The Practice of Your Life

The Exercise and Pursuit of a Consciously Created Life

Customer Service Rep

Jan 29
2009

“But that’s not what’s happening,” I said feeling the irritation in my body and hearing it in my tone.  I could tell that the poor customer service representative, who was trying her very best to help me, could feel it also.

I had called in to address a problem I was having with my new computer and my problem was just not being solved, at least not fast enough – read immediately – for me.  I realized that old familiar pattern and for a moment reflected on all of the poor innocent and genuinely helpful customer service reps I had decimated over my career as telephone customer from hell.   How many customer reps have I sent sobbing into their manager’s office seeking refuge and solace  from the unreasonableness, rudeness… Continue reading

Acknowledging what’s there

Jan 15
2009

Feel like typing this morning.  Talking with my fingers.  Usually I prefer to handwrite with my fountain pen in the mornings.  Very therapeutic I find … a good way to corral “free radical” thoughts that could do damage if not captured and put away somewhere.  This morning my computer seems the best place to do that.

This afternoon I’m taking my Dad – my stepfather technically, but really my Dad – to the hospital.  He’s having a goiter removed tomorrow.  The surgeon, who is one of the best in the country, is confident that while it’s a serious operation for a man in his late ‘70’s, it will go well.

I find myself worrying though.  Trinidad is not known for setting the standard in health care and the… Continue reading

Insect Messenger

Jan 08
2009

As I sat in my practice of gratitude and positive intentions, alignment with the Universe … blah, blah, blah … I was feeling very good and perhaps a little proud of myself.  I’m learning, practicing and inventing technology that works and I have traveled far on the road to Mastery.

Then I felt something crawl on the back of my neck, and as I reached my hand to dust whatever it was off, I felt the sharp, intense, electrifying and mind-focusing pain of an insect sting. And this guy was skilled in the arts of Applied Pain.

I jumped out of my chair and tore my shirt off to make sure it hadn’t got down my back to cause more damage, but there was no need.  My Ninja… Continue reading