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Restless Night.

Things don't look right.

Things don’t look right.

Restless Nights.

Which ever way you look at it.

Which ever way you look at it.

This morning I woke up or was I actually asleep or in a sort of stupor. I had one of those restless nights caused by reading a disturbing book just before bed time. It is not a good idea to fill our head with negative input, especially before bed. I usually avoid things like that not eating a heavy meal or doing anything to hype me up. I never watch those TV programme full of violence and disasters. I did not find the book was disturbing while reading it.

Too good to be good for you.

Too good to be good for you.

I found the book interesting because of the stories of how men build monopolies to become rich, disregarding the welfare of others. “A fast Food Nation” by Eric Schlosser, on how America has influenced the worlds eating habits. Except for stressing the statistics in places, to a point bordering on boring, it is easy reading. I skim over those parts and parts I was already fully aware of. But it was not a bed time story to induce a good night’s sleep.

A little cafe in Busseltin W A.

A little cafe in Busseltin W A.

How I cope with restless nights is to remind myself, if my brain needs rest I will sleep, if I am only physically tired then all I need is to shut my eyes and take a few deep breaths and relax.  Usually I drift off into the land of oblivion or, as last night, into dreamland. Last night the dreams reflected on the dark side of what I had been reading.

Busselton is a nice town..

Busselton is a nice town..

This morning I did not feel very enthusiastic, mindful of my mood, I normally would have put on what I call my ‘get up and go music’.  I have music selections to encourage any mood. Unfortunately my music collection is 3,777 km that is 2,347 miles as the crow flies. At 600 m/p hr. a jet takes about 4 hrs. from here to the east coast of Australia.

With a nice atmosphere and food.

With a nice atmosphere and food.

So I fell back on my old friend Will Power to get me to the Gym. Just take it easy, but do it, I thought. I climbed up on the cross trainer and as the cadence built up, the heart started pumping it was like the sun had come out from behind a dark oppressive cloud.

This crocodile was not a man eater.

This crocodile was not a man-eater.

Pauline and I had lunch in town, not in a fast-food franchises but a little designer sandwich place. I had a nice salad on whole grain bread, with avocado instead of butter. Pauline has the same, adding turkey to hers. She said it is very good for you I agreed but even this shop had reconstituted meat. “Not for me sweetheart,” I said, recalling that book, “I will stick with mostly vegetarian.”

This is the best food.

This is the best food.

The sun is shining bright. I will sleep tonight. Looking out over the sparkling ocean a gentle breeze making the Buddhist prayer flags flutter and the little bell tinkle. Everything is pristine I do not need other music to lift me up. Nothing remains of this morning’s mood.

Sunset

Sunset over Indian Ocean.

I wrote this post in Geraldton but because there are so many things to do and see when visiting new places blogging has a good deal of competition. Finally I am posting, there are not enough hours in the day that may be why I do not need as much sleep as doctors recommend. It is said, ‘Sleep when you are sleepy, drink when you’re dry, but don’t forget to breath or you will die’.

Happy Buddha has been eating fast food.

Happy Buddha has been eating fast food.

Cleaning Windows.

Pauline  entering Canberra Museum dwarfed by the windows.

Pauline entering Canberra Museum dwarfed by the windows.

Cleaning Windows.

A window is like a picture in a book and it is said a picture is worth a thousand words. If those windows are not clean it is like having dirty pictures in your home. The pictures we look at will influence our thoughts and emotions. Unwholesome pictures infect our thoughts. Those thoughts will become emotions that lead to actions that develop into habits. Keeping windows clean contributes to our wellbeing.

Sunset and Busselton Jetty reflected in windows.

Sunset and Busselton Jetty reflected in windows.

Who lives without a speck or smudge of grime on their windows? We must not be judgemental remember the story of Jesus saying “Let the one without sin cast the first stone.” Look beyond the blemishes there is always beauty if we look for it. There are no bad people they are either sick or ignorant, the sick need help and the ignorant need teaching.

Canberra Museum window.

Canberra Museum window.

A shattered, broken window is dangerous, like a psychopath, to be avoided. Leave the treatment required to those qualified .

Window in Banbury Art Gallery.

Window in Bunbury Art Gallery.

Let us get back to cleaning windows and lightening things up.

This is window cleaning Brisbane 2014.

This is window cleaning Brisbane 2014 or Having Fun.

George Formby was an old-time performer who sang a saucy song called ‘When I’m Cleaning windows.’  I can only recall one line, ‘The blushing bride looks divine, the bridegroom says I’m doing fine, I’d rather have his job than mine, when I’m cleaning windows”. If you want more frivolity, hit the link.

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Canberra Museum's fibulas architecture.

Canberra Museum’s fabulous architecture.

