Tonight I was filling out my application for the Wire by Design conference....when the window crashed. Hmm....guess I won't be trying to fly to San Francisco.
Q: What does design mean to you?
Design is the dance that manifests when a humanoid hears, feels, touches, smells, tastes, or sees the magic that comes down from the vibrational-pheres (justasposed up there somewhere above or within the exosphere), down to the earth plane. The magic falls upon...or is caught by one who pays attention. Through the five or six senses that we currently understand at this point of our human awakening, one does her best to translate the wonder of "design," through the lifeforce of creating.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
What my cat taught me
Otherwise known as -- What my Cat TRIES to Teach me
For the past couple of years I've been noticing distinctly that it appears that my cat has been attempting to help me -- and even teach me things. Perhaps the word trying is not the best choice of words. I don't think willow the cat tries -- that would require mental capacity. Rather, willow the cat is just living by instinct...and perhaps intuition.
Willow lives in the now, the present. Just observing her sheer joy of life in this way teaches me that perhaps I should do the same. After all, it's working for her and she is very happy. Me, I'm only happy for fleeting periods of time...like when I'm living in the moment, or playing, or hanging out with friends. So perhaps the student has awakened in me and by observing Willow, the extra spill-off benefit is learning.
Willow tells me every night -- when it's time to sleep...about 11 pm or 12 pm each night. Willow jumps onto the bed, cries, skips about, whines, howls, and even tap dances across my laptop, the laptop keyboard, and appears in a state of distress. When I don't listen to Willow, like last night, invariably I regret not listening...as I suffer for it the next day. Today, which is such a day -- this sunny day in which I slept in, and now have less sun and fun on a gorgeous Sunday.
Willow the cat tells me when to get up in the morning! Again, Willow whines, incessantly with a distressful voice that touches the motherly instinct inside me. Oh my, I must answer the call....eventually. Of course, sometimes I put the pillow over my head. Willow jumps back and forth over my back, causing the bed to become a trampoline that bounces my reverie. When Willow feels desperate, she grabs my hair between her teeth and pulls. Now she is the one acting like the mother cat. When I don't get up, I regret not listening to wise Willow. Either a sunny weekend day gets away from me...or I'm late for work again on a weekday.
Willow the cat sits by her brushing-station when she wants me to brush her. Her brushing-station is her box of toys and her brush. Down on my hands and knees and I brush Willow...but thankfully, I then do my back stretches. I think Willow really wants me to stretch and stay healthy...and the brushing of course, is her reward.
Willow the cat reminds me to play.
And the most wonderful time of day is Willow the cuddling cat on my lap. I need no reminders that cuddling is essential everyday. I look forward to our evening affection. Willow the cat's purr is the meditative song that keeps me sane and helps to get those glimpses of living in the moment.
May this humanoid become every listening...Willow has more secrets. I wonder what she is seeing when she darts her eyes up at the ceiling in a lightning fast surprise?
For the past couple of years I've been noticing distinctly that it appears that my cat has been attempting to help me -- and even teach me things. Perhaps the word trying is not the best choice of words. I don't think willow the cat tries -- that would require mental capacity. Rather, willow the cat is just living by instinct...and perhaps intuition.
Willow lives in the now, the present. Just observing her sheer joy of life in this way teaches me that perhaps I should do the same. After all, it's working for her and she is very happy. Me, I'm only happy for fleeting periods of time...like when I'm living in the moment, or playing, or hanging out with friends. So perhaps the student has awakened in me and by observing Willow, the extra spill-off benefit is learning.
Willow tells me every night -- when it's time to sleep...about 11 pm or 12 pm each night. Willow jumps onto the bed, cries, skips about, whines, howls, and even tap dances across my laptop, the laptop keyboard, and appears in a state of distress. When I don't listen to Willow, like last night, invariably I regret not listening...as I suffer for it the next day. Today, which is such a day -- this sunny day in which I slept in, and now have less sun and fun on a gorgeous Sunday.
