Nipun Mehta walks his talk. He’s been doing it for over 20 years now and his walk has been highly successful at helping other people walk theirs.
Mehta was a UC Berkeley computer nerd and a Silicon Valley entrepreneur who witnessed and participated in the peak of the DotCom madness. By the time he was in his third year at UC Berkeley, he was at Sun Microsystems doing work that gave him what he says was more money than he needed.
There he was, well on his way to finishing a degree at Berkeley with a career in fabled Silicon Valley ahead of him, and he felt hollow somehow. It felt like he was coming to a personal dead end and he didn’t like it.
This phrase is fascinating to me. The words evoke a sense of mayhem and magic, and of paradox and painful lessons.
A world-traveling friend gave the words to me as a gift. (He knows I collect such things.) He told me he had seen a tattoo of that phrase two different times in his many years of travel.
One of the tattoos was inked on the forearm of a fellow traveler, a scammer and nascent chaos-hound traveling through Southeast Asia.
The other one, which he saw years later, was on the chest of a European refugee living in Ecuador and working on stabilizing a life for himself and his lady who was earning large as a mercenary soldier in some Middle Eastern skirmish somewhere. …
It occurred to me that the most effective “time management” stance is basically saying “no” to all the things you’re asked to do – either by your own self or by other people — until you get to a thing to which you can or want or have to say “yes.”
The “yes” is your “Go.”
Ideally whatever task pulls that “yes” from you is one that you think will make some sort of difference in your life – one you really want to happen, one that adds something to the life you are living.
Sometimes, though, the tasks that carry your Go are buried under all of the other stuff you have to do. Time management, if you choose to use it, can be a big help when you want to flow with your Go better.
Probably we’ve all heard the teaching stories – the ones that make us all nod as if we know something, the ones that make us mutter aphorisms and wisdom-words at each other about the consequences of greed and getting more and more.
The stories are usually about some guy sitting all alone in a big old mansion on a hill somewhere. He has everything and yet he feels like he has nothing.
(Usually the tale is about a guy, but, really, we could easily substitute a gal in there instead these days.)
Here’s a thought: Maybe it wasn’t greed that led that lonely one down the road to Empty. Maybe he or she just didn’t recognize when they had gotten to “Enough” and just kept on going.
Another IPS (Inner Peace Symptom): a tendency to notice what you are noticing and to ask why you’re noticing it. [Sometimes you notice things that call to your heart and your heart responds by dancing. The best move then is to go do more of that dance….]
Have you noticed the latest trend (especially after the pandemic lockdown) toward hugging trees, galaxy-gazing, mooning over wilderness landscapes and generally dissing our man-made constructs and urban follies?
Going-Outside-with-the-capital-O has become the new default mode of operation. (Mostly ‘cause it’s pretty boring being stuck inside-with-no-capital-I, even with all the latest gadgets and doo-dads.) …
I’ve got some news for you: Just because you are “eccentric” (weird, quirky, odd, freakish, peculiar, unorthodox, unconventional, different…whatever you want to call that thing you do), it does NOT necessarily mean you are a Creative. It does not indicate that you are Innovative and/or a Genius.
Got some other news for you: It’s all good anyhow. …
Crossroads are an everyday, ordinary bit of magic. Each one is the meeting place of potentialities – where you can pause to consider all of the different Maybes of your mind. Each one is a demand that you make some sort of choice.
Legend has it that a crossroads is a meeting place of time and space, a magical but dangerous place where a traveler is likely to meet witches and demons. Crossroads are sacred to Hecate, an underworld goddess of the ancient Greeks. …
It’s a survival thing. When a person is an Outsider — someone who doesn’t “belong” to a group of one sort or another for whatever reason — there is a kind of invisible barrier that rises up between them and the people who do belong to that group.
It’s a very real divide.
“Same” is good, the prevailing culture code says; “different” not so much. It’s a built-in herd thing, I suppose.
Every group has a culture code. Every group will say that there is Right and True and Real and then there is not-right and not-true and not-real.
Everybody who identifies with a particular group (or wants to) is likely to act and at least pretend to think the same way. They all do the same sorts of things.
So, I’m sitting there grousing about how dizzy I’m making myself trying to get a handle on the paradoxical concept of “Surrender”.
The Light of My Life does his Mysterious Mystic grin and tells me, “Surrender is the seed of beginning to see that you are the source of your world. IF YOU ARE FIGHTING AGAINST YOURSELF, YOU LOSE.”
My jaw dropped.
He retells one of my favorite stories, about the time when he was a youngster living in a palapa on the beach for a few months at Playa de los Muertos in Puerto Vallarta before it became a tourist destination. …
One day I happened to overhear a good friend of mine – one of the most generous and selflessly giving people I know – beating up on herself unmercifully.
She was spazzing about how she had fallen down off her (very high) standards-of-conduct bar because she had not stopped to listen (yet again) to a high-maintenance friend’s continuing saga about how everybody was picking on her and how not-right everything in her life was.