Bwahk-Bwahk!!!

Posted on February 19, 2012 by ruccha

My Beloved says that, after I complete a project, I tend to strut around the house a bit like a hen who’s just laid a particularly proud-making egg.

And yes, I’m doing that.  I just completed my first ebook and put it up for sale.

It’s a tad funny — of all the books I’ve had rolling around in my noggin for the past forty years, I would never have imagined that my first public offering would be about communicating with animals, but a week or so ago, I was in meditation asking about “what next”, and this was one of the first suggestions/nudges I got.

I’ve learned that it’s usually wise to follow those nudges, as I said earlier today, so I wrote up what was in my head and got it out post-haste.  (Well, it helped that on my evening walk, I was pondering whether to release it now or wait — when I walked by a mailbox on my street that I swear was never there before.  It said, in bright white letters:  Little — you’ll understand why this seems like a bit more than a nudge when you read the book.)

Anyway, I’d love it if you’d purchase a copy.  It’s pdf format, so you can read it on your computer, smartphone/iphone, or e-reader.  Go on!  It’s right over here:  http://carruch.com/zen/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=42&products_id=256

And Bwahk-BWahk!!!!! to you.

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Redirection

Posted on February 19, 2012 by ruccha

In various periods of my life, I’ve been re-directed.  Sometimes these re-directions were subtle and a bit mysterious, and could only be perceived in hindsight.  Sometimes they were glaringly obvious in the moment.  The signs and signals that said “Not that way!  This way!” were sometimes gentle nudges, and at other times, they were ten-pound-sledge-hammers applied directly to the cranium.

There’s a certain state of things that I refer to as “The Universe Crossing Its Arms on Me” — times I’ve been given guidance that I either missed or willfully ignored.  At these junctures, flow in my life slows down or stops altogether, and I can feel like I’m slogging through molasses.  It’s as if the Universe simply shrugs its shoulder, crosses its arms, and says:  “OK, if you want to go that way, fine — but I won’t be helping.”

I’ve experienced this enough that I recognize it when it comes around, now.

I’m being re-directed.

My second exchange experiment has been interesting to observe, but it seems clear that it wouldn’t be sustainable for me over time as-is.  I knew at the start that it was something that would rely on a wide-spread participation in order to be sustainable, and it appears that it doesn’t appeal to enough people to make it viable as an ongoing project.

Of the more than 400 people who received the email announcing the experiment, about 31% read it and clicked through to the article (that’s actually considered a high rate of “click-throughs” for an online mailing list), and of those who read it, about 1% chose to participate.

It’s been very helpful to experiment in this way — holding it as “an experiment” keeps it fun for me, and I can observe it with a certain equanimity that wasn’t always present when I would kick off some big project that I intended to be ongoing.

It was interesting to view the top two poll responses from folks who chose not to participate — they were “I’m too busy” (not enough time) and “I’d do it, but I don’t have the money right now” (not enough resources).  I completely accept that the people who responded this way believe that this is reality for them, and I honor their sovereign right to their own perceptions.  At the same time, I’m aware that in the vast majority of these responses, this is a most likely a matter of priorities rather than true lack.

But in a way, that feedback is a huge blessing to me in the course of this adventure — since the experiment didn’t involve a long-term commitment of any kind (it was a one-month trial — even if you listened carefully to every transmission and had the half-hour reading, it would be about 90 minutes total each month), and because it was extremely low cost, I absolutely, positively now know — It’s not about the time, and it’s not about the money.

I’d suspected this for some time, of course, but presenting the last two experiments has brought this into crystalline clarity for me.

I’m equally clear that it’s not about the quality of my transmissions, either — I’ve had abundant feedback and direct experience that show me that what I have presented has changed people’s lives for the better — often, in a profound manner.

The lack of participation, then (not only in this experiment, but as a drop in my regular reading schedule that is so steep as to be a bit dizzying) is neither about how much I charge/do not charge, or the quality of what I bring forth.

I’m obviously being re-directed.

I’ve spent the past two days in semi-retreat, looking and listening for signs as to what the “This way!” is, precisely.  I suspect that it is a radical departure from what I have been doing, not an adjustment — it feels that way — yet I have no idea what “it” is at this point.

Having been here before, and with the new awareness that integration is bringing forth, I find that I entertain no fear about the shift.

