From the Study-a conversation about possibilities

Drama is the unconscious strategy of a baby being lived out in an adult body.

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To Our Children...

Dr Ego Prozac

Stopped to Ponder

Stop, feel, notice...don't be afraid

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Old Souls

Dr Ego Prozac

Stopped to Ponder

What defines us is how well we rise after we fall.

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From The Study-a conversation of possibilities

"My friend, nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves.
Take responsibility for your actions, but do not blame or judge yourself."

Don Miguel Ruiz

Stopped to Ponder

A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy dare live.
Bertrand Russell

Thank you +Öteki Yüzüm

Clear conscience

N D Shadow

If you have a clear conscience, it's usually a sign of a bad memory.

The Shadow
Resembles Moe Dark

From The Road- Beggar Man

From the Road. He has been a familiar site for days at the corner of his Hollywood and Vine. Always playing his six string and humming a tune. They just call him The Beggar Man. Some days I would leave him alms and others I would share my lunch. Never sensed he was a disturbed or troubled man...just a man without wealth nor health. He always had a smile for all as that passed, even those that seemed to be living a life of strife. On this day I offered nothing but asked Beggar Man if I  could I sit with him a spell?

He nodded and smiled as I sat next to him on the sidewalk. Tried to hum his tune but from his look I could tell he was a one man band...I listened...he played...I saw many stories in his head, as he played and I listened. If you really listen... he was playing and humming The Philosophers Stone.  "It's a hard road, even my friends don't know, And I am searching...searching for the philosophers stone."

His blue eyes gleaming under the brim of his hat...
We just looked at one another as we sat...
How hard is your road my friend...
Where do I start, where do we end...

"You like Van Morrison?" I asked. He replied, "I like the song."

And so it was on that day we both belonged...
That two souls received for more than just a song...
In a brief moment we shared what we thought had gone...
And little kindness to each was shown...

I have returned to that space on the sidewalk now for over two months, and I wonder if my friend may have found his Philosophers Stone. I leave you this my dear friend...

Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I'm still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
And my head is aching and my hands are cold
And I'm looking for the silver lining
Searching for the philosophers stone
Up in the morning, up in the morning
When the streets are white with snow
It's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-o
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the job, well, you've got me searching for
Searching for, the philosophers stone
Even my best friends they don't know
That my job is turning lead into gold
When you hear that engine drone
I'm on the road again and I'm searching for
The philosophers stone
It's a hard road, even my best friends they don't know, I'm searching, searching for the philosophers stone-Van Morrison


Be well Beggar Man...you gave kindness, for nothing in return.
His name is...Rufus

"Yes, I have tricks in my pocket,

Dr Ego Prozac “Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.” ― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

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“The pessimist resembles a man who observes with fear and sadness that his wall 

calendar, from which he daily tears a sheet, grows thinner with each passing day. 

On the other hand, the person who attacks the problems of life actively is like a man 

who removes each successive leaf from his calendar and files it neatly and carefully

 away with its predecessors, after first having jotted down a few diary notes on the back. 

He can reflect with pride and joy on all the richness set down in these notes, on all 
the life he has already lived to the fullest. What will it matter to him if he notices that he 

is growing old? 

Has he any reason to envy the young people whom he sees, or wax nostalgic over 
his own lost youth? What reasons has he to envy a young person? For the possibilities 

that a young person has, the future which is in store for him?

No, thank you,' he will think. 'Instead of possibilities, I have realities in my past, 
not only the reality of work done and of love loved, but of sufferings bravely suffered. 
sufferings are even the things of which I am most proud, although these are 
things which cannot inspire envy.' "

From "Logotherapy in a Nutshell", an essay” 
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning