I was in a pretty bad emotional box last week. For context, I'm a 49-year-old father, with a 3-month-old and a 3-year-old. I'm writing about this for the other fathers out there who might relate. So, about my MAAN box.
I realized about halfway to the building that I must have been smiling, because nearly everyone that I passed with whom I made eye contact, seemed to be smiling back at me. I smiled through the morning meditation and I'm smiling now as I write these this.
The word "like" is a wicked weed that has killed the flowers of language in the speech and communication garden of life. "Like" is an infestation killing off meaning in every spoken human contact, and no spray or bomb of intelligence is strong enough to wipe it out.
If our thoughts and energy are not supporting our life, then our life will not feel supported. Therefore, we must take responsibility for our life by consciously supporting ourselves in every given moment.
Unless you are aware of how you feel, you can't choose something different. And choose something different you must. When your feelings aren't supporting where you want to go, you must be willing to put them aside and move forward.
But I think it's more than just the pills and the lubricants that make sex in our second half such a wonderful activity. Our Elders have finally figured it out--and they're having the best sex of their lives.
When you hear the sound of Barack Obama's voice, how does it make you feel? How about the sound of John McCain's voice? Shut off your logical left brain and simply attend to how you feel when you hear their voices.