In the past, I’d often greet the closing of a door on an old practice as a personal affront.  I’d generally stand in front of it and pout (or even throw a tantrum from time to time) for a few days, weeks, months — and sometimes, even years –before I headed off in another direction.

Now, I find myself sitting by the path that brought me here perfectly, but which has now opened on to a wide expanse where one might walk anywhere, and which has no discernible footprints indicating that anyone else has wandered quite this way before.

I’ll rest here, and have a bite to eat before I begin.

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Sometimes Karma is a Mistress of Sly Hilarity and I Want to Kiss Her on the Mouth

Posted on February 17, 2012 by ruccha

A brief humor break from all the introspection today — so, there is this phenomenon known as comment spam.  Every blogger who’s been around a bit will be familiar with it.

I have some mechanisms installed to automate the handling of spam comments here at MwaP-Teh Blog and at my online forums at my main site, but I still go in periodically to check and make sure there are no false-positives.

The way my blog is set up is that, once I approve your first comment, you can comment without needing approval thereafter — so all first comments from a new email go to the moderation queue.  If they’re spam, the get deleted.   If they’re not, they’re approved and you’re in.

For some unknown reason, there are a couple of very old posts that seem to get spammed continuously.

So, yesterday, I see this comment in the spam-box (from a spammer) on one of those posts:

“When I first commented at your site, I accidentally clicked the “notify me of all replies” — now I’m getting multiple emails every time someone comments.  Is there any way to undo that?”

No, you poor spammer-thing, you.  No, there isn’t.  You will have to deal with being spammed by your own kind.

And you, Karma?  Come over here, you delicious babe.

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Between the Pillars

Posted on February 14, 2012 by ruccha

We’ve often given a teaching about paradox that cites this image:

It’s the High Priestess card from the Ryder-Waite Tarot deck.

The teaching is this.  The two pillars represent paradox.  White and black, seeming opposites, flank the High Priestess in the portico of the Temple.

If you view the temple from afar, it will be clear that both pillars are necessary parts of the Temple (the whole) — but the closer you get to entering the Temple (where Truth is), the harder it is to see them both.  Standing between them, in the doorway, you will have to turn your head and see either one or the other.

This is how it is when you grow closer to a paradox.  The seeming contradictions actual grow starker as you draw closer to grasping the Whole that they are both a part of.

I find myself in an odd place the past week or so — I suspect I am standing closer to the entry of some truth than I suspect, given all the paradoxes that seem to appear.  “How do I create a truly new paradigm while having only the language of the old paradigm to describe it?”  “How do I then invite others to join me there, if they can only hear my description through the filter of the old paradigm that they believe is the One True Reality?”  “How do fulfill a life-path that involves being a catalyst for species-wide change if hardly anyone else in my species wants to play along?”

A difference in me is that I don’t feel attracted or repulsed by either end of these various paradoxes.  This is new — and disorienting, in a way.  Now, the black pillar and the white pillar both seem to hold very little magnetism for me, and I realize how often, in the past, I mistook attraction or repulsion for true guidance.

My language-based brain can categorize this experience under the term “equanimity”, but the habitual mind tends to run around frantically, shrieking “But . . . but . . . I don’t know where to go!!!”

Today I was thinking that this equanimity might be a tiny taste of how the All That Is considers things, since it knows Itself only as a wholeness — and I could imagine that creating a Universe in which various beings do experience attraction and repulsion could be fascinating and entertaining from such a state.

During the past week, I’ve been playing with the exercise included in the CSA project — that of nourishing my spirit consciously every day, at least three times a day.  Often, I found myself spiritually in a place that I’ve often experienced physically — hungry, but not sure what I wanted to eat, exactly, and staring into the “spiritual refrigerator” a bit aimlessly, un-entranced by the items on offer.

In physical tastes, my favorite food is Maine lobster.  There’s a charge and a protein hit that is like a high for me.  I’ve been searching for my “spiritual lobster” — but I haven’t found it yet.

Perhaps it’s inside that Temple.  Maybe if I stop swinging my head from pillar to pillar and go inside, I’ll find it.

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Why Rumi Chose Poetry

Posted on February 10, 2012 by ruccha

I began this year wanting to communicate the process of this integration.

That desire is still in me like an itch.

Words, though.  Words.

