Unmoor from emotion, find mental peace


So many times we yearn for peace. We want a true serenity that makes our problems seem far away. This is possible – though meditation, it can be possible. Walks in nature, a good back rub, time with kids or pets, a good book that takes you away. All these things can help.

It is quite possible to live much of your life in a calm and harmonious way. Eastern traditions often teach this. The key is mindfulness. To be mindful, observe your emotions. Watch how they work. Think about why they are. This practice, in itself, will help you to be at peace.

If a person lets their emotions run them, their life can be highly turbulent. It can be difficult to relax or get going, relationships suffer, projects only are worked on when the person is “in the mood.” It’s also much easier to be angry or offended and it’s far too easy to feel threatened and lash out verbally or even physically.

Emotions shouldn’t rule things. They are a fickle master. If a person observes them and notices what causes them, emotions can be beneficial. After a time, emotions add spice to life but don’t make up the whole dish. Who would eat a meal that was all spices? Better to have a good solid base with spices as an accent.  Put another way, being ruled by emotion is like being tossed on a stormy sea when you have no oars.

An analytical mind may sound cold and unfeeling. It isn’t. An analytical mind merely decides what the person is going to do, using emotions as information but not letting them run the show. The best place to start is, as mentioned before to be mindful and observe how things work. This is a great way to face fears, ease emotional difficulties, banish anxieties. If attention wanders, refocus. “Failure” is okay. Giving up isn’t.

One of the best parts of living mindfully and thinking about everything is not only will you feel more peaceful, you will learn faster. Your life will run more smoothly. People’s opinions won’t sting as much. Fears won’t loom as large. You will know peace that is based on fact not fantasy. Your brain is your greatest tool, the more you use it the better.

Being guided by your mind and not your emotions is like getting two oars and a motor in your boat tossed on a stormy sea.  Suddenly, you can move about and get to calmer waters!




via Daily Prompt: Unmoored


Temporary Profit – an open letter to department stores

Many of you are rightfully concerned by online competition. Retailers such as Amazon have taken a lot of your market share. So I have a suggestion to increase your profitability in a way that will endure.

Instead of doing more of what you already do, or engaging in progressively more intrusive and annoying advertising, how about capitalizing on your strengths? The strength of a local store is responsiveness. Workers at a store can answer questions, find things for customers, and set up orders for things not in stock. Knowledgeable, personable employees are the difference between a successful business and a faceless set of walls and aisles.

Central planning is the bane of many shoppers’ existence. How many shoppers have gone into a store to buy something and discovered that it wasn’t available in the style they liked because Corporate didn’t carry it? Usually, that just sends shoppers online because comment cards and suggestion boxes do nothing to put the goods they want in the store.

As a business, why not put the human touch back into the department store and be truly responsive to customers? Then they will have a reason not to send all their money to online retailers.  Engage your workers, encourage them to become experts about what they sell, and encourage them to order what customers actually ask for.   The result may be a slightly lower, but more enduring profit, and more importantly, customer loyalty.

Customer loyalty can be all too temporary when they aren’t getting what they need.  Move with the times and with customer demand, and your future will be secure.


via Daily Prompt: Temporary


Blogging from the blanket – feline telepathy

Mom changed her password again but I figured it out.

How did I figure it out? I can read her mind. Today I’m going to share a great feline secret. Cats, you see, are telepathic. There aren’t always a lot of thoughts to read in the average two legged, usually boring stuff like buying food and going to work and when the mail is coming, and hardly ever anything about mice or birds, but we can read them all the same. That’s how we know it’s time for bed, or time to get up, or time to go to work, or come home, or when our two-legged isn’t feeling well.

Mom is somewhat smart sometimes. The other day I was worried about my friend Thomas. He wasn’t in his usual spot in the window and every time I tried to talk to him I just got hurt-sick feelings. And then he went to The Vet. He even stayed away overnight! Feeling what he was going through made me feel pretty bad myself. But Mom figured out why I was sad, and she came to talk to me. She petted me and she told me Thomas would be okay.

