What is left?
Thoughts to keep you sane in crazy times
When your eyes deceive you due to AI manipulation of images, deep fake videos, what is left?
When those you admired suddenly start to walk another path that feels alien to you, what is left?
When ‘leaders’ and authorities cannot make up their minds over ‘science’, because it is ‘changing’, what is left?
When data can be manipulated to show one thing or another, what is left?
The answer?
Your heart.
Your gut.
Your conscience.
Allow your heart to be your compass. Let it lead you, inform you, give you grace.
Allow gut instinct to be your guide. Acknowledge the pull, heed the tiny whispers you don’t fully comprehend.
Allow compassion to hold your hand. Viewing things through a veil of understanding is not the same as having wool pulled over your eyes.
Let two ears be your most faithful companions. ‘Two ears, one mouth’ remember? Creating and receiving is a cycle. When we lose our ability to receive, our ability to create also diminishes. This extends to solutions.
Let an open mind be ready and willing to absorb all that is useful and beautiful. Discard all else.
Look for the light.
For each and every night brings us a galaxy of stars.
Walk on.
I write this because sometimes in my desire to speak my mind, I acknowledge that often the more brutal, sarcastic side of me wins out.
There are many ways of getting our point across.
Operating at the kindest most compassionate level is what we all need to strive for, so in many ways it’s a message to myself. To channel the veil of compassion and understanding a little more, a little harder.
Love to all ❤️
Sometimes I get lost in my own thoughts. I was mowing the other day and while I was mowing a storm came up. I wear hearing aids along with sound protection. I was mowing and off somewhere in my mental world. My wife yelled at me from the porch but to avail. She called me on my phone which is connected to my hearing aids. "Where are you?" "Mowing" was my reply. "Could you stop and look up?" Returning back to the present I did notice it might be time to retreat to the barn and put everything up and finish another day.
I think this was developed when I was driving a tractor on a farm in my younger days. Not what you see now but tractors with open cabs, no radio and big engines, loud noise coming from the muffler and training your mind to think of something else but the heat, noise and sometimes boredom for ten to twelve hours a day. People keep telling me how good things were.
Sorry about the rambling. My wife is used to it and is glad I have a place to put thing down.