Author Archives: contoveros
Glass half full with wine; half with juice
What does morning Orange juice and evening Red wine have in common at my house?
A good life grows with unforseen charges
The bill from the car garage was almost shocking.
“At Home Comfort” Missing, Dough No Mo’
The Pretzel Store Closed.
A “pick-up line” is all I need to get to you
Empty. Got No Juice to Run my Mouth.
Back Repairs Sought to Bolster Life of Back
I “intend” to repair my back. Not “cure” it. Not “fix“ it.
My Mutiny Quash causes Pride & Sadness
Part 2 (Please see Light Shines on My Mutiny Quash for Part 1)
I had never felt so proud of anything — ever — as I was of my combat infantry platoon’s unselfish act of rebellion. For two hours, they put themselves on the line. No, they didn’t expose themselves to a firefight. (That would come later).
Finally, Light Shines on My Mutiny Quash
I lied to my platoon to prevent a Mutiny from bursting to a head some 40 years ago.
Healing Technique Sparks Family Fall Out
“Unclean spirits!” The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Across my face.
EFT Workout is good for what Ails You
Post to Post Synchronicity No Coincidence
Tag surfing is a lot like a Box of Chocolate.
Thanks for a Path that Preserved my Life
Ever wonder what life would have been like if you made different choices years earlier?
Short Attention Spans Call for Short Posts
What did I learn at “How to Blog” School?
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Meditation opens a new path way home
Driving Should Always Be This Much Fun!
Letting Go to “Let God” for under $19.95
Got inspired by a glimpse of another’s soul the other day and it cost me Nothing.
Acupuncture calms stress, a veteran’s woes
Needles punctured my ears for the first time in my life this week.
Veterans’ Day Offers Acupuncture at WON Institute
Acupuncture was being offered for one free session to veterans on Veterans’ Day, and I appeared at the WON Institute in Glenside, PA, to take advantage of the procedure. The practitioner, Ed Cunningham, was kind, offering me some cheese and crackers as we made small talk and I got ready for the event.
PTSD Raises a Monster Head from a Toilet
Put a straitjacket on me.
Who thinks up these crazy connections?
On finishing a Post on Writing, I glanced at the possibly related articles and got perplexed.
Where did they come up with such ideas?
Why mishaps plague me today of all days
Footsteps pounding on the steps woke me this morning. My teenage son was running down the stairs. I heard him as I lay in bed.
Continue readingCan’t Writing Just Be Enough For Ya’ll?
A new You: There at the ‘Stroke of a Key’
Larger print appears for PTSD readings
“Opening up” to a stranger is, at best, difficult to do. Confiding your “War Zone” fears with a non-veteran can be worse, unless PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) serves as a bond between a brother and a sister.
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Primary Source Appears in this Blog Ban 2
Well, there you have it . . . The Pornography ban poster has been transmitted to my blogging site here on WordPress.
Blog Banned; ‘Porn at School Suspected’
Got ‘Shut Out‘ of my Blog just now.
Can’t get in the front door because the public computer is restricting my entrance. It says that I have, among other things “Italian pornography” in or on my Blog.
“Italian Pornography.”
What the Hell is that?
Gratitude inspires prose, poetry and a post
Gratitude Has Been on my Mind
(A word or two can touch a point within me that calls out for a response. Call it “inspiration,” or whatever, but I feel moved to express deep and personal feelings when I am in a “mindfulness” state of being. Is this what some call a “working” or “writing meditation?” I don’t really know, but I feel positive in performing pieces of prose or poetry prudently per post. Thanks, Ashaglen!)
Posted by Ashaglen on November 9, 2009
“. . . Giving of myself simply because it is born within me . . .”
Ashaglen, isn’t it something to come to a realization of some Universal Truth through the process of meditation? I mean, take your quote I reproduced above. You are “giving” because it is “born within” you. You, me, us… We all have it “born” within us, and all it takes for us to see it manifest is to stop our runaway thoughts and “be in the moment.”
Take time to see and feel the moment when our Inner Self projects love or gratitude or joy, simply because we gave ourselves a “taste” of our child, a picture of our child. (For me, I get to stretch out a warm feeling of love when I think of my dog “Willie” whose been dead for some 20 years but visits me routinely in my dreams.)
I am able to spread out that positive feeling and build upon it with another positive emotion, let’s say “awe,” until I get to a point when I am building blocks of goodness higher and higher within my Self.
Your Writing Inspired Me while Meditating
Whoa, did not want to go this far, but reading you inspired me to take a chance that you might find some interest in how you touched this meditator.
Thanks,
Michael J
True selves revealed in Hot Tub exposure
I bathed with a bevy of beauties yesterday but was unaware of what was beneath their swimsuits until each exposed themselves publicly.
Now, don’t assume this Blog has gone X-rated. Its focus is to capture moments in life and not appeal to any prurient interest.
PTSD therapy often comes from survivors
War Zone Fears Not Easily Discussed by Veterans
“Opening up” to a stranger is, at best, difficult to do. Confiding your “war zone” fears with a non-veteran can be worse, unless PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) serves as a bond between a brother and a sister.
