The Practice of Your Life

The Exercise and Pursuit of a Consciously Created Life

Communism 2.0?

Nov 26
2008

Well I’m no Thomas Friedman and no, I am not a communist. Look at my picture (click on “About”) – does that look like the face of a communist? The reason I’m writing this post is because I wonder if two famous communist rallying cries are actually coming to pass in our world today.

(1) “Workers of the world unite.” (Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels)

In the Communist Manifesto, Marx believed that communism would arise from a revolution of the international (my italics) working class. He believed that each person’s work, and how they worked was entirely personal and individual, and that the capitalist mode of production necessarily alienated the worker class because it forced the worker to essentially give up his inherent creativity to produce in… Continue reading

What does it take to rise up from mediocrity?

Nov 22
2008

I have noticed something about many people who have found success in their true calling. Before they found their passion, or became famous they had already either excelled in business success, or they hit the dregs of existence and were homeless addicts on the verge of suicide, (or heading in that direction).  Wayne Dyer the famous author was an orphan and an alcoholic, Rhonda Byrne the producer of the Secret claims to have been bankrupt and suicidal. Eckhart Tolle was suicidal when he had the experience that led him to write the power of now. Louise Hey almost died of cancer. On the other end of the scale we have people like Jack Welch, Bill Gates, Bob Parsons, Jerry Jones and Mark Cuban – people that seemed to have lived… Continue reading

Que Sera Sera

Nov 14
2008

Know the song?   I remember the Doris Day original, and lately it seems the song is making a comeback by someone or a band called Pink Martini.   I’ve heard it quite a few times in Starbucks and it brings back memories of a time gone by when things were easy, sweet and innocent.  And as I sat listening to the song today it occurred to me – I hate this song.

“When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here’s what she said to me:

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.”

No seizing the day or… Continue reading

“Our President is a black man”…

Nov 05
2008

… shouted a black man in a car driving past me on Times Square last night.   “And a white man”, I said out loud to my friend.   She laughed.  “He’s like that Michael Jackson song.”  She laughed some more.

We had come from Rockefeller center a bit in shock at the speed of Obama’ victory.  Quite in keeping with the “shock and awe” of a political campaign on a scale never before seen in American history.

As we walked along the streets of New York everyone seemed jubilant.  Everyone … not just black people.  And I thought how strange that I don’t think of Barack as a black man, but as a transformational charismatic leader.  I think for many people this is indeed the case.  The fact that… Continue reading