Living In A Bread Box

Listen to "Living In A Bread Box" on Spreaker. One of the toughest things about this Coronavirus shut down is trying to convince my creative self that no matter where it all comes from the energy moving through each of us has to be activated. Not when you're in the mood. Not when you feel depressed or lonely. Creative energy doesn't know there's a pandemic taking place. It just knows how you've always given it a place to grow. And when you're creative space isn't given a stage or voice it begins to eat away at the inner core of your mind body and soul. The scenes continue to change. How we watch the news, listen to music, binge watch television to taking with friends on the phone. Through a plastic screen. But as people we cant be hidden away by way of holding back on the truer emotions. Sadly we are. It reminds me of an old episode of The Jetsons. The mother really didn't want to be seen on their space age communication boxes so she put on a plastic mask. Riding the edge of our emotions needs to be unlocked because our normally open 4 walls feel like a bread box. How is your spoken word? Are you sharper in your conversations not so patient to listen? We're all suffering from hidden discomfort. Standing here in 2020 I know why my Master in Martial Arts led me toward meditation. I didn't get it. I hated it. It was embarrassing to be in this place with others doing something I felt should be kept private. The energy from that day never left me. It guided me to look deeper into the history and its presence in our Now. Meditation is like prayer. It's unbelievably private. Its like asking someone what they did in the bathroom. We just don't do that. But with the openness of a moment we are out of control of those who have relied in privacy on the tools that have invited peace need to step out onto the streets of everyday and help build a place where peace can live not just in their life but the eyes on the opposite side of this screen. A thought came to me in prayer this morning. So many people are looking for God's presence in all this. Here's what my writing instrument put into the veins of the living tree. In this moment of Now the presence of God or the Universe is in the senses we were given at birth. Sight doesn't always have to be the golden ring. This Coronavirus is an invisible monster. God has to be invisible to defeat its strength. Look for your peace in every one of your senses. You're life will change.