Strong Is My Kung Fu

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Sun is at my back. To my left is the Waste Management truck, do its morning rounds. Listening to the powerful engines picking up my neighbor’s throwaways. A week of trash, built up. Put in blue and green dispensers. Heavy at times. Sometimes, filled to the brim. The weekly heroes go on their way picking up the stuff we no longer to be need. Stuff we no longer want. Their job is to carry life’s trash. 

Lysosomes, Do What?

Sometimes, we have weeks when our trash fills beyond capacity. Sometimes, not so much. You and I need to do that. We need to let it go and dump the stuff that weighs heavy on us. Our cells have these organelles called lysosomes. One of their function is to digest old cell parts. Another lysosome’s function  is to break down larger food molecules in to smaller molecules. I am sure there is some organelle that disposes waste, but simply I can’t think of it and I can’t find it.

At any rate, we got stuff to flush. We got stuff to get rid of. These puppies get worked. Think bigger now. Think of your Liver or Kidneys. Their purpose is to flush the toxins out of our bodies. One’s got to rid themselves of the kegger and shots we had the night before. We can only sweat so much out. We need the filtration organs to clean our bodies.

Praying to the Porcelain. . .

Think of your house. We have a separate room to cleanse ourselves. A place to flush away unneeded. A place to excrete. A place to dump. A clean place, I hope, but it is place of solitude. A place to rest, pick up a magazine, and just relax.  

Leave Your Worries At the Door

Church has place like this, too. At St. Mary’s, Saturday at 3:30pm to 5 pm, we unload our emotional baggage. We search for absolution. We confess our failings. Never went, but I may soon. Few months ago, morning mass. Unthinkable. Now, I miss it when I don’t go. When issues weigh on me, I now pray.  I unload. Now, I thank the Big Smile for listening. Now, I thank the Big Smile when for guidance. Now, I thank all-around for providing what I need, for the gifts all around. Started letting go and now never felt lighter. 

Answers come in the events that occur. Messages are loud and clear now. Sometimes, it is an unusual a song on the radio. At times, is a flash of inspiration, like when bathroom lights turnoff. Sometimes, when I wake, it is there. It’s the Answer. It’s the Flow. Some might say, I am in Maslow’s Self-Actualized stage.

This blog unexpectedly has been my unburdening. It has lightened my spiritual,  physical, and mental load.

Another Time. . .

Must stop right now. There is a manager’s meeting going on behind me. (I’m no longer in my driveway) Body language and the tone of the facilitator and the group are of despair. It sounds disingenuous. I see the guarded language. The body language of the servers are crossed. No smiles. Frown on their face. An angry voice rises. The facilitators tone is of a disappointed father lecturing to his children. Laughs are of guarded reserve. Not the load boastful, belly laughs. It is of nervous, awkward tension.

Thinking back at the times when I was manager. Oh, how I would do things differently? Think this meeting, I would start by getting feedback. Have a mini-bitch session. Solicit honest answers, listen to heart-felt responses, and hopefully receive well-thought options. Relax them first. Raise the level of the meeting’s energy, then collectively make a group decision. It would have to be a rah-rah meeting.

The tone is changing. When I hear the code words of “Teamwork” “Accountability” and “Efficiency”, it reminds me of a time of Was. I was this. . . I was that. . . Now, I try not play that  game anymore. Trying to be in the moment, searching for the best in people. Seeing the stuff between the lines. See the smile on the face. The crinkle in their eyes. The scuffs of their shoes. The Gait in their walk. Listening to the tremor of their voice. Watching for inconsistencies. Trying to listen to the metamessage.

Soul Power

Well, this post is done.  My message is that the answers are all out there. Borrowing a line from the movie (Yes, another one), it comes from Stephen Dorff and Morgan Freeman’s movie The Power of One.  “The Answer is in Nature.”  This morning, the answer came in the form of Waste Management truck. Funny things, just realized I had the answer before I knew what the question was.  My soul’s speaking and my Kung Fu is strong.  

Alrighty Then. . .

Sometimes it’s unwanted. Sometimes it’s unwelcome. Sometimes, we develop so much that we must mitose (Not sure if that is word. It will be for today). Mitosis is big part of cell replication. Before G1, S1, and G2, our cell must divide. We go through, prophase, metaphase, anaphase, and telophase. We go through cytokinesis. We go through Change. 

We transcribe, than translate the components of our encyclopedic DNA strand in order to form another more perfect union. (Sorry, felt Preamble-ish) From what I remember, it takes several hours. Eight, I think. During this time, the Secret Manual for our body must be deciphered. We need to translate the chapters of who we are. The genes are our Chapters. Than with the wonderful RNAs, we begin to transcribe and translate with mRna , rRNA, and tRNA. Come on who remembers the bases, Guanine and Cytosine? Adenine and Thymine? Uracil?

Thank you Mr. Brister, Mr. Hanlon, Mr. Shahla.

At any rate, Change happens. We grow and develop. We sometimes want things to change. Sometimes we don’t.  We are times forced to accept it. Other times, we welcome it with open heart. Remember the time from grade school to middle school. Remember middle to school to high school. How about high school to college? How about basic training to specialty school?  People need to graduate. People need to learn lessons before the move on; otherwise, they will miss something important that could have assisted them in the future. Fill up your knowledge backpack with tools you need to tackle the next task at hand. Some tools you will use all the time. Other times, you ask yourself, “Why did I bring this along?”

Can help but think of Bear Grylis. He’s the guy on Man vs. Nature show. He gets dropped off in various remote locations and he shows us how to survive in various extreme environments. He’s been in the Sarah Desert, remote Islands in the Pacific, Frozen Tundra of the North. He hasn’t been to Palmdale, but I suspect he can weather this desert. Reminds me, I need to get a utility knife and a flint thing for making fire. Bear is freaking awesome.  This man will eat anything. Man vs Wild link

Built in us is the mechanism of change. We learn lessons. We pass it along. Some nice. Some not so nice. Sometimes we copy our spiritual DNA from the family and friends. Sometimes we alter and reinforce our soul power with books we read, music we listen to, people we admire. Sometimes, we have a revelation and something wonderful transpires. We mutate. We change. We change from source unknown. Some say God. Some say Jesus. Some Say Allah. Whoever or whatever your source comes from, we change.  We transmute. We reach a higher level.  Hopefully. Sometimes we become more base. That happens, too.  No, I am not going to espouse reincarnation. Although, after watching shows like Ghost Hunters and Destination: Truth, well, I‘ll just say I am more open to possibilities.

According to “TheFreeDictionary.com, ” Mutate is defined as “. . . undergo change. Become different in essence; losing one’s or its original stature.” People change. Cells change. Life changes. If the formula is good, then more power to you. Stick to the program. Good parents, good family, good upbringing, good friends—ideally good kids. Don’t forget the nature vs nurture thingee. Sometimes, a” bad seed” appears. Let me re-define that not a “bad seed” a person that beats to a different rhythm.  In the rainbow of life, there are many colors. It happens. We mutate. We all become different in essence. We lose one’s or its original stature. We mitose.

In the words of the great performer extraordinaire and metamorphosis master  Jim Carrey, “Allll Riiiggghhtty, Then.”