If you want to clean windows I have a few tips from a professional window cleaner, when I took on a casual job window cleaning. I liked the work out on a ledge looking in on the office workers toiling at their desks, while I enjoyed the open air, exercising and making the windows sparkle. We used a chamois, now they use squeegees, so my tips are out dated, the one tip that is still applicable is clean horizontal on one side and vertical on the other so you know where the missed bits are.  A razor blade is handy to remove paint spots and the like. Pay attention to the corners and at my age I must remember I have lost the agility and balance so be careful.

A lot can be seen in or out of a window.

A lot can be seen in or out of a window.

The Sydney, Queen Victoria Building was built 1898 is Renascence architecture and from 1959 to 1971 was occupied by The Sydney County Council. It was 1968 when I was cleaning windows on Q. V. B. and there were no hoists or swinging stages on the building. We had safety belts that hindered your movement and gave a false sense of safety as the old eye-bolts were insecure. The building has been refurbished many times and now is totally restored and packed with upmarket shops; do not miss looking in on it if you visit Sydney.

Window with a good   view.

Window with a good view.

When cleaning the windows of the ladies change room I used to sing, not just because I was happy in my work, but ladies did not expect to see a man outside the window a couple of floors up. My singing was not all that good, but I think it was appreciated.

These ladies were happy to be looked at.

These ladies  in Albany were happy to be looked at.

There are shop windows to be looked in, windows to be looked out of and windows to the mind and windows of opportunity. There are also the Microsoft Windows programs that can be frustrating. When you are finding the computer program not acting as you would like. Take a few deep breaths look out the window and come back to reality.

A cute shop window in Donnybrook W.A.

A cute shop window in Donnybrook W.A.

These are my idea’s on Dawns  Lingering look at windows. 

It is Chrystal clear.

It is Chrystal clear.

Miraculously Interconnected.

Misty morning sun.

Misty morning sun.

The sun shines, the rain falls and the seed germinates. The sun provides the energy, the earth the nutrients and the rain the moisture. The seed draws its power from the sun, its moisture from the rain and nutrients from the earth. This is a simple explanation a detailed account would be too complex and confusing.

Ebb and flow.

Ebb and flow.

The female produces the egg from the nutrients in her body, obtained from the nourishment from the food she has eaten. Likewise the male produces semen. When a couple mate only the strongest one of millions of sperm will reach the egg first. We are the winners in the human race the first out of those millions to live as human beings. Transformed into beings out of the vast cosmos but still part of the interconnected whole.

Reminder of the reality of impermanence.

Reminder of the reality of impermanence.

  The flower of life is consumed or withers and is transformed into compost. Returning as nutrients to the earth this is the cycle of life. Nothing is wasted or destroyed it only changes form. Man has progressed in understanding over the last two or three thousand years. Empty space is not empty and the colour of the flower is not the colour we see, we see the colour that has not been absorbed by the flower it is the same with any other thing we look at.  We now realise the world is not flat or the centre of everything.

Inside the cave.

Inside the cave.

Primitive man needed an explanation for natural phenomena.  Man has an insatiable curiosity and a big ego, if we do not know we think up a logical hypotheses and work with it till it is proven or disproven. Thunder, lightening,  droughts and floods were explained with the invention of gods.  Today some of the gods are folk law, others have become myths, others fight on for supremacy. While some men still struggle searching for answers, others pray to their gods.

Above the storm clouds.

Above the storm clouds.

A monolithic single God could be the way to find peace but first we need to agree on which god and which prophet, or we will still have problems like Israel and Palestine.

Behind the clouds the sun still shines.

Behind the clouds the sun still shines.

Everything in time must change, when will people change with the times?

Rainbows appear.

Rainbows appear.

It is time we realised nature is a delicate balance everything is an interconnected part of the whole cosmos. Nature is infinite man is mortal. To declare war on nature by meddling in its balance is hastening our extinction. Man is a part of the natural system but not an essential part. Man has become a parasite that is in danger of killing its host.

In nature all is subject to change.

In nature all is subject to change.

We have to conserve, buying only what we need and not waste precious resources on war. Our commercial system has to change from a greedy, throwaway society to a caring compassionate one.

All things are passing like waves passing.

All things are passing like waves passing.

Not only the flower withers and dies, all things are subject to change, all things are passing. Completing the circle of life and becoming nourishment for the new eternal life. As Mr Spock said to Captain Kirk,” There is life on the planet Captain but not as we know it.” Another helpful quote “The Tao that can be described is not the real Tao.” These words are attributed to Lau Tzu. Along with religions I will put all the gods in the too hard basket; I dare not put them in the egg basket as gods are often violent and vengeful while eggs are fragile and vulnerable.

"I protect my eggs."

“I protect my eggs.”

