What makes folks tick? The heart. But what is the heart filled with? Love or hate? Pride or humility? War or peace? Happy or sad? The heart pumps blood through the body as a physical function, indeed.
But what really makes folks tick? That's right. The mind. The mind. The heart I like to think of as the subconscious part of ourselves. It's effected by what the mind thinks. How IT ticks.
Right minded thinking in the grace of righteousness is a holy place to be, to move through life. It is not easy. Because the mind has to completely focus on the highest divine ideal at all times, in every move and decision. It takes a very long time, a life time to get this right. And then most of us don't anyway, but at least we try.
To have a change of heart is to have an overhaul on the subconscious. For that to happen, the mind has got to be programmed for right thinking. And when we endeavor to lead a life of love and righteousness, oh a whole lotta change is gonna come through and through.
We abandon the ol' habits, the ol' routines. We abandon our lifestyles that don't work anymore, that stray us from the divine path.
Right now, what makes Sasha tick? Divine Love, Divine Intellect, right thinking. My Jesus! God I love Jesus. So awesome. A super cool spiritual entity become human. He's all about truth. Truth is what makes me tick.
Now I may foul up sometimes and approach things in a way that makes people think differently because I'm wildly enthusiastic about life and sometimes a big personality who's like a child who's about to get their favorite toy at the toy store, can make folks back up.
Just today I got an e-mail from a person whom I adore in business who was taken aback at my enthusiasm regarding a project, as I was just brimming with new ideas and happy things in an e-mail to that person.
Kinda felt like a puppy that'd been kicked. But I knew MY truth so did not give my reaction to the e-mail any power. I approached the situation with a genuine enthusiasm, inquiring on a business level about things I didn't know about and certainly admitted to that in that e-mail.
My truth was pure enthusiasm and joy about a great project that had inspired many people in which I was involved. But I had to apologize. My naietivity about business coupled with my creative nature was a bit too much I guess. But there are many of us that are a bit too much. Simply too much. Gotta turn the flame down on that passion. MMMM? That's tough for me.
Kind of like the way Jesus spoke on the Sermon on the Mount. Oh, he was wildly enthusiastic, loving and extremely unique about his presentation. And some disliked him. A whole bunch of somes disliked him and eventually nailed him. But, most loved him. And in the end truth won.
However, we all get nailed sometimes to keep us quiet. Especially those who just can't simmer down, you know? You can slow cook, sure, but to keep that flame on low heat is sometimes really difficult when you're so filled with life.
And how did we come to tick? Through our experiences no matter how crazy, upsetting and so on, we learned to tick from our experiences, but our experiences do not really equate to the high divine truth of things in a great many cases. The truth is love. LOVE is pure. Truth is pure. We could go through the most hellacious, traumatic experience, but through it all there is a divinity at work which is the truth of all things. But the real ticking to be syncronized with is that of the heartbeat of the heavenly Father! Yes, the Universal King....whomever that is for you. GOD.
So, surely the world would be a great place if truth and love reigned in our mind and therefore benefiting our hearts. We would approach things carefully and with a right-mind. These things equal divine intellect, but divine intellect operates on truth and love, not on ego (edging God out), not on hate, not on pride. Simply on truth and love from righteous thinking which equates to a peaceable kingdom and many happy folks.
U R Love. And remember that divine power is always yours.
About Me
- S a s h a
- N Y C and Nashville, United States
- Hippie, Gypzy, Biker Chixie. Yep, that's me. www.bikerlady.com and www.chromecowgirl.com - my websites and I welcome your comments in this blog called Down the Road a Peace. Because, after all "do you wanna a peace of me?" : ) I'd love to hear your thoughts, so share them here. Personalize the topic and make it your own by sharing your own experience relative to the topic at hand, or let's create a new topic. U R Loved by Me.
2005/02/02
2005/01/23
A beautiful man and his little boy blue.
I had a lovely weekend. Spent some time with this beau that I find rather wonderful. He has a little boy with bright blue eyes, blond hair and a darling smile. He's a little boy blue. The little guy is a mini version of his daddy, the big guy.
