The Ramblings of the Titanium Don
Explorations of Conscious Reality Creation, Mindfulness, and Other Matters
I love to create. I began to write fiction when I was nine. Even with some breaks here and there along the way, I have continued to create characters, worlds, and stories to tell about them. Then, about six years ago, I began to post to this blog weekly. Pathwalking on Wednesdays was the starting point. Two years later, I added Positivity every Monday. Just over a year ago, these posts called Crossing the Bridges came into being. All three
I love my people. Who are my people? My people are the ones who I turn to for support, whom I look to for guidance, and whom I share a great many commonalities. I have found the majority of my people in the SCA. Twenty-six years in the Society for Creative Anachronism has introduced me to a lot of people who are as into history and fantasy as I am. My geeky tribe, frequently of fellow misfits. Yes, I was
Should I be concerned about disappointing myself? I struggle with this pretty frequently, and I know I am not alone in this. Who am I? I ask that question a lot. Part of why I keep asking is because I am constantly changing – which is part of the human condition. Another reason why I ask is because I know that you probably have a different impression of me than I have of myself. Ever hear a recording of your
There are actions I can take, right now, to change my life. The challenge with this is in mindfulness. While the action I am looking to take is relatively simple, it requires a great deal of mindfulness. I have written before about the power of the words I AM. These two little words will ultimately define me, in the here and now, in absolute and specific ways. I AM is far more powerful than the retrospective I WAS or the
I am afraid to do the thing I should do. Afraid is not actually the correct feeling, however. At least, not in the face of logic. Maybe, the more correct thing here is I am concerned about the consequences that would come of my doing the thing I know I should do. What is the elephant in the room? My job. I have a decent, reasonable paying, low-pressure job. The hours are okay. The commute is generally not problematic. This
I love writing. I have been writing since I was 9 years old. Wildfire was sci-fi, 50 hand-written pages long and illustrated by yours truly. The basic premise: the grown-ups of the world allowed this mad scientist to create robots, who took over everything for everyone. The adults got fat and lazy, the kids got distraught over this so they rebelled, stole a bunch of military hardware, created a base in the walls of the Grand Canyon, and in time
Why do I blog? Recently, a webinar I viewed took me to an unexpected place, and I began a course to learn new ways to earn money as a blogger. I mean, this is something I love rather a lot, so why shouldn’t I be earning a living doing this? One of the questions the instructor posed is, Why do you blog? This is an interesting question, and the answer to it caused me to realize that this whole blog
What brings me joy? Sunlight. Writing. Reading. Time with my wife. Time with my friends. My cats. My niece and my nephews. Driving with the windows down and the radio blasting. Helping other people. I want more joy in my life. I want to spend more time happy, excited to greet the day and write my stories and share my blogs and do everything I can to make at least my corner of the world the best place that it
Feeling joy has been something of a challenge of late. I am an empath. As an empath, I constantly feel the emotional states of other people around me. What does that mean? It means when many, many of my friends and loved ones are feeling anxious because of, oh, say, awful acts of inhumanity on the part of our government…I get not only my own anger, frustration and dismay over what is happening, but also all of theirs as well.
We are obsessed with time. Time factors into our lives in ways we hardly pay attention to, but there it is. We are constantly exploring matters of time, events, dates, appointments, past, present, future, and on and on. Time is everywhere, and we are frequently coping with a perceived shortage or overage of it. Why am I going on about this? Because I am sitting here, spending my time doing nothing. On the plus side, as I write this, I