Last Moment of Bliss

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“I have twin 5 year-olds and I haven’t slept in 5 1/2 years. You know what’s blissful? Coffee. Every single morning, coffee is the absolutely most blissful thing in my life. Having kids is amazing in a whole other way, but bliss? I’m not sure we’re there yet!”

-Anna Paquin

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Stop Being a Slave, Period.

 

(My Note:

I must say – when people say “unplug from tech” – we usually think of our entertainment devices: phones, televisions, etc. In my own life – it’s more than that.

I got rid of my clothes dryer last year because 1. it eats electricity like a fiend and I am budget conscious but also 2. because hanging clothes out to dry – relaxes me. It’s good for my mental health and stress levels.

The same with the dishwasher. I hand wash my dishes. It keeps my fingernails clean without my even having to try, and it also is relaxing, not to mention the metaphysical cleansing that happens with interaction with water. I think it’s way more cost effective than a dishwasher as well although I haven’t researched and proven that. It’s at least not using as much electricity, I am assuming that much. I do use the dishwasher – to DRY my dishes in. It keeps them off the counter space while they are drying.

Some of our “devices that are supposedly invented to ease our workload and give us convenience – in my opinion only speed our lives up and stress us out. They just give us the opportunity to do more work faster. And I don’t think that’s always a good thing. Then we take anti-depressants and drink alcohol to cope with the heightened speed and pace of our lives, and that is for our best, how? 

Just my opinion, but just because others say something is awesome and for our best – doesn’t mean it actually IS. Judge these things by your own standards, not society’s or commercial manufacturers, who have their own agendas in mind.

And now for the featured article lol:)

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“Stop Being a Slave to Technology: Here’s How to Unplug”

by Joshua Krause

taken from www.readynutrution.com

If you could pluck any of your ancestors from any period of time in history, and send them to the world we live in now, they would be in for quite a shock. All of the technology that we have at our disposal would seem like magic to them. The diseases we can cure and prevent, the speed with which we can communicate with anyone around the world, the devastating weapons we use to defend ourselves with, and the machines we use to travel from place to place, would all leave them in awe.

They’d have to pick their jaws up from off the floor after they see what kinds of energy we use, and I’m not even talking about nuclear power. For people who relied on firewood for most of their energy needs, the cost and energy density of crude oil would blow their minds. I’m sure that seeing the accessibility of food in our society would cause a similar reaction in their minds. The idea that some people in the West only need to work a few hours a week to cover their food and energy costs, would leave your ancestors shaking.

And then they would meet us. The residents of this magical high-tech world.

They would see people who spend more time staring and laughing at their ghostly screens, than they spend interacting with other human beings. They would meet us, a generation of people who are terrified of the sun, and who can’t step outside without slathering themselves in odorous creams (or who barely spend any time outside at all). They would be introduced to people who can’t find their way home or solve any practical problem without first consulting the computers in their pockets. They would come face to face with a society that is willing to sacrifice privacy for high-tech convenience.

They would see a society full of people who are completely out of touch with nature, and completely helpless without all of their gadgets. And more importantly, they would discover how incredibly stressed and unhappy many of us are, despite the wonders at our disposal.

Truly, we are slaves to technology. Here’s what you should do if you want to break free, and get back in touch with your humanity.

Stop Multitasking

Multitasking is the bane of the modern world. We clean the house with the TV on in the background, we text on our phones while we eat dinner, and we talk on those same phones while we drive. People in the modern world are obsessed with cramming as many tasks in their day as they can, and they pride themselves on their ability to multitask. And even though most of us like to believe that we’re getting a lot done and that we’re really good at multitasking, in reality we all really suck at it.

Every scientific experiment that has tested people on their ability to multitask, has shown that it’s not an ability any of us have. Anytime we try to tackle more than one task at a time, we perform across the board. Unfortunately, the gadgets we own have made it incredibly easy for us to get distracted. We use our gadgets as a crutch and an excuse for when we don’t want to do the task at hand. So stay focused and do one thing at a time. You’ll do a better job, you’ll learn more, and you’ll enjoy yourself more.

Get Back in Touch With Nature

Despite how far civilization has advanced over the years, human beings still have pretty much the same brains and bodies that we had when we were hunter gatherers. In a sense, we are an anachronism. We live in this sophisticated, high-tech wonder world filled with 9-5 jobs, cars, phone bills, taxes, and gadgets, but we’re still the same people who used to spend the majority of their days in nature.