They are both treasure trove personalities: big, animated, loving and super smart. The two of them together are a delight. Spending time with them this weekend really warmed my heart. I needed to experience a little family, you know?
This child spun a fabulous storybook fable all his own. He spoke using great animation to accompany his tale for such a little guy, and then he'd stop and say to me, "Oh there's more. Do you want to hear more? "
Of course I did. Especially, I was fascinated with his story telling, being a story teller myself. To hear a tiny four year old be so confident in his fabulous short story presentation, all his own little creation ---why, this was more entertainment than going to see a rock band down town. It was so sweet to be in this little guy's company. Oh, he made me laugh and laugh.
Now the big guy, his daddy. Oh, flutter my heart. Flutter heart indeed. This guy is European and American...perfect blend. Tough New York City contractor, yet an amazingly sensitive and creative man, too. An intellectual with a marvelous artistic way about himself. He also has the dashing debonair style to himself as he speaks of music, art, food --- all the sensual things in life.
Music, motorcycles and the open road is what we share in common among many other things. He's wildly into Rasta...Reggae mon and one love. One love, oh yes, this is my kind of language.
But, being the shy beauty that I am, I just observed father and son through my safe soul window. Yes, I watched this scene unfold: my friend and his child interacting as I had the pleasure of spending two snowy nights with them, watching movies, and so on.
He lives in the ghetto in a wonderful penthouse style apartment. An up and coming neighborhood. You just watch it'll be the happening cool place in a year or two and all the cool artists are going to have to drag their guitars, paint brushes and ballet slippers to another ghetto. But, if this cool big guy has anything to do with it, that community will stay pure...
I love the ghetto, so much more depth to the painting in the neighborhood there. He's a fairly strapping fellow so it's no challenge for him to walk the neighborhood. But for me in all my crazy style, I do stick out like a new form of entertainment in the 'hood. So I need to be a little careful after, say, midnight descending into the subway in that area. But nonetheless it's a great location. The starry view of midtown Manhattan from his acre of terrace is breathtaking
Okay, back to being shy, as I digressed into real estate and location.
I am shy with a new potential relationship. SHY. I feel like a kid on the first day of school. Silly, I know. If I was a femme fatal like Carrie on Sex & the City, I would have already hooked, lined and snatched him up, yep, with smoke trailing I'd be so lightening fast. But I'm more about the making of a good soup, keep it on a low flame, slow cook. Or more like the cautious priestess checking out the scene, surveying the perimeter of the potential union, then peeking inside the Pandora box to see what will emerge before I fling open the lid and dive in.
It's interesting how we sit and contemplate what it would be like to be with the new person as a serious mate, marriage--you know, the whole scene. It's fun to imagine. It's safe to imagine. But to step out and cultivate the imagination into reality. Hmmm....what to do. And how do you get the signal from a man who has a small child to supervise, that he may indeed feel something for you? I've never been in this situation before.
And what would it be like to be a step mom? Oh my sister thinks it would be the perfect arrangement for me. The man's never been married, but has a young child and the child already has a mommy, so I would be like another guardian in the boy's life, but as part of a support team, supporting my man and cultivating a peaceful, loving home environment as a female figure in that household. Okay, sounds great. Plus I could still pursue all of my career endeavors and continue to be like a big kid myself! Then the best for me is that it would be a first time marriage for the both of us. STOP IT!
Okay, now back to reality. The guy is just my friend. Sure I sometimes like to think what it would be like to be more. But, I felt such an enormous GIFT this weekend just being in this man's presence with his little child. To see a man so passionate, sensitive and strong interact with his son; to experience the gift of this man's tough New York City personality which is also that of an efferescent European gentleman was so fantastic for me. Fantastic! Because his personality so wonderfully compliments mine. So, I am blessed to have these two wonderful fellows...the big guy and the little guy as dear, sweet friends.
