Tag Archives: Love

from journal

25 Apr

…if I go through past jots and be somewhat of an archeologist.  Makes me chuckle a bit when I say that, but that’s how I see it.  Digging through my old entries and looking for truths, gems, ideas, realizations and something to radiate in such a way I can’t ignore it.

Another note, “Take time to collect self before ideas.”  This too I need follow.  I can’t help but look at the clock and notice very blaringly I have less time but I can’t allow self to slow.  Right here, all around Mike Madigan is the Now, and this Now encourages me to see self at Stanford and other campuses talking about reading, writing, my focus authors, jazz in writing, and the nowness of the page.  How writing your now can be irreversibly magical and life-extending.  Extending life in that you learn more about you in that breath, in what you right now see, feel, hear.  My mocha nearly gone and I confirmed such by lifting up cup.  Should have bought some coffee while there to make in home so I have to rely on my already set energy and momentums.  Intensifying everything, seeing me in that Palo Alto classroom.  My lecturing on the essay… just wrote another note, posted it in a couple places.  Never say this but this morrow I’m on more than just a roll.  I see, I see, I can taste the lawn at Stanford…

(4/25/18)

thought

28 Mar

When a loud storm of love lands in your day, just let it carry you. You’ll love where you land.

(Paper 1)

5 Mar

Deliciously Dualistic

IMG_1987The Alchemist shows us that destiny is not only up to us but ours to craft.  That existence itself is a Craft, something that is practiced, much like wizardry or sorcery, alchemy.  It’s more than a decision of stepping as sheep or shepherd, but deciding within your decisions.  Only sixty-some pages into Coelho’s piece with the students and all, nearly all, respond to destiny’s entertainment, and the appreciation of all moments, of all intersections with characters, and that we choose to handle and interpret these instances as we do.  Destiny is something to be crafted, negating both connotative and denotative trappings of destiny.  The boy says “I’m used to the way I am.”, urging us as readers to be anything but, to keep with our love of life and make every moment ours.  The old man then telling him what a blessing he’s been.  That’s his decision to see the boy that way.  Everything is a decision.  Yes, there are things that happen in life that we don’t write or choose be part of our craft, but not resisting and working with what’s on your stage.  Coelho’s thesis so far could be seen as an urgency of love of the moment and everything in it, good or bad.

The contrast comes with decision, deciding or letting things just happen.  Either way, there needs to be an embrace of the moment.  Just letting things happen, or existing rather than living, is an embrace of the moment but not with the closeness and intimacy of demonstrating onus.  Seeing everything as a blessing.  Our days and weeks, our lives, are ours to craft, to write.  This is alchemy, a phylum of, as when we arrive where we aimed to, that is magical.  The reward is in the sight and feeling of reaching the destination.  Choosing something and having the something find you and you it.  But, is it alchemy?  Is it magic?  Is it that special?  Or, is that just something we should be doing?  We can complain and grieve and protest all we want, but essentially the argument should be made that WE decide.  If you don’t decide, then you surrender, you don’t move, there is not travel.  Coelho reminds us to stay mobile, showing us the benefits of crafting our stories and lives and learning from everyone and everything in it.  Always be moving, always be a Seer.

No observation is simple, simplistic, one-dimensional.  None.  All are with pedagogical pulse and pervasiveness.  The narrator notes, “Sometimes, there’s just no way to hold back the river.”, suggesting that we be the same.  That we be tireless with our efforts and the crafting of our stages and scenes, our narrative and observations.  That we take ownership and self-intoxicate from onus.  There is no destiny, there is only what we do.  What we decide to do.  Realizing that could be seen as magical.  Not seeing such could be seen as goal-death.  Crafting anything involves work, time, a travel of sorts.  Mobility should be made your manuscript.  Subscription to stationary is a death sentence.  So is reliance on “destiny”.  There is more magical in the act of crafting that any possibility of destiny.

(Michael J. Madigan, 3/5/18)

You should seek to

23 Feb

inspire you, to be the most YOU you’ve ever known.

article

21 Feb

View story at Medium.com

Realization, Understanding

8 Feb

Success in business starts with YOUR physical and mental health. I see this now, this morning, in SO many ways.

Grateful.

#ThursdayThoughts

8 Feb

Feeling alive, healthy, and full of love.

Wishing the same out to all of you….

-Mike