Satisfaction, Skateboards and Solar Lamps.

Satisfaction. "Hey, hey, hey, that's what I say." Well any reference to a certain song by the 'Rolling Stones' is out of the way.
My eighteen year old son has a great time on his skateboard. I know he gets tremendous satisfaction out of mastering a new trick. "Hey dude! watch this move!" yells my son. I see the look of contentment on his face. I sense the satisfaction in his accomplishment. "Well done son ,well done!" I praise him because I realise the significance of what he has achieved. He is pleased and I am pleased for him.
I get satisfaction from the reassuring glow of a solar lamp. I have become a bit of a collector of solar lamps (not sure if their is a name for such a hobby.) I have started to accumulate so many of the glowing lights that I reckon I'm close to competing with Blackpool. It has reached the point that I anxiously await a call from Air Traffic Control. "Mr. Adanac, would you please rearrange or remove your solar lamps. Pilots flying into Manchester Airport are confusing your garden with a runway."
Late at night I wander through my illuminated garden. I look at the way the gentle light from my solar lamps glow upon the plants. Inside me 'glows' as I cast my eyes upon the little beams.
It is such a simple pleasure to be out there and observe the wonders of my glowing 'sanctuary.' Yet this simple pleasure is another statement in my continuing journey towards a more positive life.
My son gets satisfaction from skateboarding. I get satisfaction from my solar lamps. We both have our ways of expressing satisfaction. We have both discovered contentment in our interests. That is, well and truly, satisfaction.
I thank you for your time. Kind regards adanac67.

The Happy Medium

Ah, the happy medium. Or even, the happy extra large with fries. What is the happy medium? How do we find the right balance in our lives?
I get most dismayed, to put it mildly, when I encounter rude and inconsiderate people. I am under the impression that some people consider manners to be some form of weakness.
Many a time I have been subjected to 'acquaintances' who were not interested in me but how they could benefit from my hopefully good-natured temperament. I was that desperate for 'companionship' that I allowed people to take advantage.
I knew I could not let this contine to happen. I had to distance myself from an indifferent and dismissive negative environment. The irony in this was that by eliminating these people I became even lonelier. However, it was a positive type of lonely. I could now focus my attention on redefining my life.
The benefits of my new focus have begun to pay dividends. The rarest of 'creatures', a genuine visitor, darkened my doorstep. He did not ask for a favour, he did not want to borrow anything, he did not ask for money. What he offered was true friendship and sincere empathy. How refreshing to have a mutual respect conversation.
So I strive towards finding a happy medium. I must not be suspicious of genuine kindness. I must realise that not everybody has some sort of 'hidden agenda.' Their are people who share my ethos of sincerely caring for others. I am truly inspired by the kind and compassionate people who are entering my life. It fills me with hope. I am discovering the happy medium. It brings me that one step closer to a more positive life.
I thank you for your time. Kind regards adanac67.

One Man and His Shovel

Greetings Friends-
My garden. One man and his shovel. The 'Lawn Ranger' rakes again.
Over the last few weeks I have ventured out into my garden. It was time for the annual preparation of getting the garden ready for the warmer months.
The big problem has been the removal of spreading roots from an overly enthusiastic tree. This meant removal and relocation of my forlorn looking specimens. It was time for these plants to breathe again. It was time for renewed freedom.
Upon the replanting of these specimens, I noted how much 'happier' they apppeared to be. It was almost as if they sensed a feeling of much-needed rejuvenation. Now they were checking out their new territory. This was their space and now it was time to grow.
I looked around at all my established plants. The ones that had not been invaded by unwanted roots. Each one, strategically located. Each one, having its pride of place. They seemed content, they had staked a claim in the 'great outdoors.' All the plants in the garden represent positive energy in my peaceful and reassuring 'sanctuary.'
I created my garden. It was lovingly crafted out of a plot of land that was chaotic squallor. It is my 'statement' to the world and to myself. In my garden I have a sense of my own spirituality. I feel in harmony with nature. Indeed it inspires me to embrace healthy thinking and healthy behaviour.
Undaunted, through all seasons, one man and his shovel created a place of inner and outer peace.
I thank you for your time. Warm regards adanac67.