Too small, or too indistinct, or too generic, or lacking the perfect hue — I sift through them, lately, like jumbled beads in a box, trying to string them into a mala that might pray us to the same awareness.

And I read that paragraph, and it speaks something like I want it to, and I am aware that some will read it as jumble, and some will scratch their heads, and others, still, will only see madness.

But you.

You are still reading.

So I’ll tell you that my walk tonight went on through a moon-suffused fog.  That the streets all went where they’ve gone before, but I didn’t.   That some smell that prefaces Spring  met me at every step, and the sound of water etching its way to the ocean brought me to stillness next to the storm drain.

Why Rumi Chose Poetry

I begin
to understand
a little
at last.

The cadence
and tone
of experience
is as
potent
as any
particular.

ruccha – 2/9/12

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Interesting Times

Posted on February 8, 2012 by ruccha

It’s said that there’s a Chinese curse that goes:  “May you live in interesting times”.

Allegedly, this is the first of three “curses” of increasing severity (followed by “May you come to the attention of those in authority,” and “May you find what you are looking for” — it may be important to note, here, that no actual traditional Chinese sayings have ever been discovered that seem to imply the same meanings).

Today, I lived in a most interesting time, and I feel quite blessed by it.

What a strange world I’ve created.

Last night, I was happily coding/creating away at our website, preparing the pages which will serve the CSA members who have joined so far.

In the midst of this, our site simply . . . wasn’t there any longer.

I puzzled over it only for a few minutes before calling the web-host.  They assured me we’d be back up in two hours.  Three hours later, I phoned again.  Now it would be another three hours.  Finally, I went to bed.

This morning, the site was still discarnate.

What’s remarkable about all this is that it’s happened before — but my response was entirely different.  Two years ago, our site was migrated to a new server without warning.   Much ranting and raving ensued.

A few weeks after that (because the webhost had made changes to an essential file on my site without telling me) we were hacked out of existence, and I spent two weeks of 12-hour days getting our site back to normal (ranting and raving was heavily featured throughout this period, as well).

This morning, when I awoke to find website and email completely unavailable some twelve hours after I’d been told the “issues would be resolved very soon”, I just made a cup of tea, and sat down to examine what I meant to tell myself.

When I say that I don’t believe that coincidence exists, I mean it.

I don’t just mean it a little bit, or in certain circumstances — I believe it utterly and ultimately — so even if a circumstance seems to display characteristics that would appear to be “beyond my control”, I figure that this itself is just more information about the reflection I’m presenting myself with.

I spent much of the day considering the metaphors and mirrors of the occurrences.

When a “server” “crashes” and needs to be “migrated” to a “more suitable platform” — what do you think that means?

Especially since it happened mere hours before I was about to deliver the first bag of groceries for my Spiritual CSA?

Sometimes I have to laugh at my own obviousness as a creator.

I realized that I’ve still been thinking about my ventures into new ways of exchange as a way to “serve”.  In fact, I believe that it’s time for me to accept my role to “lead”.

My resistance to the concept of leadership is lifetimes old and has been stubborn in this incarnation, too — as with the language of commerce, the language of leadership, as I’ve known it, can be rife with power-imbalances and skewed valuation (“leaders” are valuable/important/unique — “followers” are dime-a-dozen/expendable/sheep-like).

Then, too, there is the implication that leadership is inherently lonely (it’s kind of hard to see anyone else if they’re “behind” you), and the fear of ostracization that we have drummed into us (“keep your head down” – “don’t make waves” — etc.).

The persona/embodiment known as “Carol” was born to leadership (I really want another word for “leadership”, by the way):

  1. Sees things not immediately apparent to those around her much of the time.
  2. Is brash, confident, and feels a driving urge to act on impulses.
  3. Talks (a lot, and mostly, very cogently) about what she sees and feels driven toward.
  4. Doesn’t just want to “go there” — wants to “go there” with other people, too.

That’s a ridiculously partial list of the innate qualities that seem to point me toward embracing this role enthusiastically . . .  ah, but there’s the rub . . .  it’s still a “role”.

I don’t want to be a “leader” any more than I want to be a “server”, now.

I just want to be.

So, that’s what I did today.  I took my own advice and nourished my soul, walking the town in a random, wandering fashion, returned home and did what I said I’d do, with relish and engagement.

This is where I went today.  Do you want to come along?