Sure enough, a couple of days later, Thomas was there again, looking out his window at me. Our front windows are kitty-corner from each other, so we can see each other to talk. He gave me the slow blink to let me know he was okay. I purred and purred. Mom saw me looking and purred too, in her own way. Even Thomas’s Mom and Grandma were happy! I heard Mom tell Other Mom about it.

Mom did such a good job worrying about Thomas and understanding me that I figured I’d give her a break and write a blog entry for her.


Cat-Mom’s Note:

Our girl Nezumi really did act sad when Thomas was sick.  Was it a smell?  A half-heard conversation?  Simply his absence in the window, that really is kitty-corner from us?  I’m not sure.  I do know that she was moping for a while, and really did perk up when I told her Thomas was being cared for and would be okay.  He needed a night in the hospital but he’s back to his old self again.

On another occasion, I had a very old dog.  She was mostly blind, mostly deaf, and was at that sleeping-most-of-the-time stage.  We loved her dearly but she was nearly at her end.  One night, she woke up from a sound sleep, barking with all her old fervor and running to the back of the house.  All the doors were closed.  I went out, because it seemed she was barking in the direction of the chicken coop.  I opened the back door, ran the fifty yards or so to the coop, and found raccoons attacking the hens.  How had the old dog known?  Closed doors, closed windows, senses nearly gone.  Yet, she knew.

I could go on with stories of how my cat Orion used to wait for me, looking to the east, when I was away to an eastern part of the state, several hundred miles away.  Or how he always knew when I’d be home, and was there to greet me, even if I was early or late.  Keen senses?  Perhaps.  Who knows?

via Daily Prompt: Blanket


A Harmonious Job Interview

Quite a few people are frightened of job interviews.  Here’s how I got over that fear.

I started thinking in a more harmonious way.  I realized, once and for all, that the employer wanted to hire me almost as much as I wanted a job.  All I had to do is show the interviewer how I fit their position.  This doesn’t work a hundred percent of the time, of course, but it removes a lot of stress from the interview process and increased my success rate.

When I go in to interview, the first thing I do is keep a small smile plastered on my face.  My head is up, I’m looking around, I’m friendly with everyone.  If anyone asks how my day is going, I say “great, how’s yours?” or something similar.  I move like I belong there.

When I actually speak with my interviewer, I’m warm and friendly, and I keep in mind that they are just doing their job.  I am thoughtful about my interview responses and I try to inject just a bit of a sense of humor into them.  When I have done the job before, I use that to ask good questions and build rapport.

Yesterday I used this technique to get a job offer.  Not only that, but it was a pleasant, even fun experience, both for the interviewer but also for me.



via Daily Prompt: Harmony


Murmurations of Art

Mindflight is, above all, a site for artists.  I recently had a short discussion about what “Life is Art” means.  Being in a philosophical mood, I started thinking about it.  A fellow blogger and all around cool person, StreetPsychiatrist, said “just imagine if one could infuse art into the most mundane of activities… that would be something of a masterpiece.”

I agree!

I started thinking about all the ways art has been incorporated into daily life across times, across the globe.  I recalled aboriginal dot paintings that are beautiful but tell how to find water holes.  I thought about beaded bags and knife sheaths among the natives of the American Plains.  I thought about the delicate laquerware of old Japan, and the paintings on their paper room dividers.  I thought about the beautifully turned furniture of Victorian England.  I thought of murals in my own city.  I thought of tea ceremonies and singing during work.  Art has murmured throughout people’s lives since humans started walking across the savanna.

Art is everywhere.

It might be that today our art is mostly of the commercial kind.  A lot of thought goes into every plastic product that we use.  However, our disposable life often makes many (myself included) forget about the possibilities to incorporate just a little more art into our daily routine.

