit. I reached over three feet to the glove box. And there it was.

I’ve read the stories about “Acres of Diamonds” and Darby’s gold mine, and all the motivational quips about how many have found success just past the point where they were about to give up. Got it intellectually, thought I’d really taken it to heart.

But never has it hit home so completely as being three feet from success all week. And making that one extra try.

From this moment on, there is no doubt. I absolutely, ALWAYS keep my promises.

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MKMMA Week 6 – The Shapes of Things to Come

Thursday, November 7th, 2013

We’ve been using colored shapes in our DMPs, movie trailer and promise cards for most of the past five weeks. This week we’ve bumped it up a big notch, creating posters and adding our PPN’s into the shapes.

If we’ve been casually observing them in the world around us previously, this week they’re impossible to avoid!

it’s interesting that on last Sunday’s MKMMA call Mark mentioned someone who had begun to notice green triangles in pine trees. I had been seeing the same thing during that week before.

Seems we’re all seeing similar things lately. Mass illusions or Mass-terminding? Is there really a difference other than the focus and purpose of the thoughts – the mechanism of our concentration?

 

It’s early November here in the Mid-Atlantic. Come to think of it, it’s probably early November wherever you are too …

Well, anyway, what that means here is for the past two weeks  my fellow photographers, photography students and I had all been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the “fall colors”. They seemed to be very late in appearing, and many had concluded that this would be a less-than spectacular fall, with leaves just turning brown and dropping.

Then late last week, they seemed to have changed overnight. One evening we all went to bed with green and brown trees, and the next morning woke up in a sea of color!

I went out for a walk in the neighborhood that day. (Walking is my second, and sometimes even more beneficial form of “sit”.)

At first I began to notice the green triangles in the evergreens, from the towering white pines to the small sculpted bushes in the landscaping surrounding all the homes. Then I realized that the big glowing yellow maples had a sort of square-ish, if free-form shape to them.

Then there were the red dogwoods, the red-orange cherries, and those shrubs I don’t know the name of that are green all summer and turn a bright red in late fall. All brilliant red orbs.

I was surprised too, upon really concentrating, how many of the homes have blue siding, blue shutters, and how even the blue sky, viewed through the frame of our field of vision, takes on a blue rectangle form.

Now I’m completely surrounded by reds and greens and yellow and blues, all anchored to my personal pivotal needs and purpose!

And then there’s that one house, Williamsburg blue siding, yellow window trim and shutters, with 20 – maybe 30 little green evergreen cones along the front, the red Japanese maple, the red dogwood, the red-orange cherry, the blue sky behind … BAM! Fuggeddaboudit!!

“No, really, I’m not staking out that house. No I’m not lurking. No really, call Mark, he’ll tell you all about it, no, wait, I … oh cool, your light bar has little flashing red circles in it …”

 

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