It’s no big thing to start journaling again – I’m often the reflective type, mulling things over throughout the day while immersed in other tasks. I want to get better about writing my thoughts down though as it helps in thinking through things and also in creating an archive of life.
I decided to move away from photography and it’s been a bit challenging knowing that my identity is still closely tied to that vein. People expect it of me, I easily see myself there, and yet here I am.
And, while this is only a hundred words or so, I’ll close it up – nature calls and I’ve got a few things to tackle before work.
Till next time,
-Cody
NKJV Numbers 14:28, [28]”Say to them, ‘As I live,’ says the Lord, ‘just as you have spoken in My hearing, so I will do to you: [29] The carcasses of you who have complained against Me shall fall in this wilderness, all of you who were numbered, according to your entire number, from twenty years old and above. [30] Except for Caleb the son of JJephunneh and Joshua the son of Nun, you shall by no means enter the land which I swore I would make you dwell in. [31] But your little ones, whom you said would be victimes, I will bring in, and they shall know the land which you have despised.
NIV Numbers 14:28, [28] “So tell them, ‘As surely as I live, declares the Lord, I will do to you the very think I heard you say.”
I am blessed.
I am strong.
I am healthy.
I am lucky.
I am talented.
I am disciplined.
I am focused.
I am prosperous.
I am blessed with abundance.
I am fearfully & wonderfully made.
I am getting younger.
I am getting taller.
I am being renewed.
I am full of health, vitality, wholeness.
I am energetic.
I am young.
I am radient.
I am fresh.
I am beautiful.
I am made perfectly.
I am a masterpiece.
I am created in the image of God.
I am a miracle.
I am a king in God’s eyes.
I am quietly confident.
I am handpicked by the creator of the universe.
I am wonderful.
I am one of a kind.
I am valuable.
I am anointed.
I am a good learner.
I am full of wisdom.
I am lighter.
I am 175 lbs.
I am who God says I am.
I am a lender.
I am accepted.
I am able.
I am qualified.
I am empowered.
I am wise.
I am equipped.
I am free.
Make a list of a dozen or two of the I Am’s that you desire to have in your life.
What kinds of I am’s are coming from my mouth? Words have creative power. [Romans 4:18] Call the things that are not as you already were.
The I Am’s that are coming out of your mouth will bring success or failure.
It affects our future.
What follows the “I am”, will always come looking for you.
Get in agreement with God.
Negative reports spread faster than positive reports.
While I’ve titled this posting “refocusing” I’m not yet sure that I’m close to that result. Today felt better. I wasn’t as hazy as I felt I was last night, but maybe it’s because I slept in, laid with heather, and generally had a slow-paced & relaxed day with her. Other activities to note (for the grandchildren, someday): Superbowl 30(?) was today, Green Bay Packers won, though it was fairly unimpressive to me. Maybe it’s cause I didn’t start watching until late in the game, or perhaps it had something to do with not feeling connected with anyone in the audience. Perhaps that getting older thing certainly bears truth in the connections maintained as the student population rolls over.
We missed week two of the Love & War sessions at church today. I want to realize the premise of living more deeply and feeling guilt at one thing or another is not really facilitating that. I want to be present wherever I am, and I don’t want to feel guilty for wanting to stay at home with the most important thing in my life: my wife.
Another interesting thing that’s been kicking around in the back of my head as of late is what would happen if for some reason Heather was to die, or, if she were to live. But mostly, the thought is along the lines of if she were no more. I wonder about what the next step would be for me. In an effort to articulate the desire part of my life, or the dreams… here goes:
I want to be deeply in love with my wife. It’s not just about a feeling or a choice, but a deep soulful connection that cannot be severed by man, and which if ever broken by God leaves me with an immense brokenness that only time, and further commune with my creator could ever hope to salve. I want to love so fully that I am completely vulnerable… Something said recently (at the last Love & War session) was that the guy desired to be “Naked & not ashamed”. I find that phrase significant. I too want to be Naked & not afraid. I want to be so deeply connected that the inhibitions and fears are cast off to create a completely authentic, real, present, and altogether life altering love of each other.
So, maybe the question is: on a daily basis, how do I become more vulnerable and in need of her support and care?
Back to that “if she died” thing… Bill told me recently that John Wooden had outlived his wife by nearly 20 years, and in that time he made weekly visits to her grave in order to honor her, and demonstrate his love for her. Would or could or should I be that man too? If at 30 a wife is no more, the remaining lifespan is significant. If 60 and a partner passes, does that change the dynamics of the expected behavior of the remaining spouse? If I were to die, I think I would want Heather to feel confident in her capacity to go out and live her life, to meet another man, one who takes excellent care of her and who makes her dreams come true. However, if she were to die and leave me behind, part of me resounds with the idea of committing to a life in rememberance of her. Wouldn’t leaving her behind as a memory be somewhat akin to divorce?