Man does not need threats or bribes from a god and a religious hierarchy to goad them to live in harmony. What is needed is the understanding that all things are constantly changing and interdependent. One then realises that greed, hate and ignorance are the cause of discord. The survival of the fittest is misunderstood, the reality is the survival of a species is trust and sharing. There is no action without a like reaction. The reaction to force is resistance, love and kindness is not met with resistance. If one wants respect they must be respectable, what one gives one gets, this is the law of karma.

My view of one distant perspective.

My view of one distant perspective.

Born out of the world from the earth I came. Into the earth I will return home. This is the cycle of life; let no one mourn the change. Clinging and wanting what is impermanent is against the laws of nature and brings only grief, change is unavoidable.  When the transition comes to me, do not cry, I have been freed from my body. The person is now as the grass that grows; cows may turn the grass to milk. The flowers will bloom; I will be pushing up those daises. The birds will still sing in the entire vast array that makes a day and the non-existent separate I will be once more united with the all.

Can you see a cow and calf?

Can you see another animal eating with the cow?

What is name  this rose?

What is the name of this rose?

What’s In a Name?

Known to no one Jack plays for fun.

Known to no one Jack plays for fun.

Jack Caldwell is an ordinary name for an ordinary person. I can work and make this name into a name of acclaim and transform my ordinary self into an extraordinary person.  With hard work and perseverance, I have been told anyone can achieve this. It is this well-trodden path that many people choose, to make their name of acclaim.

Sam Baroo would play for you.

Sam Baroo would play for you.

Do I want to join the jostling crowd clawing their way to an inevitable end, no my friend. I do not want to look back down the steep, rugged trail to see a joyless journey. I would rather sing and dance, love and romance, in tune with the song of a bird. Painting a picture of contentment I can then depart without resentment.

With much more talent than Jack.

With much more talent than Jack.

To make a name for myself I will use imagination and make my own name by lateral thinking. From all the heroes of the past the name I choose must outlast, withstanding the test of time, a name outstanding, and sublime. I have the phone book in my grasp but all the names appear ordinary. No name that rings a bell that will resound to waken everyone around, a peal that is appealing bringing forth a joyous feeling. This name must chime throughout the land a name so wondrous and grand.

Still most people never look back.

Still most people never look back.

I will graffiti my words, every place one must visit, and sign my signature for all to see, so everyone will remember me. Words of wisdom I will write, you will recall them late at night, to fill your dreams of wondrous things. I will paint my way every day, in every alley and walkway. Signing my name for all to see and you will remember me, for my pictures and calligraphy.  As I travel far and wide my music will be heard it will inspire happiness and dance. I will sing and play my ukulele, when you hear my music, you will give credit to my pseudonym, and say Sam Baroo the incredible, plain Jack will be forgotten. There will be no ‘play it again Sam’.

This is not Casablanca, no one says Play it again Sam..

This is not Casablanca, no one says Play it again Sam..

Without a self I will have no ego, no driving force to goad me on, I will live in peace and contentment. Let Sam Baroo take all the credit. His fame will not be ever lasting time conquers all in passing and nothing is permanent.

Jack paints but never expects to be hung.

Jack paints but never expects to be hung.

Stand centre stage Sam ‘as you like it’ take your bows while Jack stands in the wings enjoying the performance. “All the worlds a stage”, said Jack.  Sam’s teeth, Sam’s eyes, Sam’s everything.

My kind of advertising.

My kind of advertising.

 A new type of rose could be called Sam Baroo. I wonder how many varieties of roses there were in Shakespeare days. It sounds like they all had the same sweet smell, but one named Montague was a problem;

Juliet had no aversion, “Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. “What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man.”

This prompts me to say, “Where does that leave you Sam Baroo?”

A beautiful rose fits all occasions, both happy and sad.

A beautiful rose fits all occasions, both happy and sad.

Juliet would say, “O, be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;”

Could this be the daughter of Al Martino's Painted Tainted Rose.

Could this be the daughter of Al Martino’s Painted Tainted Rose.

Get out and see the light.

Get out and see the light.

Windows are inciting opportunities.

Some one saw an opportunity here.

Someone saw an opportunity here.

Our dwellings should have many windows to let in the light. To live in a house with one window is to dwell in darkness.

Go around obstacles.

Go around obstacles.

Only looking out one window is to have a limited view. Fill your house with windows to see the world from different viewpoints.

Accept the challenges.

Accept the challenges.

I cannot see things as you do from where I am standing and you cannot see things as I do from your location. Maybe we should change positions and we would see things undistorted in true perspective.

The more windows the more the more you see.

The more windows the more you see.

The more windows the wider our outlook, to look out of only one window is to see only one side of our wondrous world.

See more than you REALEYES.

See more than you REALEYES.

The person with one window is like the person with only one book. They are limited in their views; one should never draw the curtains on other views. Look and see the many possibilities.

Lots of windows but some never look.

Lots of windows but some never look.

