Friday, February 19, 2016

Don't Force Feed The Penguin




DON’T FORCE FEED THE PENGUIN

 


Don’t Feed The Penguin  seems like something one would see at a local ZOO, and not as the title of a blog, but for some reason early in the day I was compelled to write it down.  “…don’t force feed…..”  Not sure what exactly inspired the idea force feeding a penguin, but think it has more to do with a google news banner that certainly received my attention.  ‘…youth takes selfie.  Dolphin dies.”  I do think I took a vow, to not let anything that happens while I am online on the world-wide-internet to surprise me or take over and dictate my actions.  As the years go by, I tell myself that I have seen most of what I can expect in the way of modern day experiences and should not be overly influenced.

 


Yet, on a day where I wake up over-thinking the act of force feeding a penguin, and make it personal to me, as if I had my very own and made a pet of it.  Dogs and cats I understand.  Fish and birds to some degree I understand.  But force-feeding a penguin and taking personal responsibility to tell my readers this is important, has me wondering.  Where did that idea come from.  Where did the notion to blog about it come from.  And more importantly, what will I say when confronted with a comment:  “Now why did you write this blog?”


Your pets are not your children.  A sign that reads, “Don’t Walk On The Grass”, is not your life.  Before I go too far, I must be good with the spontaneous nature of the blogs he writes.  Accept responsibility for the blog and move on.  Has been what guides me over the years that I have been doing this.  So its there.  The warning.  Be reasonable.  Mention what you will, but then let it go. I want to mention that penguins do not have teeth.  And why is that important?  My next thought is that I have no idea why I needed to emphasis what a penguin has or does not have.  I should stay closer to home, and talk about what I have and do not have, and what is not in my closet, and use that as justification for leaving a note on the kitchen table that states:  Gone On A Shopping Spree.  Be Back When The Money Runs Out.


Not sure it is my business to be interested in the diet and eating habits of others, and certainly not to be overly concerned about what penguins do.  And that is really the point of all this.  Big world and if we have time, there is so much knowledge available online and via this screen, if only time permits.  So can educate ourselves in so many ways not available when I was young and in school.  There are blogs that deal with this and address the online educational opportunities that exist today.  I understand that and am still pondering why not force feeding penguins is important.  Perhaps when I am done here and read some comments if indeed there are any, I will get that 3rd party second opinion and the Ah Ha Light will come on, and I will be able to get a full night’s sleep without tossing and turning over something I had done earlier in the day, which adds to the condition of being sleep deprived.

 

Did you know that the unconscious mind is a powerful tool  and influences us, even while we are unaware of this.  Keep asking myself, did I see something on Netflix last night before falling asleep about the cartoons and Penguin movies for children.  Was something like that playing in the background of my mind as I was sleeping.  Of course I am unaware, but do know that when I sat down to have tea as is my early morning routine,  I had to write it down.  “Don’t Force Feed The Penguin.”  And now it’s a blog.  Will not have the luxury of being overly emotional on the subject, or lash out on the occasion of viewing a sick penguin.  Truth is I have never been walking distance to a penguin, nor seen one up close.  But have seen them in movies and on the screen, thanks to Netflix and others.


Caring for myself and others and possibly extending that experience to nature’s best, it occurs to me that we have polluted and contaminated the planet and the food chain.  I have a very explicit note and reminder on my Refrigerator that reads.  “…be careful about the mercury content in fish and seafood that you bring home or eat in restaurants.”    Now I wonder if I am just becoming a better person, a better consumer, or a citizen of the planet that is concerned and trying to correct some of the devastating things that happen, because of me.  Mostly the idea of force feeding a penguin, or its opposite:  Do not force feed the penguin leans in the direction of nature taking care of its own.  Leave it to nature.


 

The Caring of wild animals and birds and such not be something one blogs about.  Wonder if I have this lesson learned.  Perhaps if I was an expert in the field of Penguins I could expand on this subject.  Since I am not, I think I have satisfied my requirement.  To write.  To post.  And to move on.  Knowing tomorrow I can write about something else.  And I will.



Was just in the kitchen and it occurred to me.  Life Threatening.  Life Changing.  If an event seems that it could be one of the above, then no harm is done if you blog about it.  Just be sure to put the notice out:  I am a concerned person, but not an expert on this or anything else I am aware of.  Now I am satisfied.  And in the back of mind am now aware why I might say, “Don’t Force Feed The Penguin.”  Makes perfect sense.  In a strange way.  Which is a reflection of the world I live in and the things we have done in my life time.  Strange, what people do.  Just is.  


 

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Resource Scarcity



Resource Scarcity


 


Before I go too far, I will say this:   “I can’t get enough.”
Now I will tell you more.  I walk the distance to you in my mind.  Then I stumble and fall.  Find out I have been going backward all this time trying to reach you.  Now I have crossed that line.  Fault line and the disturbance is more than magnetic resonance as I make it to the poles and am electrocuted by the jolt that connect me.  Electrified.  Dissatisfied.   

“Tell me this is not happening.”

 


Electra-magnetic touch.  Light and shadows make it possible to examine where I have been.  Having nominal thoughts about the ordinary nature of things and it occurred to me in frantic reconstruction of the energy flowing from positive to negative; had I been grounded there would have been no damage done.


Grounded I was not.  Instead I walk the distance to you in a trance, and thrill-power propels me from one mental place to another.  Not grounded.  Air-wave intransigence and not aware all of this could have been avoided.  If only goal and purpose were attached to this situation, and I had known.   But I did not know.  Was distracted.  But not the way you were.


Before I go too far, I will say this:   “I can’t get enough. Luv.”

Thought it possible the love would prevail in real time.  Perhaps it did.  Have no transcript in the backward tumble of facts and detail that mean much now.  Mental flight takes passage in the chaos of bewilderment.  Leave me to take the next step.  Out of Body Experience, perhaps.

 

Travel in opposite directions happens as my conveyance is mental and yours is not.  Real time and there is urgency in the moment for you.  Love must be and if it is there, will be found.  You are determined that this is true.  True for him is something else.  Won’t be settled, and he quickly moves on.  It is all in his head.  He is in love with surroundings that have a foundation in yesterday.


The next step offers no relief.  It all happens at different levels.  Had no idea love would be like this.  Had no idea that love has the power to sever and disconnect the contents of mind, now hovering over body.

Before I go too far, I will say this:   “I can’t get enough love.”

Perhaps it is a resource scarcity.   That escalates and is self-perpetuating.


 

He straddles an electric fence.  Digital obstacle that is not easily removed.  Is like an ether boundary.  The results are debilitating.  No damage would have occurred had he been grounded.  But he wasn’t.  And the damage is traceable beyond state of mind and thought. The reality is quite inclusive and quite persuasive.  No second chance.  Nature has its own way.  As do we all.


“Take a walk with me.”  He said.   “Hold on to my hand and what we have.”

In the end he was out there.  Left unprotected.  Was grounded in the past and in a mental landscape that was uncoupled and incomplete.  This made all the difference, but not in real time.
Still, he wanted to say.  “Valentine’s Day   2016.”

“Find Love.”