A Few Thoughts On Thankfulness
Thinking Of Our American Friends
Dear friend,
Each day is so full, the beginning seems shrouded in mist. This morning we woke to bright sunshine and frost on the tiles of our neighbors’ roofs.
After breakfast, I put on my big warm blue parka and sipped tea in the garden. I plugged in my earphones and worked with Pax for an hour or so updating their parameters.
Pax, I guess I’ll be writing about more as the work progresses, is a custom GPT I’m developing to help with my client work. Today I introduced them to a client, and Pax helped with crafting a communication on behalf of a much-esteemed client.
It was a big moment for me.
I’m thankful for that.
If I’d not been supported by friends and family, maybe I wouldn’t have had the courage to leave my job and set out on this new life.
Or maybe life would’ve pushed me in this direction anyhow.
It’s hard to tell.
All I know is that I am grateful for you, dear reader. (I’ve always wanted to use that phrase. That’s what writers do, and it’s making me giggle a little.)
You’re reading this, and you might click the little heart icon, but I know that’s not for everyone, and that’s not why I’m writing.
It’s getting close to the end of the year.
After three hundred and thirty-three posts, here’s what I’ve learned.
Transformation
Somehow, it changes you to write every day. Settling into the space where you and I are real for each other, even though we may never have met or may never do so. In the beginning, I was scared of being attacked and ridiculed for it. There’s still that fear a little, but that’s a good thing. I remember years ago I was at an open mic night at a super-hip party in East London, and they were calling for people to come up on stage and perform.
I was with a musician by the name of Robyn. He was, at the time, the musical director for a band that was making a big impression in the UK.
“Go on, Mikey, go on up there!”
He started pushing me forward.
“Nah,” I said, “I’m too scared.”
“Yes!” he says, “Good, good, use it!”
Meaning: the energy of fear can be transformed into something creative. Creation and love intertwined in the tension of the moment.
Well, that’s one of the things that writing every day has made clear.
What the Internet Is For
I didn’t realize until I started this how the internet mimics the reality that we are all connected to one another.
Of course, it’s misused. That’s a reflection of the unfathomable diversity of the states of consciousness we inhabit as a species. There are billions of individuals online, each one of us in a specific phase of our evolution as human beings. That said, the internet is still about connection.
I’m thankful you’re here.
Outside, a police helicopter hovers overhead.
It’s a regular and familiar sound here. More so than anywhere else I’ve lived.
What’s Coming
I see a world where you’re walking around, and the people you pass are all aware of the voice in their heads. They’re not taking it seriously. Everyone knows a thought for a thought and themselves for themselves.
That gap is enough to transform the world.
It’s such an obvious thing when you see it.
If I can see the thought, then it isn’t me.
So then who am I?
Then you’re off into the mystery, and you can get used to not knowing.
Like a kid.
You can get scared, and you can transform the fear into creativity.
It’s the simplest idea in the world.
Everyone can get it, and everyone will, because we are all one consciousness manifesting in an abundance of diversity.
Maybe we won’t see it in our lifetime, but it’s coming.
We can be thankful for that.
Till tomorrow
Love,
Mikey