Willow the cat tells me when to get up in the morning! Again, Willow whines, incessantly with a distressful voice that touches the motherly instinct inside me. Oh my, I must answer the call....eventually. Of course, sometimes I put the pillow over my head. Willow jumps back and forth over my back, causing the bed to become a trampoline that bounces my reverie. When Willow feels desperate, she grabs my hair between her teeth and pulls. Now she is the one acting like the mother cat. When I don't get up, I regret not listening to wise Willow. Either a sunny weekend day gets away from me...or I'm late for work again on a weekday.
Willow the cat sits by her brushing-station when she wants me to brush her. Her brushing-station is her box of toys and her brush. Down on my hands and knees and I brush Willow...but thankfully, I then do my back stretches. I think Willow really wants me to stretch and stay healthy...and the brushing of course, is her reward.
Willow the cat reminds me to play.
And the most wonderful time of day is Willow the cuddling cat on my lap. I need no reminders that cuddling is essential everyday. I look forward to our evening affection. Willow the cat's purr is the meditative song that keeps me sane and helps to get those glimpses of living in the moment.
May this humanoid become every listening...Willow has more secrets. I wonder what she is seeing when she darts her eyes up at the ceiling in a lightning fast surprise?
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
map through the fog of your mind...or just play
Mindmaps -- helpful to brainstorm ideas:
http://www.mindmeister.com/?r=145226
http://www.mindmeister.com/?r=145226
Friday, August 1, 2014
Why You Shouldn't Refer to Your Team as "Ladies"
If you get referred to as "ladies" in your corporate emails, I suspect you wish you could send a link to this post to the email sender.
Lately as the office, even the female team leader is calling our female team, "ladies." The references makes me cringe. Not that I oppose being a lady; I conduct myself as such.
Why don't you call us, "team?"
Why must you differentiate us as ladies just because we are all female?
Do you call your male team guys or gentlemen?
By the mere fact that you make a difference indicates to me that you, a male manager, also differentiate in the way you view us....and that is a big red flag. Why do you view women differently?
Where I work, the manager has two teams: Our "sub-team" you can say, is all female. I have never heard or read this manager refer to his other team as "ladies and gentlemen." He's busted. As the saying goes, your words disclose who you really are.
When getting annoyed a few times last week (with a female sub-team lead calling us ladies for the second time that week), I did a Google search and only found posts from females who said they didn't mind being called ladies.
Well, after working hours, when out with my female friends of the same age, I don't mind if we refer to ourselves as "girls." We know we're on equal ground; we respect one another.
But when I'm on the professional turf, working my best to compete in a dog-eat-cat world (male dog bullying the female cat), I don't like reinforcing the prevailing and lingering subconscious influence of this culture -- that females in the workplace are any different than the male counterpoint.
The only differences I can detect is that we as females utilize a lot more right-brained resources....and perhaps that is why this whole ladies thing is very disconcerting to me!
OK, go team go!
Lately as the office, even the female team leader is calling our female team, "ladies." The references makes me cringe. Not that I oppose being a lady; I conduct myself as such.
Why don't you call us, "team?"
Why must you differentiate us as ladies just because we are all female?
Do you call your male team guys or gentlemen?
By the mere fact that you make a difference indicates to me that you, a male manager, also differentiate in the way you view us....and that is a big red flag. Why do you view women differently?
Where I work, the manager has two teams: Our "sub-team" you can say, is all female. I have never heard or read this manager refer to his other team as "ladies and gentlemen." He's busted. As the saying goes, your words disclose who you really are.
When getting annoyed a few times last week (with a female sub-team lead calling us ladies for the second time that week), I did a Google search and only found posts from females who said they didn't mind being called ladies.
Well, after working hours, when out with my female friends of the same age, I don't mind if we refer to ourselves as "girls." We know we're on equal ground; we respect one another.
But when I'm on the professional turf, working my best to compete in a dog-eat-cat world (male dog bullying the female cat), I don't like reinforcing the prevailing and lingering subconscious influence of this culture -- that females in the workplace are any different than the male counterpoint.
The only differences I can detect is that we as females utilize a lot more right-brained resources....and perhaps that is why this whole ladies thing is very disconcerting to me!
OK, go team go!
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