A house full of windows is a house full of light, light that makes it possible to see all viewpoints. Look out of every window and into every window to see the vast range of opportunity, to paint or photograph your beautiful picture.

There are many opportunities missed in hast.

There are many opportunities missed in haste.

 Build your house with many windows take the best from all view points and your wisdom will grow. Never limiting ones view from one window, one book, one country or one belief broadens your horizons.

Look everywhere and broaden any limited views.

Look everywhere and broaden any limited views.

Dawn inspired me to photograph windows. You may like to go to her site “The day after” to see what has inspired others.

Aware.

Conscious.

Getting a little help from my friends.

Getting a little help from my friends.

 How conscious are we of what is happening around us and to us? As we go about our daily lives are we aware of the air we breathe. Deprived of air we immediately realise its importance, till then we leave that to what is known as ‘the reptilian’ brain.  Unconscious of the importance of air we fail to breathe deep unless our activity compels us to breathe deep. This is why physical exertion is important. Our body and mind need activity, we were intended to work for our needs. Up until the last hundred years the majority of people had to work to get their Food and other necessities.

Free as a bird should be.

Free as a bird should be.

Like birds man rose with the sun and after the camp fire died down it was bed time. There were many challengers but life was in tune with nature.  Pleasures were simple and life was slower but never boring.  It took over 500,000 years for man’s way of life to gradually changed. Over the last few hundred years an exponential increase in man’s way of living has happened.  Our life style has outpaced our ability to adapt.  We are on an exciting rollercoaster ride unless we realise the dangers of such a ride. The price of the ride could outweigh its benefits. There are things we must be aware of to avoid a sickening end to our wild rollercoaster ride.

Do not disturb.

Do not disturb.

.Unmindful we watch television, its distraction leads to our destruction. Consumer society’s high-tech, never-ceasing stimuli, dictating to our emotions, creating desires. Causing wants without a real need, status symbols, to feed an ego hungry for attention. We stagnate like a polluted pool without movement. Our mind polluted by advertising and   our body deteriorating from lack of movement.  We are unconscious of the garbage our mind and body is being fed, rubbish we are told we must have. Are we really tired, or bored and listless? Sometimes we just need to get the blood circulating and some fresh air to shake off the listless feeling.

A gifts from happy hens.

A gifts from happy hens.

To get in tune with your true feelings and be aware of what you really need. Barefoot, earth-out, get intimately rooted in nature, at one with the world, as a young child, see things afresh, not second-hand from a lounge chair.  Make your own decision about what you need and do not be told a luxury is a need. We may want luxuries but we do not need them. Are they worth all the precious, irreplaceable time they cost in working, to keep the wheels of commerce turning? Be conscious of the manufactured unnatural environment. This is the cause of many ailments and complications in the modern world.

Home cooked and organic.

Home cooked and organic.

In the past without refrigerators and modern transport man needed stored body fat to carry him through droughts and cold winters. Today one of our most prevalent health problems, in the affluent countries, is obesity . The highly processed foods are not our natural diet. Fast-food full of fat, salt and sugar are served up in giant size helpings. Sugar saturated soft-drinks have become accepted as a replacement for water, pure water is the best health drink. The meat we eat is often reconstituted and the way the animals are confined in factories, force-fed often on steroid. People take more care of the fuel they put into their car than what they fuel their body on.

Fine fuel fish mornay.

Fine fuel fish Mornay.

 Life is a gift to be enjoyed by spending it manfully. Consciously aware, immersed in the task at hand.  Life is passing and the sand of time never stops. Do not waste it on an illusion, hurrying to some imagined future that may never be as you envisaged.  It must be spent aware of the present moment as life is lived in the now. The most important thing is the thing you are doing now. The most important person is the one you are with now. Dreaming of the future, fretting over the past or mindlessly being fed a diet of desire from TV commercials. You are unaware of the present, life passes you by, you lose contact with the present, and the gift of life is a present.

Picked ripe, locally grown.

Picked ripe, locally grown.

Not Two but One.

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My thoughts go back to a distant dance.

Our hearts were full of song and romance.

It started with desire.

The spark that lit a fire. crystals

Love had not developed yet.

It was still soft and furry like a pet.

Romances turbulent exhilaration,

Beyond description this sensation.

At long last after the initial fun,

You realise you are not two but one.

How we danced on the yellow brick road.

The dance continues, although it has slowed. red

Those days vanished, where did they go?

They are somewhere over the rainbow.

Like an old favourite song,

Those memories linger on.

All things in life we share,

Selfless is how we care.

Trusting in one another,

botanic gardens Tasmania 176_4000x3000_4000x3000We are one we discover.

This is real love from the heart deep within,

Not superficial on the surface of the skin.

Deep as the ocean, wide as the heavens above,

This is an example of real, true and lasting love.

This post should have been before “Together” You may like to click on the link as ” Not one but two” and “Together.” are appropriately named.

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