...and anyone else with whom this resonates.
An Artist's Prayer
O Great Creator,
We are gathered together in your name
that we may be of greater service to you
and to our fellows.
We offer ourselves to you as instruments.
We open ourselves to your creativity in our lives.
We surrender to you our old ideas.
We welcome your new and more expansive ideas.
We trust that you will lead us.
We trust that it is safe to follow you.
We know that you created us
and that creativity is your nature
and our own.
We ask you to unfold our lives
according to your plan, not our low self-worth.
Help us to believe that it is not too late
and that we are not too small or too flawed
to be healed--by you and through each other--
and made whole.
Help us to love one another,
to nurture each other's unfolding,
to encourage each other's growth,
and understand each other's fears.
Help us to know that we are not alone,
that we are loved and lovable.
Help us to create as an act of worship to you.
in "The Artist's Way"
I cried when I read this.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
...and anyone else with whom this resonates.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
So, ever since Ed and I got our Oklahoman cell phones (Handys, to my dear German readers), I have gotten heaps of unsolicited phone calls. Ed doesn't seem to get any at all, so I figure he's been blessed with a phone number that has never before been used in this dimension.
My number, however, seems to have had a previous owner who was either up to the nose in debt and on the lam (not lamb, hee hee ;o) from creditors and/or the Mafia, or simply enjoyed giving out the number to all and sundry so that all and sundry could use the number for the purposes of pointless harassment of The Innocent and Unsuspecting.
I submitted my number to the National Do Not Call Registry (NDNCR), which is probably a misnomer. National We'd Like To Help You But We're Basically Powerless Would You Like a Teddy Bear? Registry would be more apt. The NDNCR is apparently maintained by the Federal Trade Commission, whose website even states that they cannot resolve individual customer complaints. Whoopee. The number of telemarketer calls has dropped since I registered, I'll give them that... But this does not resolve my problem of receiving about 6 calls a day, for five days in a row, approximately every two weeks, from the company HSBC Mortgage Services.
HSBC Mortgage Services is kinda clueless. Were they clueful, they would realize that I have never owned a house and, therefore, have never had a mortgage. Still, they persist on calling me x times per week (see previously noted statistics) VIA COMPUTER. That's right. Not only are they calling me, but they're using a poor, innocent computer to do their dirty work. The computer is voice activated, so it doesn't start talking until it hears a voice on the line.
I no longer answer the phone when I see that the display reads 800-395-3489. Sometimes, the computer stays on the line enough to be kicked over to voicemail, in which case I get a message that begins in the middle of a sentence, informs me ominously that "this is an attempt to collect a debt," and asks me to return the call to the aforementioned 800 number. (I never do, of course.)
HSBC called five times yesterday. Six times today. The day is young, yet.
Occasionally, I also receive calls from NCO Financial Systems at 800-477-1827.
As well as multiple calls from "Unknown," which I believe is HSBC cleverly disguising themselves so as to blend in with the wireless foliage of the modern telemarketing jungle.
Bunch of scaly, evil chameleons.
Personally, I think this should be illegal.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Why is it so difficult to say what we really mean?
Why, when we try to communicate something important to us, do we so often send a message we didn't want to send, and end up hurting the other person without wanting to?
What must we do in order to learn to ask the right questions?
What must we do in order to learn how to listen for the answers?
Honestly: Is it so difficult to stop talking, open the heart, and let the soul truly comprehend what the other person is saying?
Why is what we want to say usually so much more important to us than that which the other person needs to say?
Why do we block others from unburdening their souls?
Why do we espouse total honesty, yet we cannot accept it when others are totally honest with us?
Are our relationships truly that fragile?
Are our relationships truly that shallow?
How can we have been so misled?
Why didn't anyone tell us?
Why can't we admit that the fault is our own for not having sought and delved more deeply?
Why do we lack courage?
Where is the safe haven?
Why do we paint love a color only we can see?