Joanne Milne's Implants are turned on and she hears for the first time

Sharing some mental tangents :)

A tangle of spitting electric wires. Sparking of each other. Making fires perhaps. Burning themselves. But producing no durable light. Far better to straighten oneself out and produce our own electric light. Shining for ourselves and others. True we can get hot  to the touch. :)  But still.

It was something I had picked up long ago. Straighten your spine. Pull yourself up.  I'd somehow connected the two. I only realized that when I was reading about a Tai Chi exercise.  The authors stressed that shoulders should never be hunched up or forward.  Always rolled back and down.  How strange.  I tried it out. It felt good. It also looked good. And it took away pressure from the spine and neck. How strange and wonderful.  And I wondered.  What other misconceptions have I picked up along the way of my life.  Pause for thought.

There's an order to math or in math that is comforting on a very basic level. 

Calling something a "system" is very misleading. Government system. Education system. It indicates a desired orderliness.  A required end result. It herds us to the idea that robotic obedience is our duty. Even God does not require that of us. In fact we are told to think, consider, observe, question, etc. over and over almost in every page. Obey only when our true heart's mind approves.  After consideration.  If it agrees with the moral compass we are born with. There is no rigid system: it is a continuous choice.

Posture

There is a person whose posture I admire. So I've been trying to imitate it. Standing in front of the mirror. Half sideways so I could see more angles. But however much I straightened, something still looked wrong. Something about the shoulders. I kept trying to get them into this optimum position. Till, finally, I kept my elbows in close by my sides. Pushed my shoulders down and back. Then I bent my arms at the elbow, 90 degree angle, swiveled my arms out to the sides. Palms up. Ah! Got it. 

But how on earth am I supposed to walk around like that! It takes practice. And if you don't want your arms broken you have to keep your hands beside you somewhere and just imagine them swiveled. OK. got it. 

One more thing: you have to watch out for your legs. Yep. They think they have to swivel out too. But no. They have to be held together, toes pointing forward, not sideways. The feet should be balanced on the soles, not on the sides. Good luck, walking! It's become an adventure. 

I teach my body while standing at bus stops. Sitting in the bus. Standing. Walking. But I forget when I'm reading or on the computer. 

I think those who practiced horse-back riding for a long while have an advantage. You have to exert constant pressure on the horse's sides. Keep your heels down. 

Hmmm. Practice. See: these are the fun exercises you can do anytime you're stuck waiting for something. Press your legs together. Feet. Knees. Thighs. OK. Imagine pressing as if you're trying to go right through. On ten seconds. Off ten seconds. But not fully off. You use more muscle power when you don't let them relax completely. 

Meanwhile, you're also keeping your elbows in and your shoulders down and back. 

The daily commute passes in one flash of exercise.  Great fun :)   I'm even walking better.

   

Butterfly wings

Those incredibly beautiful sensitive butterfly wings of your genius soul that need space and gentleness to unfurl.
The slightest touch of an obstacle causes them to snap shut instantly. Even when the obstacle is imaginary.
It is an acquired fear: crashing into obstacles hurts and could destroy. Sometimes we choose to remain unfurled: better safe than sorry, we say. But it is not better. It is suffocating.
How then to strengthen them? So that they can smoothly push away the obstacles and make space for their immense span of beauty. 
I can embrace the world within my wingspan. I know it. Now to do it! :)

To give or not to give :)

You don't not need permission to give. People think they fear rejection the most. Because it hurts. They overflow with love and generosity when they feel loved and are devastated by loss or rejection. What hurts, in fact, is the damming of our roaring life-giving river!  But we don't have to dam it. We do not need permission to give. It is our power. And our bounty.  We are free to give. It is ours to give. So flow and grow. Run strong and fast. Your life. Your love. It is yours to give!  And. As always.  It is our choice. 

 

Allow the life energy which is the love energy . Let it grow. And do not feel ashamed of this need to give. Let it out.  You  should rather be proud that you have it to give. And be grateful.  That you have it to give. Own it. It is yours.  And it is beautiful.

Guys, a Big Thank You for being such marvelous kids!

I have to say this in appreciation of my sons:  they are the fastest I've seen to move from bed to car!
They had a lot of practice! I used to stay up late - reading, of course- so I overslept in the morning. I would wake up late and jump out of bed into their room: kids, we're late! Those marvelous guys! No whining. No complaining. The Silent Express: Dressed. Packed. In the car. No fighting, either.  I'd be putting lunches into backpacks [already prepared the night before, not trusting myself to have time in the morning!] Milk with Ovaltine and Honey for breakfast, as usual, but instead of drinking it sitting up in bed, they had it on the run.
Guys, a Big Thank You for being such marvelous kids!

Pride?

Gifts reflect glory on the Giver not the receiver. I am but the vessel of acceptance.
The shame would be in denying the gifts, minimizing myself, which would indicate maljudgment  on behalf of the giver! In either case an insult and a shame. Is that how I give thanks for gifts?
So be grateful and show appreciation and pleasure in the gifts by making use of them and praising them to others. That is a form of modesty, not arrogance. And the gift is YOU with all your unique individuality!