Anyhow, things to ponder on indeed. I’ll keep grinding on those and get back to you at some point maybe…
Till next time,
-cb
I’m not really sure what I’m looking to communicate in a short passage written in a journal entry tonight. I feel like I’ve been considering all sorts of things lately, my mind a blur with all matters of considerations from the state of my relationships, to considering the explanation for why I might choose to overeat or otherwise not allow myself to be in the most optimum health (another way of asking why I might be self-sabotaging.)
And in my blur of thought, lately I’ve been finding that whenever someone asks me what I’ve been up to lately, I can’t bring myself to explaining the cornucopia of thoughts prancing through my mind… Somehow it seems subpar, or otherwise uninteresting.
What a strange response.
I know that others deal with the same questioning that I do. I know that we all seek to be and achieve and love and give and live and love and grow more, but simultaneously, I react, or more accurately, act with some disregard for the Truth at the center of my heart.
What are all of these thoughts? I have no real clue. I feel incapable, likely to be found out. Unsure what the next step might be in the realization that I feel woefully prepared for the tasks ahead of me. I’m to be a Diamond? Great. How the heck does that happen? Show the plan? Riiight. You know that people ask questions and state their positions in some sort of all knowing scenario… some times? You never can be too sure. There are lots of folks out there that could, and who’s to say the next person won’t be the one to follow up and ask me a question that I don’t kno wwho to answer. Or maybe that I just don’t feel that I can relate with them. While it might be something simple to you, it’s life or death for myself and others.
Well, while my thoughts haven’t yet caudeified themselves, my eyes are burning from the onion of dinner and the late night after the long day. I’m heading to sleep, but with any luck, I’ll be sure to sign in another time soon to keep pounding away at a keyboard in hopes that I can get these thoughts onto the page and that I can review them for validity & reflection.
G’night.
-cb
Chapter 1p5.
“few…regard themselves as bad men. They are just as human as you and I. So they rationalize, they explain. They can tell you why… Most of them attempt by a form of reasoning, fallacious or logical to justify their … acts even to themselves, consequently stoutly maintaining that they should never have been [imprisoned at all].”
It’s true, if we’re all carrying the human condition, we can all be quick to support and encourage through the process; and as much as when we’re attacked, we take a defensive posture to protect our ego, others will be doing the same.
Per the conversation last night: perhaps our interactions with the human condition can be best handled through offering grace to ourselves and others.
“Criticism is futile because it puts a person on the defensive and usually makes him strive to justify himself. Criticism is dangerous, because it wounds a person’s precious pride, hurts his sense of importance and arouses resentment.”
So, another question from this: how can I be careful not to react in a defensive, justifying way? How do I avoid having my pride and sense of importance hurt?
Perhaps the answer in their lies in knowing WHO’s I am, rather than what I am based on all of the external input I may or may not receive.
Lincoln had a fairly level response, c1p10:
“Don’t criticize them; they are just what we would be under similar circumstances.”
c1p14:
“When dealing with people, let us remember we are not dealing with creatures of logic. We are dealing with creatures of emotion, creatures pristling with prejudices and motivated by pride and vanity.”
Aha, the question of how to accomplish all of this comes to mind, and here on p14, one take on the answer is outlined clearly:
“…it takes character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving. / ‘A great man shows his greatness … by the way he treats little men.’”
And, recall the story of Hoover and the jet that nearly crashed because of the fueling accident. He responds with “character and forgiving” (c1p15):
“To show you I’m sure that you’ll never do this again, I want you to service my F-51 tomorrow.”
What a phenomenal way to help a person grow through the experience of mistake and correction. Many times, we’ll find that the person in error is already in a self-condemning place. Why not encourage, support and love them into a place of functionality. Further, if a person does not find fault in their own action, why would our efforts of criticism help them change their mind. Perhaps it would only raise the anger and bitterness of them and certainly wouldn’t enable growth and good feelings.
c1p17:
“Instead of condemning people, let’s try to understand them. Let’s try to figure out why they do what they do. That’s a lot more profitable and intriguing than criticism; and it breeds sympathy, tolerance and kindness. ‘To know all is to forgive all.’ / ‘God himself … does not propose to judge man until the end of his days’ / Why should you and I?”
Here’s another answer to to the question of HOW to handle this challenge of being gracious to others in our daily exchange… Sympathy, tolerance and kindness. So, an a word, perhaps Grace is the overarching umbrella of love to cover our friends, family and fellow fleshbags. 😉
The culminating principle: “Don’t criticize, condemn or complain.”
