The Work is Now in Our Hands, Let’s Do It!

Dear Beloved Good Blog Readers,

Really great to be back before your eyes so soon again.

I left you with the task of coming up with a metaphor to guide us through the strange place that those of us in human services find ourselves these days.

People in positions of power have to make decisions that don’t make it easy for people like me to really explore who we are and what we have to give the world. Everyone has something yet our very over commercialized culture teaches us to want what we don’t have. I am afraid this makes us not care for ourselves. The people in power hoard resources and justify taking them from people they can easily brush off as inferior because they value life so unhealthily.

I am being super intense but I know my growing voice is needed.
My current easy task is to love now the great beautiful soul I am.

I dare you to welcome in your outer loveliness.

Until next time keep pausing for delightful moments.

Fondly,

Mark

Great Soap Box Orator in the Making

Riding the Softer Seas of Acceptance of Me

Dear Beloved Blog Readers,

I hope you are all doing well.

I sure am.

After my last post in which I was totally scared in a boat in Lake Champlain my life started to pitch back and forth. I am happy to say I am on solid ground again and I would like to tell you the story.

I am a big fan of metaphors and sailing into the waters of communication has been a big one as I took on the project of improving my typing by using it to write my movie and find people to help me to make it happen.

Now that it exists I had hopes my life would take off and it would be really clear what the next steps would be.

I found myself in an emotional sea and I have been addressing that in a variety of ways for many months. I have said that several times in these posts and many of you have lovingly written back sharing similar feelings.

Now I am on the beach and shaking the sad water out of my ears and taking an assessment of where I have been.

Oh, I know where some people think I am and that is stuck in a system that is not working. Yes, in some really clear ways I am. But I am here because I am in a body that found itself into this system because it doesn’t work in normal ways.

I want to find a big metaphor to bind together the weakness of all of this and we’ll study it while sipping iced tea.

More on this next week.

Until then think about what your weak, faulty or mismanaged areas are because we can add them into my crazy sculpture and transform it all into a butterfly.

Now, smile and breathe and think nice thoughts.

Fondly,

Mark

The Michelangelo of Colchester, Vermont

The Treasures of Sailing

Dear Beloved Blog Readers,

Hope your summers are shining brightly.

On June 29th I had my one-year anniversary for my blog posting. I want to thank Larry Bissonnette and Ibby Grace who inspired me as they are articulate intelligent writers who have autism. Please check out their work when you have a moment. Also, please send me a fine line about how you find my words assisting you. My goal is to enlighten and inspire.

I am going through some interesting times that are best illustrated by the boat ride I went on yesterday. Oh, I was unsettled by the tipping it did. Sometimes one side was high as the other was low. On the easy Vermont side of the lake was Burlington whose firm shores I wished to be on. I could see the soft mountains of the Adirondacks dearly distant. Oh, I knew right where we all were. Over a deep, deep lake filled with water.

I don’t like getting out of the shallow end of pools so this sailing excitement deserves bravery I never knew I had. Yes, my face shows my fear and yet my heart leaps with joy just like when Pascal Cheng introduced me to typing with support.

Oh, want to tell you that the captain of our small vessel had just finished a transatlantic voyage. I was so impressed to hear that.

Dear readers, allow your selves to wander into new waters.

It’s so good for our minds and souls.

Please also jot a fearless few wishes down and let them grow for the rest of the month.

On we go.

Fondly,

Mark

The Middle Aged Man and the Lake