Poem From Today’s Walk

high up
in sharp edges
some bird
calls urgently
from the holly

the pampas
sighs out
tiny pops
as if the day
were warmer

and this tree
black cantata of rising twigs
paints
its mute song
against the sky

we walk past
all ears and eyes
wondering
“What was that?”
“What did it say?”

lower your eyelids
and face the sun
watch the crimson
turn slowly to white
you’ll know soon enough

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Exchange Experiment #2

Posted on February 3, 2012 by ruccha

Yesterday, a dear friend phoned to chat — she told me she’d been missing my updates at the blog, so here I am with another (and I thank her for the nudge – :) ).

Late last night, I completed the announcement and introductory materials for my second experiment in equal exchange.   As I explained to my friend, I’d had my mind pretty well wrapped up in the logistics and details of how to present the “Spiritual CSA” concept to my existing audience.

In that “mind-wrapping” time, one of the things I found fascinating was the entrainment and habits that kept popping up in me about how to invite people to monetary exchange.  I wanted to convey my excitement about the experiment’s potential, and be transparent about the strength of my desire for others to participate — and yet many of the “go-to” phrases that arose in my mind as I thought, wrote, and filmed about this seemed robotic and habitual — they were the type of phrases that we are taught when “marketing” a product.

Those entrainments existed far beyond simple phrases and word-choice, I found.  They were also present in the form of certain ideas about what to say and what not to say — how much to reveal.  In traditional marketing, you are taught to always portray yourself as profitable and confident — to “never let them see you sweat”.

This training is the source of the forced grin, the too-firm handshake, and the extravagant slogans of “business as usual”.

When I think of that habitual masking (masking that I quite actively practiced for many years, thinking it made me a “savvy” and effective entrepreneur), it’s no wonder that people who assume themselves first as friends often feel reluctant to “go into business” together, since so many of us equate the requirements of “professional” interaction as inherently inauthentic.

I’d discussed this exchange experiment with a number of people who are close to me, and I tried to think about the words and affect I chose when talking to them about it.

I was willing to reveal both my excitement and my concerns about the experiment during these conversations, without resorting to any need to “get” them interested — in fact, I found that the places they seemed disinterested held a lot of information for me.  Those areas of falling energy or reluctance showed me where my concept might need refocusing or refining.

One of the puzzles in the entire process of transforming my thought-habits around exchange, and inviting others to join me in doing so, has been this:  It seems clear that we need new lexicon to frame evolutionary methods of exchange, precisely because the old speech of the market has been so tied up in inauthenticity and manipulation.

The language of “deals” and “bargains” — even the term “value” — can be so enmeshed in our minds with past shady or questionable business dealings that when one of us finds something as simple as an “honest” auto-mechanic, attorney, or car salesman , we will excitedly spread word of this to our friends, as if we’ve discovered a rare bird or a presumed-extinct beetle.

So, as I put together my materials for this experiment, I found myself initially moving toward saying things like:  “This is a great deal for you!” — but instantly feeling a certain internal hesitance — even, perhaps, a recoil.

I started to study the nature of my repugnance, however slight it was.

One source of discomfort is that the statement “this is a great deal for you” is not truly a “what is so”.  I really can’t know what kind of a “deal” this might be for the person on the receiving end of my communication, nor can I name what value it might have for them.

I also realized that my characterization of this as a “deal” was always in comparison or reference to something else — my past prices, the prices others charged for similar services, or the Capitalist idea of “what the market will bear”, etc..

I know that what I do has value for me.  I’m well satisfied with its quality and integrity.

I’ve heard from others that it has value to them, as well.  I’ve had many clients tell me that a single session with me moved them forward more than a year (or years) of traditional therapy, and I have no reason to doubt that they were reporting their truth.

I’ve even had clients who didn’t enjoy their session, but later told me that it was very valuable to them, precisely because they realized that they didn’t need to be consulting someone else, but instead, needed to dive into their own path and guidance.

So who names “value”?  What is it?  At the highest perspective, I know that there is value in everything, ultimately.

I suppose “benefit” and “mutual benefit” (my new words of choice when describing my desires around sustainable Equal Exchange) have similar difficulties in terms of subjectivity, but somehow, I sense that these have a more direct and objective measure to them:  If we interact, and each of us walk away from that interaction feeling expanded and added-to, then there has been mutual benefit, to my way of thinking.

