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The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two
chemicals substances. If there is a reaction both are transformed.

Jung
The Red Book

Stopped to Ponder

"The greatest weapon against stress is your ability to choose
one thought over the other."

William James

A funny thing happened on the way to therapy

"It is the way you treat others that matter the most. In that way
that you treat others is the way they become."

Ego

From Inside The Sane Asylum

Unless you learn to face your own shadows, you will continue
to see them in others, because the world outside you is only
a reflection of the world inside you.

N D Shadow
The umber in us all.

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We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds what ever we choose... Thank you +melya mai

melya mai

Made Me Grinn Series

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From The Road

From the road...I remember well the day. It was in Veracruz. It was a hot day with a humid breeze from the ocean. I was sitting in a small hotel lobby and he came through the open door and asked if he could play a song for me. He had a well worn but beautiful bass violin by his side. To the objection of the hotel waiter, I asked asked him to please join me.

He played a selection from Czardas by Monti...He had been trained as a classical violinist in Mexico City and now spent his days wandering the streets of Veracruz giving of his soul to whoever would stop and listen and pay him a peso or two. He taught music for many years but said the young people not longer had interest in the arts.

I treated him to his favorite beer and slipped him a decent reward for his story and song. I watched him walk outside as he waited for a bus ride to take him home with his large and beautiful bass. I motioned for him to return and said, "I am going your way señor, can I give you a lift?"

When we arrived at his one room home on the outskirts of town, he insisted I join him for his daily diet of flour tortillas and onion sprinkled with a little table salt. I must say, one of the best meals of my life, sitting at that small wooden table.

The floors in his home were dirt floors and his north walls were covered with news print and some pictures from playboy magazine. You heard me correctly. We laughed about his favorite month. I still laugh today when April rolls around. I saw small pieces of plywood stacked
neatly in one corner. Seems he spends any spare money he accumulates to buy wood to make ukuleles which he give away to interested children, with a lesson or two. He had several in various stages of completion leaning against the wall. One drew my attention for its color and style, but he refused my offer of payment.

On my departure I asked who was his favorite singer. To my surprise he said, "Willie Nelson". I smiled, offered him an embrace of friendship and yes I did leave twenty pesos under the tin plate.

I often think of my friend with a big heart and a song to give for anyone who will listen. To this day I occasionally sprinkle a little table salt on an onion to honor his spirit. Be well my friend...

His name is Dario...The salt of the earth...
Ego, my friends call me Doc

Stopped To Ponder

When they criticize you and you notice that you love them still.
Your work will be done.

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"And the young, they can loose hope cause
they can't see beyond today...
The wisdom that the old can't give away."

Pearl Jam lyrics ( The Boat Captain)

Finding The Self

Goodbye, Columbine
Now your path and mine
We must part this world of sublime
But keep a lookout on this day
For you know I will return this way
Be it noontide, a cool eve, or in the winter time.

Ego

The Fool of Rockwall

If I were a fool of any sort, 
I’d leave Redwall and travel forth, 
For only fools seek Terramort 
On the pathway leading north. 
This trail brings death with every pace; 
Beware the dangers lurking there, 
Sticklegs of the feathered race 
And fins that in the ford do not stir. 
After the ford, on night one day, 
Seek out the otter and his wife. 
Forsake the path, go westlands way, 
Find the trail and lose your life. 
When in the woods this promise keep, 
With senses sharp and open eyes, 
‘My nose shall not send me to sleep’ 
For buried ones will surely rise. 
Beat the hollow oak and shout, 
‘We are creatures of Redwall!’ 
If a brave one is about, 
He’ll save any fool at all. 
Beware the light that shows the way, 
Trust not the wart-skinned toad, 
In his realm no night no day. 
Fool, stay on the road. 
Where the sea meets the shore, 
There the final clue is hid; 
Rock stands sentinel evermore, 
Find it as I did. 
The swallow who cannot fly south, 
The bird that only flies one way, 
Lies deep beneath the monster’s mouth, 
Keep him with you night and day. 
His flight is straight, norwest is true, 
Your fool’s desire he’ll show to you.” 
 

A funny thing happened on the way to therapy...

"The light you are trying to see at the end of your tunnel is not the illusion.
The  tunnel is your illusion."

Ego

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