At heart, the outdoors is where we really feel comfortable, yet we live in a time where most of us, especially our children, spend so very little time there. Our brains were never designed for the task of staring at screens for 11+ hours a day, and we’ll never be truly happy if we don’t set the phone down and spend some time outside. We evolved in the outdoors. It’s where we belong. If we don’t set aside time to be away from the hum our gadgets, and to enjoy nature, we’ll never really feel fulfilled or satisfied. It might even make us a little crazy.

Try to Remember How You Killed Time Before The Internet

If you’re old enough to remember what life was like before the proliferation of the internet and smartphones, or if you’re young but you remember what life was like before your parents gave you access to those technologies, then you’re in luck. You actually have some sense of how normal human beings are supposed to behave when they don’t have anything important to do.

Do you remember what you used to do when you weren’t working, doing chores, or studying? Did you doodle or write? Did you play the guitar? Did you tinker with stuff lying around the house? Did you go for a walk around the neighborhood? Those are the sorts of things that people used to do when they didn’t have anything important on their plates.

These days we feel compelled to fill every waking moment with electronic entertainment. We act like boredom is a crime, and the only way to stay out of jail is to check our email and watch another episode of whatever is on Netflix. We have to keep our brains in a constant state of hyper-stimulation. We fear quiet, contemplative activities. If you really want to unplug from technology for a while, then you have to teach yourself to not reach for digital entertainment every time you find yourself with an empty moment. You have to kill that knee jerk response, and learn how to enjoy the things you do, not the things you watch other people do.

Quit Using Gadgets to Solve All your Problems

Undoubtedly, the internet is one of the most useful things that humanity has ever invented. Having that vast library of information at our fingertips is a godsend whenever we have a problem that needs solving. It’s provided a voice for countless ideas and people who would never have had a voice in the past. Unfortunately, it’s also making us stupid.

Whenever we have a problem, we’re faced with two solutions. Figure it out ourselves and learn a thing or two along the way, or if this problem is out of our depth, we enlist the help of a friend or we hire a guy to fix it. If the problem arises again in the future, we know who to call. We all have a ‘guy’ that we refer to when a car or a computer needs fixing.

We also treat the internet as ‘that guy.’ We refer to it anytime we need to fix something, or find directions, or remember an obscure fact. Every time we do that, our ability to remember and our ability to learn, dies a little. We know that if any given problem shows up again, we can just look it up. Our brains don’t bother to retain knowledge when we know that it can easily be recalled for us at the click of a button.

In the future, always try to do it yourself first before you ‘look it up.’ Try to remember a phone number before you look for it in your phone. Try to remember that witty quote before you search for it on the internet. Take a shot at finding your way home before you refer to your GPS. Your brain is like a muscle, and if you never bother to use it, you will lose it.

Do Nothing At All

I dare you. No, I double dog dare you, to do nothing at all. Do you even remember the last time you just sat alone in silence for a while? Have you stopped to consider how crazy it is that most people can no longer stand to be alone with their own thoughts? That’s not an exaggeration. The inability to withstand silence is a sign that you’re a slave to technology.

Scientists have conducted experiments where they place people in a room with blank walls, by themselves for 15 minutes, and tell them to just sit and enjoy their own thoughts. A third of the participants admitted to cheating and checking their phones. Most of them admitted that it was an unpleasant experience. Then they introduced a device that would give these participants a voluntary electric shock. Two thirds of the men and a quarter of the women in this study chose to shock themselves out of pure boredom. Many of us would prefer physical pain over doing nothing at all. That’s freaking sad.

If you really want to stop being a slave to technology, then every once in a while you should take time out of your day to do nothing at all. You don’t have to fill every moment of your waking life with vapid entertainment. Meditate, or stare at a wall, or quietly think about your future. It’s a normal, healthy part of being human, and our technology has robbed us of our ability to quietly be ourselves. So take back the reins, unplug yourself for a while, and enjoy being human again.

Joshua Krause was born and raised in the Bay Area. He is a writer and researcher focused on principles of self-sufficiency and liberty at Ready Nutrition. You can follow Joshua’s work at our Facebook page or on his personal Twitter.

Joshua’s website is Strange Danger

This information has been made available by Ready Nutrition

Originally published April 18th, 2016
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Dedication to Sekhmet

taken from Rededication to Sekhmet, by www.netersekhmet.com.

 

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O SEKHMET, DESTROYER OF THE INESSENTIAL,
Cleanse from me all which hinders the broadening of my experience,
my tolerance, and my generosity of heart.

REVEAL THE SEED OF BRIGHTNESS,
Uncover my Heart’s Desire,
And bring that silence of peace
In which its voice I may hear.