Green Eyes demand attention, love and you
That Right Moment Can Really Help You See
Seeing life in another lane, in another person, at another time and place, can bring out something inside of you that was there all along, but was unable to surface until a precise moment developed.
Looking back, you wonder, how could I have not seen this before? Where was my mind, and why did I overlook it when it stared me straight in the eyes, begging me for just the slight payment of attention?
‘Sliding Door’ let’s roads merge right now
Only the Now Exists Right Now!
Continue readingMeditation caps TBI Conference in Philly
‘Nothing’s’ Gonna Change My World’
Meditation rewarded me with what Buddhists call “Nothing” at the end of a traumatic day Saturday.
I was at a conference involving brain injuries when I noticed on the day-long schedule that mindfulness meditation would be “discussed” for survivors and their caregivers at Jefferson Hospital in Philadelphia, PA. Unable to talk my loved one into “taking” a “seat,” I went alone, and was surprised to see so many of the newly acquired friends I had just made while attending previous workshops earlier in the day
We had immediately bonded. Our presence here was aimed at helping those with traumatic brain injuries (TBI), an injury my wife received when she fell down some steps in our home. It seemed that the calm and the rest that meditation provides was the perfect reward to those of us who look after others.
Feel the Breath and Nudge Out Thoughts
And even if a thought seeps in, one could gently “nudge” it away or allow oneself to “mind fully” follow the thread of that thought. We meditated briefly and were to practice again, when a question-and-answer session developed that nearly threatened to disrupt the peace I felt was just starting to manifest.
“What do you do if you think of something really important while meditating?” a young man in the audience asked. “You write it down,” the instructor said. Later, she added that “you write it down mindfully,” adding that “awareness“ in the moment was a chief goal of mindfulness.
This led to disagreements with a few of the “expert” meditators in the group, who indicated that such an action was close to heresy.
Different Forms of Meditation Discussed
“You don’t do that with TM,” one fellow said. He later told me he had spent $500 in the ’70s to learn transcendental meditation, and its purpose was to “block out” thoughts. I don’t know why he spent all that money. I guess it was worth it to follow in the footsteps of the Beatles when meditation first swept into our nation’s consciousness back then. I learned it — meditation — for free. Never had to pay a penny for a mantra.
What about the path of Buddhism, another soft-spoken guy quietly asked. He added that thoughts were to be set aside while the meditation seeks the “void” within.
“You mention nothing about compassion,” the Zen practitioner added. “Does mindfulness encompass this?’ he posed.
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The woman quickly showed why she had earned a PhD, explaining that there was only so much one could discuss in a 45-minute presentation, and that she wanted the great majority of us to actually “practice“ meditation, and not talk about it. That satisfied me, a novice in this debate. All I wanted to do was surrender to the moment and touch that “Nothingness” that calms my very soul.
And so, I did. We all did.
I got energized and left the conference less traumatic than when I had arrived. Meditation will do that to you sometimes. Better than a couple of glasses of red wine to cap off your day.
Contoveros’ Nysiros photographs well
First photos from Greece appeared on my Blog today. They were photographed from the Aegean Sea port off the tiny volcano island of Nysiros, which boasts all of four small fishing villages.
Will Vietnam PTSD Trap ever set me Free?
What do anger, dreams, PTSD, and “Letting Go“ of one’s past have to do with each other? They’re all part of a discussion on vetting our emotions through dreams to deal with our conscious selves. Join me and another Michael J in our recent comments to his post: Practicing for the Bardo by Urbansannyasin
Continue readingBirds play in ‘carefree flight’ above me!
A scene from a Hitchcock movie rushed before my eyes as I saw a half dozen birds fly toward me while stuck in traffic this afternoon.
Continue readingAggression often adds to World Suffering
The following are messages shared on Aggression:
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Dresden calls Kurt Vonnegut Jr. to Blog
Margo lived through the bombing of Dresden, Germany more than 60 years ago.
Continue readingNegative Neighbor Negates all Niceties
It seems that every time I try to be nice to my handicapped wife, she reacts with a negative view towards me and my message.
Continue readingTorn Between ‘Writing’ and ‘Meditating’
Having more than an hour before getting breakfast, I wondered whether I should write something or seek refuge in a “sitting meditation.”
Continue readingDespite Road Rage, Light Shines on PTSD
Unable to curb my road rage today, I finally grasped a thread of my PTSD and traced it back to its source.
Continue readingFirst Blog Course May Face a Class Cut
I’m stepping out tonight!
Gonna take my first class ever on how to connect and sustain a Blog.
Walking Meditation Nearly Takes a Dive
Bumping into the wall and walking to the edge of a swimming pool with eyes firmly shut is not the best way to do a Walking Meditation.
Continue readingHope Floats On Bubbling Spa Waters
Close your eyes, and you might see.
See the weightlessness that your body becomes as you float on the waters of a nearby spa.