Since the motion of this Universe is expansion, that mutual expansion seems aligned with the flow of where this particular incarnative setting wants to go — everyone becomes “more”.

Think of the tropes and slogans attached to traditional marketing:

“Limited Time Only!  Get yours before they’re gone!”

“You’ll never find this low, low price anywhere else!”

“. . . and that’s not all — if you act today, I’ll throw in this [blah,blah,blah]. . . . “

I know these tropes — both because I’ve seen them and I’ve used them.  They’re called “motivators” or “incentives to buy”.  I can understand them.   As a sole-proprietor since 1988, I’ve often faced the situation where cash-flow is tight and customers are skittish, whether because of the “Economy”, a post-holiday cash-crunch, tax-time, or any of a number of other factors.  In those times, I did what I’d been taught to do, if I were to be a “savvy” business-woman; I ran a “limited time special”.

And it worked, usually . . .  but for reasons that I no longer want to support.

You see, all of the pitches I listed above rely on the client’s perception of lack — the idea that their monetary resources are scarce, or that they don’t have enough time, or even that I’m offering them some amazingly great thing that they don’t really deserve, but I’ll give them the “opportunity” to get it anyway.

Blecccch.

And the strange thing is, I’ve been considered by my clients  (and myself) to be one of the more “ethical” business-people around.   I worked over the years to be “fair” and “upfront” and “professional” with people that I did business with.  I never cheated my clients or jacked up prices just because I could.

But simply refraining from being a profiteer is not enough, I believe, if a true evolution is to occur in the arena of commerce and exhange.

The best moments of exchange that I’ve ever experienced have all been about exuberant, joyful, mutual benefit.  The client who feels they got something priceless (even if it was only me, as a contractor, fixing that finicky switch in the bathroom that they dealt with every. damn. day), and me heading home with a “fair” price in my pocket and the bonuses of their ecstatic appreciation and my own satisfaction with a job well done.

I’ve worked at jobs where I’ve made “a lot” of money, but in which my supervisors, co-workers, or clients disrespected or downright resented me.  I’ve worked at jobs where my pay was considered “small”, but which satisfied my soul at every level.

Guess which one I’d go back to.

I no longer wish to “motivate” (manipulate) anyone to play or work with me.

I want to welcome those who feel drawn to what I have to offer, and to greet them with an open heart and open face.  I want to ask them what they are seeking and frankly tell them whether what I have to offer might hold some part of it.

And more than this, I want to grow, and to nurture growth in others.

I’ve never really thought about myself as a “gardener”, but I think that, perhaps, I am just that.

 

 

 

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In My Laboratory

Posted on January 28, 2012 by ruccha

Here in Day Four of my first equal exchange experiment, I feel the curiosity and excitement of the true scientist rising in me.

In retrospect, I see how the brain-chatter that preceded the kick-off of the experiment was predominantly distractive — all about “what-ifs” and warnings.  The excitement I feel now is leading me to construct the second experiment differently — to consider precisely what I’m testing out, and what I wish to know more about, rather than taking any account of how I might “get” others to play along.

So far, Experiment #1 has a pleasant, easy feeling to it, and the sessions I’ve provided under its structure have a hum and thrum to them that I hadn’t known I was hungry for.

This is a revelation I hadn’t anticipated:  I’m far more interested in offering things which “feed the souls” of those I play with than in “solving their problems”.  I’m aware of the spiritual starvation implied in so many of the things I hear from others around me.

In our 2010 “Year Of . . .” talk, one of the things that was heavily featured was the fact that, if we are practicing fear, but taking no action to actually address the thing we say we fear, we eventually have to admit to ourselves that the fear is simply entertainment.

Such a need to bounce the shiny bauble of fear daily surely indicates a profound boredom, and I believe that boredom stems from a hungry soul.  We become desperate to fill our consciousness with something — anything — that will make the emptiness seem less resounding.

So I intend to bring my attention to this — to become a living soup kitchen where nurturing the spirit is primary and ongoing.  The soul that is well and truly fed will have all the energy it needs to go out and solve its own puzzles.

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Excited Particles

Posted on January 24, 2012 by ruccha

I’m experiencing excitement right now.  I came to a partial completion on the treatise I mentioned yesterday (you can read its current incarnation here:  Toward a New Concept of Exchange), and I made my first invitation to playmates who might want to join me in this sandbox.