O SUN, LIGHT THIS DARKENED HOUSE
Devour with your rays the pride of my ignorance
Clear away all obstacles in my path,
And with Beauty inspire me on my Way.

O, TERRIBLE! O, IRRESISTIBLE!

PRAISE UNTO SEKHMET THE MIGHTY!
And woe unto him who would make War upon Her,
For even the greatest is subdued by Her Love
And the World overwhelmed with the children of Her Victories!

Excerpt from “A Summer Evening’s Meditation” by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

photo credit: “Orion on the rise!”: Bob King

Lines 14 – 60
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The shadows spread apace; while meeken’d Eve
Her cheek yet warm with blushes, slow retires
Thro’ the Hesperian gardens of the west,
And shuts the gates of day. ‘Tis now the hour
When Contemplation, from her sunless haunts,
The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth
Of unpierc’d woods, where wrapt in solid shade
She mused away the gaudy hours of noon,
And fed on thoughts unripen’d by the sun,
Moves forward; and with radiant finger points
To yon blue concave swell’d by breath divine,
Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven
Awake, quick kindling o’er the face of ether
One boundless blaze; ten thousand trembling fires,
And dancing lustres, where th’ unsteady eye,
Restless, and dazzled wanders unconfin’d
O’er all this field of glories: spacious field;
And worthy of the Master: he, whose hand
With hieroglyphics elder than the Nile,
Inscribed the mystic tablet; hung on high
To public gaze, and said, adore, O man!
The finger of thy GOD. From what pure wells
Of milky light, what soft o’erflowing urn,
Are all these lamps so fill’d? these friendly lamps,
For ever streaming o’er the azure deep
To point our path, and light us to our home.

How soft they slide along their lucid spheres!

And silent as the foot of time, fulfil
Their destin’d courses: Nature’s self is hush’d,
And, but a scatter’d leaf, which rustles thro’
The thick-wove foliage, not a sound is heard
To break the midnight air; tho’ the rais’d ear,
Intensely listening, drinks in every breath.

How deep the silence yet how loud the praise!

But are they silent all? or is there not
A tongue in every star that talks with man,
And wooes him to be wise; nor wooes in vain:
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

At this still hour the self-collected soul
Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there
Of high descent, and more than mortal rank;
An embryo GOD; a spark of fire divine,
Which must burn on for ages, when the sun,
(Fair transitory creature of a day!)
Has clos’d his golden eye, and wrap’d in shades
Forgets his wonted journey thro’ the east.

-copied from: www.digital.library.upenn.edu.

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Interesting exploration of “A Summer Evening’s Meditation” : Anetta Newcamp, Examining Anna Laetitia Barbauld’s poem, “A Summer Evening’s Meditation”

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Great short video on “Stars: The Art and Science

My First Award : )

Thank you so much, Ragazza Triste (Cynthia) of www.wondercyncyn.wordpress.com, for nominating me for the Mystery Blogger Award! This is my very first blog award ever! By being nominated for it, it appears as though I have achieved some of my writing goals mentioned below!

What I like best about Cynthia/Ragazza Triste is that she says in her about page that she knew even before I turned 12 that I wanted to be weird, different and boring.” I only just now looked up her blog name’s English translation and it’s “sad girl.” Rancor is one of favorite poems of hers: “He ignored my plea when I implored him to stay / I cried silently / Gripping the metal of my verdict.” She is an eloquent poet and a joy to read. Also, thanks to her, I  now know what a Jeepney is!

About The Award:

Created by Okoto Enigman, this is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts.

He decided to call the award”Mystery Blogger Award”because the meaning of my name, “Enigma” is “mystery.” So basically, it’s named after myself; the creator. Plus, I think it’s cool because there are so many blogs that are still a mystery to us; and when we get to know them, it’s divine! And we find friends where we least expect.”

Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.

Incidentally, THIS is how this award started. Cool background.

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I’d like to also promote my fellow nominees, all amazing blogs and well worth following:

I Speak Loud Thoughts: Everything and Anything

Poetry From the Inkwell

Words & Pictures | Halifax, Canada

Writing Journey 2018

Writing With an Open Heart

Grumpy Asian Poet

Elderberry Tea

Being Bipolar: Trying to break the stigma!

Be Inspired

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Our Questions:

1: What film best describes your life?
Riding in Cars with Boys probably

2: Which pet do you prefer? Cats? Dogs? Reptiles? Why?
RODENTS. Any. love them all. I’ve always loved them, starting with guinea pigs, love squirrels, mice, rats, rabbits too.