To little boy blue and the big guy:
σ' ευχαριστώ χρυσέ-ή μου. Δείτε επίσης
xxoo
They are both treasure trove personalities: big, animated, loving and super smart. The two of them together are a delight. Spending time with them this weekend really warmed my heart. I needed to experience a little family, you know?
This child spun a fabulous storybook fable all his own. He spoke using great animation to accompany his tale for such a little guy, and then he'd stop and say to me, "Oh there's more. Do you want to hear more? "
Of course I did. Especially, I was fascinated with his story telling, being a story teller myself. To hear a tiny four year old be so confident in his fabulous short story presentation, all his own little creation ---why, this was more entertainment than going to see a rock band down town. It was so sweet to be in this little guy's company. Oh, he made me laugh and laugh.
Now the big guy, his daddy. Oh, flutter my heart. Flutter heart indeed. This guy is European and American...perfect blend. Tough New York City contractor, yet an amazingly sensitive and creative man, too. An intellectual with a marvelous artistic way about himself. He also has the dashing debonair style to himself as he speaks of music, art, food --- all the sensual things in life.
Music, motorcycles and the open road is what we share in common among many other things. He's wildly into Rasta...Reggae mon and one love. One love, oh yes, this is my kind of language.
But, being the shy beauty that I am, I just observed father and son through my safe soul window. Yes, I watched this scene unfold: my friend and his child interacting as I had the pleasure of spending two snowy nights with them, watching movies, and so on.
He lives in the ghetto in a wonderful penthouse style apartment. An up and coming neighborhood. You just watch it'll be the happening cool place in a year or two and all the cool artists are going to have to drag their guitars, paint brushes and ballet slippers to another ghetto. But, if this cool big guy has anything to do with it, that community will stay pure...
I love the ghetto, so much more depth to the painting in the neighborhood there. He's a fairly strapping fellow so it's no challenge for him to walk the neighborhood. But for me in all my crazy style, I do stick out like a new form of entertainment in the 'hood. So I need to be a little careful after, say, midnight descending into the subway in that area. But nonetheless it's a great location. The starry view of midtown Manhattan from his acre of terrace is breathtaking
Okay, back to being shy, as I digressed into real estate and location.
I am shy with a new potential relationship. SHY. I feel like a kid on the first day of school. Silly, I know. If I was a femme fatal like Carrie on Sex & the City, I would have already hooked, lined and snatched him up, yep, with smoke trailing I'd be so lightening fast. But I'm more about the making of a good soup, keep it on a low flame, slow cook. Or more like the cautious priestess checking out the scene, surveying the perimeter of the potential union, then peeking inside the Pandora box to see what will emerge before I fling open the lid and dive in.
It's interesting how we sit and contemplate what it would be like to be with the new person as a serious mate, marriage--you know, the whole scene. It's fun to imagine. It's safe to imagine. But to step out and cultivate the imagination into reality. Hmmm....what to do. And how do you get the signal from a man who has a small child to supervise, that he may indeed feel something for you? I've never been in this situation before.
And what would it be like to be a step mom? Oh my sister thinks it would be the perfect arrangement for me. The man's never been married, but has a young child and the child already has a mommy, so I would be like another guardian in the boy's life, but as part of a support team, supporting my man and cultivating a peaceful, loving home environment as a female figure in that household. Okay, sounds great. Plus I could still pursue all of my career endeavors and continue to be like a big kid myself! Then the best for me is that it would be a first time marriage for the both of us. STOP IT!
Okay, now back to reality. The guy is just my friend. Sure I sometimes like to think what it would be like to be more. But, I felt such an enormous GIFT this weekend just being in this man's presence with his little child. To see a man so passionate, sensitive and strong interact with his son; to experience the gift of this man's tough New York City personality which is also that of an efferescent European gentleman was so fantastic for me. Fantastic! Because his personality so wonderfully compliments mine. So, I am blessed to have these two wonderful fellows...the big guy and the little guy as dear, sweet friends.
To little boy blue and the big guy:
σ' ευχαριστώ χρυσέ-ή μου. Δείτε επίσης
xxoo
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