‘One Step Back’ Leads To “Two Forward”
Advising Another Can be a Learning for You
Ever learn about yourself while giving heartfelt advice to someone else?
Longing Creates the Love for Ever More
A Sufi approach to life has grown on me, particularly in its Spiritual view.
Continue readingThree Positives Trump Anger Every Time
Anger — 2 Comments by Kaeis
(The following is my comment to a post simply titled, “Anger.”)
Eating could be my next Great Challenge
Here’s a Little Food for Thought:
Why is text messaging confined only to a hand-held devise?
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Trying to Make Amends for Vietnam War
How do you say you’re sorry to a people whose country you bombed in the name of peace and democracy?
What words can you use after saying that you are personally sorry for the Vietnam War and the mistakes our government made some 40 years ago?
Continue readingEating Right can be Such Sweet Sorrow
Got rid of meat last week.
Continue readingLife’s Ultimate Prize Goes to Those Aware
I admit it. I cheated.
I’m saying “Let it go” really means Let it go
Contoveros Comments on his Meditation Technique
Continue readingMother Nature’s quick fix heals the blues
Back For More Meditation and Bird Talk!
Voice needed to keep us men folk in line
Safe Place Still No Guard Against PTSD
My Correspondence with a Woman with PTSD
Comments Cure Contoveros’ Curiosity
PTSD alert: don’t squander away your life
A Teutonic Plate shifted inside of me.
‘Infinite Mercy’ May Set my Teacher Free
My son’s favorite teacher killed herself.
Meditation Aimed at All PTSD Veterans
I’m off to the Omega Institute where I will take part in a workshop on PTSD for Veterans while also exposing myself to meditation techniques that will open me more to the “Untrodden Path.”
Tibetan Book Winds its Way Thru My Life
I got a chill when I saw the word “Tibet” today because it took me back to the late 1960s when I was a newly minted second lieutenant trying to make his way in the US Army.
When Is Using God’s Name Blasphemy?
God damn it. I forgot the lead I wanted to write here.
Continue readingWhen Your Helping Just Isn’t Enough
I offered to help some people today whose car had broken down.
Music (Mantra) Melts the Mind Madness
When I want to (need to?) quiet the chatter inside of me, I play a little music in my head — sort of like a mantra — that becomes a lullaby for the Mind.
Release Me; I Swear I’ll Never Sin Again
Hey. Please get me out of here.
Identity Loss Leads to New Outlook on Life
I lost my wallet.
Continue readingGoodbye Love; I’m Off to Find the Wizard
I must go.
And so, I simply say ‘Goodbye!’
Can aspiring to be “God-like” be heresy?
I felt so inspired by Robert Terrell’s guest column for Confessions of a Mystic that I penned a response that asks if we can ever become “God like” in our daily lives:
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— Who’s to Blame For War After War? —
I Blame God for War.
“I may be a descendant of someone’s slave”
Discussing the History of Nat Turner
— Some Wounds May Never Ever Heal —
The Vietnam War Changed Joe.
It stripped him of all interest in leading people in any official capacity.
— Why Must This Path Purt So Much? —
Pain: What Good Is It?
“Thank you” for letting me serve, somehow
- Ever get more out of doing something nice for someone than that person ever expected you could possibly get?
Potluck heads bucket list of things to do
Lighting Up With Something New in Life
My favorite store greeter told me she wanted to smoke grass before turning 60.
Banner bird brightens boy’s breakfast
A little bird brightened my day today.
“Don’t like this love…(crap)” she told me!
“I don’t like this love shit,” a woman I was about to meditate with whispered to me while in the circle of our six-person meditation “community.”
Veterans find joy in their own backyards
You can’t know how much pleasure there is in feeding a squirrel until you open yourself to the wonders of nature . . . and of course . . . feed a squirrel . . . daily.
Meditative dining offers food for thought
Mindfullness Practice Helps While Eating
Eating sausage in the morning helps me “Be in the Moment.”
I dine at an IKEA store in Conshohocken, PA, the North American headquarters for the Swedish furniture company. It offers a restaurant serving good food for prices that beat the costs of diners and even fast-food places. (99 cents for scrambled eggs, home fries, and a choice of bacon or sausage. Coffee is free from 9:30 to 10 a.m. with refills.
Dream reveals a Key to Unlocking Paradise
I dreamed I wore a dress to a training class for new lawyers learning to defend criminal defendants.
Serving others helps to serve you as well
The purpose of Life is to Know, Love, and Serve the Creator.
What’s Love Got To Do with My PTSD?
Love can Help You Deal with PTSD
Angels Appear as Earthly Messengers
It’s just like heaven . . . Being here with you . . . You’re like an Angel . . Too good to be true. When You are near me. My heart skips a beat. I can hardly stand on. My own two feet. Because I Love You; I Love You, I Do. ‘Angel Baby’. My ‘Angel Baby’. Oh, Ooh, I Love You, Oh, Ooh, I Do . . . No One Could Love You . . . Like I Do! — Rosie & the Originals