3: Why did you decide to become a writer?
Does anyone actually decide to be a writer?
I”ll be interested to see others’ answers to this one.
I’ve written poetry since the 5th grade and writing comes so easily to me that I do try to get paid for it sometimes. This blog though – is just my creative outlet. Something I learned I should make time to give myself from my friend Shalagh Hogan at www.shalavee.com

4: What do you want to achieve as a writer?
A living would be nice! Mostly I just like to share ideas and thoughts. To inspire and educate others about things I find out about, or know something about. To improve someone’s life. To publicize little known people, places, events or things that I think are cool.

5: What are your pet peeves?
Having to say something after I’ve already said it. Having what I have said be disregarded. Inefficiency.

6: If this world will end now, what are your last words?
I love my babies!

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I hope I can find people to nominate that haven’t already done this! But here goes – some of my favorite blogs who steadfastly keep my attention, which is not an easy thing to do between my attention span and my life!

Ellequyence , Forgotten Meadows , Julie CaresMy Loud Bipolar Whispers , Opinionated Head , Perimenopausal Ponderings , Refract Reality , O at the Edges , Sync With Deep , and Writer of Words .

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IF YOU’VE BEEN NOMINATED, THESE ARE THE RULES;

  • Put the award logo/image on your blog.
  • List the rules.
  • Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  • Answer the questions you were asked.
  • Nominate 5-10 people & notify.
  • Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify).

 

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And here are your questions, Nominees!

  1. What is the biggest triumph you feel you have overcome?
  2. Who do you love?
  3. What is one significant way you’ve changed since you were a child?
    And I ask this because of my post on being judged as Anti-Pet by my children.
  4. Who would you gladly knock off if you could do it and get away with it?
  5. Which of your blog posts is one of your favorites and what inspired it?
  6. Silly question: What’s the stupidest way you’ve ever hurt yourself? Or most embarrassing.

And the Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

Children of the stars they say
Reaching
Shackled to our feet of clay . . .

The coin that knows but one side
Seeking
Self-knowledge  history  denied.

Almost comprehend, not quite
Feeling
Never growing to full height

And stepping to an off beat

Fated

Trapped beneath the sun’s bright heat.

Stars pattern in the night sky
Small ones always asking why
Doomed to crawl and then to die
Children of the
Stars can’t
Fly.

 

Copyright 1992 mds. All Rights Reserved.

 

I Speak With No Perspective

I speak with no perspective
Yet I possess assurance
Or think that I do

I speak with no compunction
No persistence, nor aspiration

. . . but I speak with love,
And I breathe confusion.
Life intermixes the two
And gives them to me
To live.

In case you were wondering.

 

Poem: Copyright 1995 mds. All Rights Reserved.

Photo:  Faerie Girlby MeganCoffey ©2012-2018 MeganCoffey

 

102 Degrees F

She stands in the warmth of the sun,
hot thighs pressed together purely for the pleasure
of the feeling of skin against skin.

There is tension in humidity.

In the heightened suspension
of water particle after water particle parading
in the dampness of the wet, clinging, air.

Her skin is strangely aware of itself at times like these and
she of it and it of her, though her mind notes only the
discomfort, ignoring the rise and fall of its corporal rhythms.

There are hiccups

in the air

hardly discernible disruptions

of the slightest degree

pockets

of coolness if you will, a temperature interrupt

an honesty laid bare.

She stands in the warmth of the sun, burning
yet dripping moisture, seething with an untenable fire
of the inner kind, restless, moving and yet unmoving
finding not comfort nor expression
pain nor release.

From what?

I don’t know.

I only see her moving, see her
becoming awareness  of the existence of her skin.
And her body hears hints of whispered thoughts
and is surprised
though still disbelieving of the fact of a
consciousness besides its own.
It does at least try to grasp
the concept.

Molecules begin dancing more quickly now
pregnant with the fires of intense friction
murmuring in their own muted language

the self-same language of babies, and of children
that secret language of twins and animals
defying a hasty description
or any kind of competent judgment.

They become breathtaking in a
most literal sense, stealing her concentration
yet all the while teaching
her how to breathe.

Wet and hot embrace
breathe one another in, gradually
while body and mind mix the rhythmic
memories of their comparative souls
all under the guidance of

temperature.

They have successfully grasped the first precept.

She stands in the warmth of the sun, contemplating
what she cannot figure out, hearing her name
in a thousand places, at least.
She glances up and around but by then it’s too late
with her thighs pressed together
then apart purely for the pleasure, or is it

comfort?

And in perfect time with the humid air.

 

 

copyright mds  1995 all rights reserved

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