Category Archives: Manifestations

Please Fasten Your Seat Belts

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Today it is cold, wet and windy outside. From my living room, I watch jets coming in low as they approach PDX three miles to the south of my home. Usually they are high up and flying due south when they pass overhead, but with high winds, they must change their approach to an alternate runway, and so they pass across the view from my front window in a westerly direction, appearing almost as low as the trees.

It is January. A new year, a new decade no less. And with my birthday falling within the first week of the month, I face a triple mile post of time marked, and the reckoning that elicits. Have I spent the past year well? Wisely? And what will I do with this blank slate of 2020?

I will fly high, I vow, when conditions allow. I will be open to alternate approaches when circumstances turn dicey. And even through turbulence, I’ll take full advantage of the journey. because that’s the way of the determined traveler. I’m buckling up for 2020!

winter winds bluster
branches swing on steadfast trees
holding through the storm

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For dVerse Challenge: Beginning (again) ~ Haibun

preaching to the choir

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Sincere words of courage and wisdom
solicit resounding amens from the choir loft,
and hallelujahs that reverberate
through vacant pews and empty stares.

The familiar message inspires those
who came to sing along, and though
not having fallen on deaf ears, it nonetheless
does not reach the ears of its hoped-for audience.

A lackluster congregation adjourns
to the fellowship hall to await dispensation of
the promised coffee, cake and cookies.

But the coffee is cold, the cake is stale,
and the cookies have raisins
instead of chocolate chips.

And so it’s no wonder that,
after the uplifting words
heard by none save the choir,
the good folk in the fellowship hall
see no recourse other than a
coffee-splashing,
cookie-hurling, and
oh-so-ungodly
food fight.

Let the Congress say…
amen.

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Couldn’t Resist

Circle Dance

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Round moon makes its
rounds around the
round earth that moves
‘round the bright,
round life-giving sun.

Cyclical seasons grow the
round bulbs of spring into
round flowers in summer that
round out colorful bouquets.

‘Round about autumn we
round up fallen leaves into
rounded piles to jump in and play.

Round snowballs fly as
round-faced children run
‘round in the wintry cold.

Cyclical seasons
round out our years as we
cycle through ages and stages in the
circle dance of life.

R  R is for Round.

Manifest This!

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I know, I know. I’ve done this rant before. But obviously I didn’t rant thoroughly enough to get it out of my system. So here we go: Manifest Rant, the Sequel.

Manifest is a verb (used with object). It does not mean to attract like a magnet in a steel ball bearing factory. It is not a synonym for “magic trick,” where getting what you want is as easy as reaching into a magician’s top hat. And my favorite anti-definition – gleaned from an internet search: Manifesting is NOT “goosing the quantum field” to create a world in which “everything you desire is yours for the taking.”

Based on an internet search using the phrase “how to manifest,” I discovered that people are searching for ways to manifest…

  • money
  • love
  • whatever you want
  • instantly
  • anything
  • your desires
  • your dreams
  • winning the lottery

True confession: I used to use the term “manifest” in pretty much the same fashion, although I never goosed anything, quantum or otherwise.

I do believe we can create what we truly desire in life. I do believe there are forces – both seen and unseen – that can and will assist us once we are clear on what it is we truly want, once we put that energy “out there” with confidence and trust.

But I don’t believe that whatever we desire is “ours for the taking.” Ever.

So what does the verb manifest really mean? Here you go:

Manifest – verb (used with object)

1. to make clear or evident to the eye or the understanding; show plainly:
He manifested his approval with a hearty laugh.

2. to prove; put beyond doubt or question:
The evidence manifests the guilt of the defendant.

Alrighty, I feel all ranted out now. I’m going to go manifest my curiosity now, by trying to figure out just how one really goes about goosing a quantum field.

M  M is for Manifest.

Jetsam: Lightening the Load

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Flotsam, Jetsam & Lagan: sounds like a prestigious law firm, doesn’t it? Or maybe a 1960s folk rock group? But no, these terms have a more nautical theme.

I’ll let dictionary.com explain:

Flotsam — 1. the part of the wreckage of a ship and its cargo found floating on the water. 2. material or refuse floating on water. 3. useless or unimportant items; odds and ends.

Lagan — anything sunk in the sea, but attached to a buoy or the like so that it may be recovered.

Jetsam — goods cast overboard deliberately, as to lighten a vessel or improve its stability in an emergency, which sink where jettisoned or are washed ashore.

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I won’t be channeling my inner pirate here; I get seasick in the bath tub if I take my eyes off the horizon. The thought of people chucking things into the ocean intentionally is also rather sickening, but I’ll save that for another post.

The point of this post is:

 Life is like a shipwreck.

Wait, that doesn’t sound quite right… Anyway, I’ll wade in with my analogy:

Sometimes we go about life having taken on a lot of unnecessary “odds and ends,” and when we get hit with – “stormy weather” shall we say — we founder and end up floating about, all wet. The “useless and unimportant” baggage we were needlessly hanging onto bobs about pointlessly in the waves nearby as we frantically dog paddle and wait for rescue. That’s flotsam.

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Sometimes we get the “ship” kicked out of us and lose our footing on dry land, but we manage to take stock of what happened and what’s important to us, and we can devise a plan for how to recover from our losses. That’s lagan.

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And then there’s jetsam, when we rid ourselves of the unnecessary baggage that’s weighing us down, impeding our progress, or endangering our stability. And having done that – and continuing to do it – we sail through situations that might otherwise have sunk us.

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I’m striving for jetsam; lightening my load of unnecessary stress, worries and material “stuff.” It’s definitely an ongoing process. Stuff seems to seek us out at every port, clinging to us like barnacles on a boat.

Okay, swabbies, I think this ship has sailed. I’m off to the galley for some chow. I suddenly have a hankering for fish and chips.

J  J is for Jetsam.