pear shaped A British expression used to indicate that something has gone horribly wrong with a person's plans, most commonly in the phrase "It's all gone pear shaped." A term meaning "to go to hell in handbasket" or "when the shit hits the fan." Reportedly of British or Cockney origin, from the Royal Air Force's description of circular flight paths gone awry, or "pear-shaped." From: Urban Dictionary, http://tiny.cc/2rx2ty I had an interesting experience over the last 24 hours. I began breaking one of my own rules to live by: ”When you ask an expert for their opinion be prepared to take it, or don’t ask.” This doesn’t mean blindly follow anyone … ever!!! But, if you’ve vetted the expert, and trust your process for determining they’re an expert, or even that they might be an expert, accept what they are saying has weight. Now, I’m a big fan of Master Al Ridenhour’s advice he gives me all the time as I’ve been studying Guided Chaos with him, ”It’s okay to use Continue Reading
Life Is Movement
The Magic of Movement Do you recognize the magic in movement ... or like most people do you take it for granted that humans move? Think about that comment for a moment. We typically don't even notice we have the capacity for or access to movement, despite being in movement virtually in a constant way, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 357 days a year, year after year ... even when we sleep (except for very brief periods of REM sleep paralysis, and even then breathing and eye movement is happening). The exception to this ignorance of familiarity seems to be when we are in pain or unable to move in the ways we want. There's a second factor as well that falls within the scope of the magic of movement ... i.e.: how our physical bodily movement is reflected in and by our thoughts, and how in mirror form our thoughts are reflected in and by our movement. There are many sources that document this at a very precise level, for example the work of Dr. Paul Ekman on micro expressions Continue Reading
L’Chaim …
“To Life …” This morning I was inexplicably brought back to a memory of sitting on a small bench overlooking the bridge that crossed the pond at the Blue Dell Farm in Pemberton, NJ during a break, while at an NLP training with Roye Fraser. I’d gone there to study NLP with him, and discovered he was weaving a magical score with something he called “The Generative Imprint” using NLP to deliver and train in this model of transformational change he’d been developing for about a decade at that time. This was an unusual way to teach NLP, not by a series of exercises to teach either concepts or techniques, like representational systems or swish patterns, but in what he called “wholeform” (something I’d come to appreciate more as I delved into the work of the quantum physicist David Bohm). We’d all sit in the “Hypnotorium” Roye’s name for the room we worked in with him, that was a converted mechanics garage on the property he owned there in Pemberton. Roye would begin Continue Reading
Thinking Small
“I bury the bone so deep that the dogs have to scratch for it.”* I admit it, I’ve always had a hard time thinking small. Some folks are great at it though. They use small words and a just a few of them to express magnificent and expansive ideas. Not me. I tend to be wordy. My sentences run on … and, sometimes on. And, if there’s not a big word to express what I’m thinking and trying to say, I just make one up on the fly. I’m like that. I think that “free speech” means what it says, and I should be free to speak even that which hasn’t existed before I spake it. In fact that’s the heart of the matter. As fish swim in water, we, i.e.: humans, homo sapiens sapiens, swim in language. Words. And, more words. Life is filled with wordiness for humans. All that so far is okay. It’s okay to think small. It’s okay to be wordy. It’s okay that humans swim in language. It’s the “belief” thing that gets us every time though. The idea that the words we read, and the words we hear, and Continue Reading