It’s easy for me, I’m an artist!  My instinct is to adorn.   I know not everyone is the same way, though.  What should a person do if they don’t feel like they have an artistic bone in their body but wants more art in their life anyway?

Plenty!  People can collect art, whether original or copy.  They can do something as simple as picking out a really inspiring wallpaper for their desktop.  A friend of mine has Van Gogh’s Starry Night as her tablet cover.  They can also collect beautiful things from bygone eras, where there was more care taken in design.  They can incorporate those things into their daily lives.  My mother collects hand painted china.  I have just started collecting antique pocket knives.  For me, restoring those old blades to a new life is another way of inviting art into my world.

Using older, more elegant or interesting items is not only fun, but it also helps reduce modern waste.  So, if you have time and inclination, why not haunt the second hand shops for that perfect blue glass canister to hold your spaghetti noodles in?  Or find a fine old wooden plate stand to support your tablet or phone?  Or learn to make art, some kind of art, to enliven your daily round?

Life is Art.  It’s also an adventure.  Adventure calls!



via Daily Prompt: Murmuration

My gender is not abstract, I am not an “it!”

Nezumi here again. I’ve taken over Mom’s keyboard because there’s something that’s been bothering me more than the yappy dog next door. I’m really tired of being called “it!”

Yes, I’ve had The Operation. But, I am still very much a girl cat. You should hear my high pitched meow! Anybody looking at me can see I’m a girl cat. I’m not an “it.” If someone calls me that, they are calling me a “thing.” Do I look like a “thing?” So what if I don’t have my kitten factory? I still act and feel like a girl.

My adoptive father had the Operation too. He didn’t chase girls but he was definitely male. He didn’t think he was a female. And he was one of the best cats I’ve ever known.

It bugs me when other Two-leggeds do that to Mom, too. They call her an “It” if they can’t figure out if she’s male or femal. She’s not a thing any more than I am! She gives me gooshy food and skritches and everything a cat could want. She’s not a chair, or a scratching post, or some other thing that doesn’t move that might be called “it.”

Wait, here she comes, I should lie down and pretend to sleep again.



via Daily Prompt: Abstract


Life is Resistance

No matter what, the will to fight is ingrained in each of us.

When a child is born, they are usually not a passive bundle being pushed out of the womb. Not only do they struggle and fight for life, but the struggle itself helps the baby’s circulatory system work better. My spouse, who has midwifed fourteen births, says that the baby always fights for life. We are born fighting, and the fighting helps us live.

This also happens to butterflies. If you were to cut open a chrysalis to help the butterfly get out, the creature would not be able to fly. Their body would be large, their wings poor, shriveled things. Only through the struggle of getting out on their own do they gain the ability to fly. The squeezing of the small opening pushes the blood and fluids out of their body and into their wings, which expand during emergence, and harden shortly after.

Chicks struggle to peck their way out of the shell with nothing but their own strength and an egg tooth. Everything depends on this tiny battle. From the first moment of consciousness, the fight is on. Then, it continues in the struggle for food, territory, and breeding partners.

As humans, a lack of struggle weakens us. No weight lifter in the world got strong without lifting heavy things! There are no quick, easy answers. Everything requires effort. Handouts and welfare require effort too – but this time the effort is spent by the workers who pay for the welfare. The old saying is trite but true: There is no such thing as a free lunch. This is true in society, in nature, and everywhere else.

Life, all of life, is a war to be won with deadly consequences for failure. If we don’t fight disease, it takes over. If we don’t fight depression, it kills us. If we don’t continue to learn and grow, we slowly die. Though it might seem so, I am not being morbid – instead I am celebrating the toughness we all have inside. Many of us may not realize it’s there, but it is!

Even in birth, there is no safe space. Every day our bodies are resisting pathogens, bacteria, viruses, fungi. The moment our bodies die, they stop resisting, and the pathogens win. We rot. The very fact that we are still alive means we are winning the fight for one more day.

What will we do with our victory?

via Daily Prompt: Resist