The Universe saw fit to answer this, just as I was about to hit “send” on the email announcement of the article, by placing a donation in my inbox, in which the donor mentioned that they were excited by the idea that I’m planning to kick off on Feb. 1 — Experiment #2:  Sharing The Spiritual Harvest.

The truth is, I was vacillating on that second experiment — I wasn’t sure if it would be effective to kick this type of thing off in a temporary way, yet it seems to me that true experimentation requires the willingness to begin with the sense that all things may be temporary — and here comes this affirmation:   An expression of interest before I’ve even fleshed the experiment out fully for myself.

And this excited my particles.  I can feel the humming energy of the “Yes” I received.  I can feel my own “Yes” answering it.  This is what confirmation feels like, and the soul’s resonance, and forward motion.

It is different than the excitement of anticipation.  It is less jumpy and more “leaning into the wind” — less caffeine and more champagne.  I have no idea what will happen — no anticipation, really, at all — just this raw excitement at taking a single step toward something that’s been calling me, and feeling the next step call immediately.

My post today will be brief — I’ll leave the treatise for your longer reading, if you’re so inclined.

Thank you for putting your eyes here.


 

 

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Doing a Puzzle

Posted on January 23, 2012 by ruccha

In my family of origin, laying out the pieces of a huge jigsaw puzzle is one of the opening events of any holiday gathering.

This slowly-solved puzzle usually sits in one of the two prime socializing spots — the living room or the family room.  Many hands turn its pieces over the days, and it’s always fascinating to see how different individuals categorize by color or pattern or shape until there are general groupings pulled into this corner or that of the big fold-out table reserved for this purpose.

Many conversations pass over the top of these pieces, and it seems to me that when the last piece is put in place, there’s always a sense that all that talk has somehow saturated the completed picture.

I feel like a bit like the pre-finished puzzle right now.

I’ve been feeling a certain urgency about entering a new paradigm in terms of exchange for the plurk I do in the world, and I’ve been laying out bits and pieces of it — finding patterns and edge-pieces and colors and textures, and grouping them all into little sections on my folded-out consciousness.

There’s much talk that wants to happen over this puzzle, though, and many hands needed to turn and try the various segments against one another before it comes to completion.

In my days of walking out and my days of moving inward, I’ve been meeting people and seeing things that are all parts of the final picture.  Right now, though, they are still simply areas of similarity and difference.

So, I’ve decided to just have fun doing the puzzle.

I think that, in the past, I tended to wait until I had everything figured out before I did something as bold as “presenting it to the public”.  I would carefully calculate all kinds of factors — how to make it as simple as possible for the people I wanted to invite to whatever it was I was doing, how to make the technology work in a way that didn’t confuse people, how not to scare them off with “too much” description, or befuddle them with “too little”.

I laugh as I type that, because without exception there were always those who were confused, or put off, of dissatisfied, and there were always little pieces of technology or communication that didn’t work exactly as I’d imagined they might.

I realize now that waiting until it was all “perfect” often kept me from playing with others in a truly creative manner.  If I waited until the jigsaw puzzle was “perfect” (completed, “done”) without attempting to put some pieces together (and often finding they didn’t fit), I’d never get a puzzle “done” at all.

I’m working on something of a treatise right now — about how I’ve been trained to think about exchange, and my perceptions about how my native culture tends to think about exchange — and this writing has helped me put more pieces of my puzzle on the table.

But I suspect that I’m ready to start (at least) putting together some “edge pieces” — just like when you’ve got the table over-crowded with pieces and there are still many more in the box  — at some point, you just need to begin.

So, tomorrow, I’m going to invite people to play with me.  If you haven’t already gotten on my email list at my main website, go over there and do so using the link here:  Join My Email List   That way, you’ll get an invite to this new paradigm play about exchange.

(You can also just register at the site:  CosmicLaugh.com  — registering is free, and will put you on my email list, too, plus give you notifications for other stuff like my free monthly podcast.)

Oh, and if you didn’t read the previous post — I know have a widget that let’s you get an email notification whenever I post.  Just enter your email and hit “Subscribe” in the widget in the right sidebar (Hint:  that’s over there >>>> right under the tip-jar).

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