Heather: I want to remember to love, and cherish and communicate love and not concern. To grow the relationship rather than being concerned with appearances. To reach towards the special people in our lives to grow together in a deeper love.
The title is an adjustment on the original title as found in How to Win Friends & Influence people. The story is a meaningful reminder of building relationships rather than allowing life getting in the way. Here’s that short story for recollection farther down the road:
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Father Forgets
by W. Livingston Larned
Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blonde curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorese swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.
There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “goodbye, Dadd!” and I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive — and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding — this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was not measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and find and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itslef over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy — a little boy!”
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.
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I just finished reading the first couple of chapters from How to Win Friends & Influence People and in the second chapter, it begins with highlighting the fact that we’re creatures who are excited to pursue our innermost greatest desires: the desire for importance. Carnegie further clarifies that there are some basic needs that we have. As the book reads:
Some of the things most people want include:
- Health and the preservation of life
- Food
- Sleep
- Money and the things money will buy.
- Life in the hereafter
- Sexual gratification
- The well-being of our children
- A feeling of importance
For some reason I noticed that number six.
Why is it that, for most of these items, we leave the topics out of the normal dialog throughout our life. Why aren’t we willing to have that as a topic of conversation between “friends” and even with enemies. Is there something to hide from?
I think of the people around my office and these things aren’t spoken of. I spend time with “friends” and find that the line of conversation rarely gets into this topic. Interestingly, I do find that folks from the world wide stage; a stage in the public eye, no less, is where I find people most talking about the above things.
Why is it that the success of life is predicated on talking about those things which we greatly desire? The law of attraction, that’s why. Why is it that common people, in common conversation, are never engaged in a higher pursuit; engaged in pursuing the above list. Talking about it, working towards it, and living it?
I guess I’ll learn to talk about it and live the life that I have always dreamed of.
January 15th, 2010. 5:49am.
I’ve been getting up early and enjoying some quiet time in early in the mornings. I generally aim to be in bed near 10pm (often 11 or midnight), and again up and moving as early as 5. I take my time, have an XS or some coffee, listen to CommuniKate, perhaps a CD, play on the computer, or even do some journaling. For some reason, there’s something mighty cathardic about being up before more of the world gets moving. At the moment all I can hear is the clock ticking away on the wall, and the quiet whisper of the cooling fan on my laptop. I bet if I could quiet my mind enough, I’d hear the refridgerator as well as the networked readynas spinning away.
Lately I’ve started another journey of sorts; Dream Nights were spectacular, and most exciting, I’ve picked up a few nuggets to translate to action. This has been my first week of 4 days off (and subsequently 3 days on) of building the business. It’s been a good experience of putting focused thought effort into coordinating and constructing my business, but there is still a long way to go. It’s given me some reflection time to notice what things I’m doing well, and not-so-well towards the end goals of financial and emotional independence.
I noticed that my self-talk was a bit out of line with the results I’m interested in. I carried self-defeating internal conversations on regarding the responses I might receive when talking with folks out in the world, or over the phone. I’m just at the beginning of that journey, but these realizations have been potent towards action and comfort in walking the quiet track of building myself and others in spite of a busy, and otherwise distracted world.
I’m starting to see the economy of Juneau take a turn. In my own recollection (and with the thanks of a facebook solicitation) I was able to count 44+ places that have gone out of business over the past couple decades – and I’m sure there are more to come. Morris Publishing just filed Chapter 11, and they’re the parent to the Juneau Empire and long-standing Capital City Weekly. Eeeks indeed.
Anyhow, onto my CD, and maybe a little World of Warcraft!
Just got back to Juneau yesterday from the 2010 Dream Night events that we attended. In Bellevue, we attended the Bob & Shelley Kummer and Dave & Jan Severn Dream Night, while in Seattle the next evening we went to see Dean Kosage and Brad & Julie Duncan.
Both evenings were amazing in their own right. Each speaker had their own style and flair and helped paint the dream or provide tools for developing the dream in everyone present. This is a quick post to recap the Top 5’s as prompted by Dean Kosage during his talk…
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Top 5 People who you spend time with?
Is the income of the above people going up or down?
Is the health of the above people going up or down?
Top 5 things that I read:
Top 5 things I listen to:
Top 5 uses of discretionary time:
After 15 minutes with anyone in your house, use 60 seconds to ask their initial impression of what the house says to them. What would they say?
Looking forward, what would I like my future to behold? In order to achieve that, what ought my answers be below?
Top 5 people to hang out with in 2010?
Top 5 things to read in 2010?
Top 5 things to listen to in 2010?
What would I like my home to say?