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Every time I sit in front of the empty computer screen, I hope to be able to write a meaningful piece… something that will make an impact on whoever is the reader, to reach that one person who will benefit from having taken the time to stop, smell the roses… and read these posts.

Somehow, it is my belief this has not happened yet. The posts keep coming out like practice runs (almost 300 by now) and, once in a great while, something actually comes out that is closer to that ideal than other pieces… hope rekindles anew and efforts are redoubled… to no avail.  Friends and readers I have not personally met  let me know -via email- how much they have enjoyed the posts; total readings have crept past the mark of 5,000 and we keep on keeping on, hoping to yet be able to actually find that elusive piece which will leave its mark on a special day.

Much has happened over these past few weeks. It seems that every day –make that every hour- that passes brings on new challenges which clamor to have my attention and my time. In some cases I am able to oblige, at other times it is not possible to give that wanted time and attention.

A favorite pastime of mine is to think. Think about what is, what was, what may yet be… this last part may fall sometimes into the realm of dreaming… while thinking about mistakes made (too many) and how they have affected my life up to now and whatever may be yet to come. Those who have shared my life’s timeline (with due respect to FB) along the way were also affected and often have paid a price, not of their responsibility. On the other hand, these are issues which cannot be changed or wished away; life has moved on and so had I to do.

Whenever I entertain myself in these thinking forays, the thoughts will inevitably fall into reviewing those days when my work and circumstances took me around the world, several times. In the beginning with family in tow then, under other circumstances, by myself. The number of people I met along my travels is incredible. The amount of knowledge that has been picked up from these folk is even more astounding. My somewhat "layman's conclusion" is that there must be an ulterior motive, not yet known to me, for all this to have come to pass. And my being still here.

The long and short seminars in so many venues around the world, at times seeming like an interminable repetition… a little bit like that movie where the hero repeats one day on and on… The late night revelries on the shores of Lake Atitlan in Guatemala after visiting the night spots nearby, the very lonely walks along Lake Zurich, on those cold nights when I was debating as to whether it was worth going on (no, not with my life –that has never been in doubt- but with what was being pursued at the time)… many cold and wet early morning walks to a Burger King in London, so as to have my coffee and “scone”, often the only meal that would be had until late in the day.

Actually, despite my complaints, these are good memories for the most part. Those which may actually bring back difficult moments, are usually filtered by the mind; it does a pretty credible job of white washing these background stories, so that we may go on with our lives and leave behind the bad bumps along the way.  Survival of the forgetful... Sort of…

So what is there to write about? A life? We all have one of those. Travels? Many of us have “been there, done that” … Illness?... Why? Knowledge gained?... Nah… what I may cherish as knowledge, may well be boring stuff to many others…

Perhaps I could write of the very slow in coming understanding about who we may actually be and why some of us seem to live very different lives than the norm. The experience gained, the learning about others; the accepting that we human beings are all different and yet, somehow, extremely similar. The spiritual vision that our earthly Gods –as we may call them differently- may truly be one and the same seen under different guises and according to the needs and realities of the culture that looks up to Him (Her?)…

The understanding and acceptance that many of those material things I looked upon as veritable “must have” needs in earlier times, are really not that “heavy” in the overall scheme of things. Even almighty money… eventually it is just a tool which may buy things, but will never buy what is truly important: character, a caring heart and love. 

The ability to listen to others who do not agree with me, and to be able to accept and understand they have the right to express their thoughts… as I do mine. Being in a position to help others, by perhaps giving some counsel born of my accumulated experiences…

Maybe there is stuff to write about after all. Even more important, these are cumulative perspectives and accumulated living experiences which make up me, as yours make up who you are. Every single one individual an important part of the human universe. Learn to be at peace with yourself, no matter what mistakes may have been made along the way; treat each one as a learning experience which, by adding a grain of sand, salt or sugar, helps in the eventual make up of the  resulting person.

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