'Molehills out of Mountains'

Greetings Friends-
In my pursuit of living a more positive life, I have had to confront my negative environment. Indeed I have attempted to make 'molehills' out of negative 'mountains.' It is a battle with my opposing forces.
I try to remain optimistic. Focusing on a belief, that if I allow myself to be positive, then my goals will be achieved. I like to think that if I perservere, my dreams will be realised.
In the background lurks my negative adversary. It is that 'chatter' in the back of my mind that questions all my ambitions. "Why bother? You are destined to fail. I will sow the seeds of doubt into your thinking process."
On too many occasions, I have let my negative-self question all my attempts. Leaving me with a sense of impending doom. It all relates to fear. Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of rejection. Fear of leaving my 'comfort zone.'
Ironically, my comfort zone has become very uncomfortable. That is a good thing. I knew I could not continue living the life of a recluse. So now I protest against my negative-self. I need to be involved in living again. I want to be able to share my life with others. I hope others will share their lives with me.
I will make molehills out of mountains.
I thank you for your time. Kind regards adanac67

So Far Apart..So Close Together.

Greetings friends-
This is my tribute to my Family in Vancouver. You know I have been through some challenging times. You understood how lonely and isolated I became. Yet, you have always provided me with encouragement and support. You were and are my 'lifeline.'
When I had almost given up you stood beside me and helped me question my negative environment. Why should I let my guilt 'imprison' me? Why should I be stifled by past events that had overwhelmed me? You handed me 'my key to freedom' and I have nearly escaped. What's past is past. I move on. I have given myself permission to get on with my life. I have rebelled against my negative 'master.' The 'revolution' has well and truly commenced. Long live the revolution!
So to my Mother, Donald and my two supportive Brothers. I dedicate this blog to you. We may be 8 time zones and 6000 miles apart. We may not see each other as much as we would like. Yet I realise the positivity in all of this. For yes, we are indeed so far apart, yet we are so close together.
I thank you for your time. Warm regards to you all.

Tribes and Tributes

Greetings Friend,
'Klahanie' is a word from the Chinook Tribe who are located on the Pacific Northwest of North America. The definition of 'Klahanie', is generally accepted as meaning 'The Great Outdoors.' I have a great love of Klahanie. It triggers in me awe-inspiring thoughts of when I lived in Canada.
The West Coast Tribes of British Columbia have a special place in my heart. They are a proud and noble people. Their spirituality, their respect for Nature are an example our modern world could truly learn from. They are in harmony with the environment. We can learn from the 'music' of their souls.
When I was fifteen, way back in the Easter of 1969, I went on a walk in support of the indigenous Tribes of British Columbia. It was called 'Moccasin Miles.' Side by side, we walked and we talked with the indigenous people. The walk was a three day event that covered 100 miles. It commenced from Vancouver and ended in a small town aptly named 'Hope', British Columbia. (For all you trivia buffs-'Hope' was the town they used in 'Rambo-First Blood.')
I remember on the third day, with 30 miles to go, just how much pain my feet were in. It had rained the entire time and I discovered the holes in my trainers. My socks were soaked and the bottom of my feet were completely covered in blisters. Yet, through all this pain, I was determined to cross the finish line.
Nearing the end of the journey but still not seeing the town, we started up a comical chant. "There is no Hope, there is no Hope", we sang. Then round that final corner we came upon the sign "Welcome to Hope." We cheered and we cried. We had found 'Hope' and it was time to celebrate our achievement.
So now, when my life gets me down. I focus back on that wonderful time. I think of those proud and noble people. I think of how they extended their hand of friendship to me. On that walk, we were all united in a common cause. The message at the end was hope. I carry that hope in my heart.
Thank you for your time. Warm regards klahanie.

Challenging the 'Inner Critic'.

Greetings friend,
This is my first blog. This is another positive step forward in getting on with my life. I challenge my 'inner-critic.' The 'master' that dictated that I had no self-worth. The master who told me not to impose myself on society. Now I question this negative authority. I have given myself permission to be positive. I shall no longer be a recluse. The world has so much to offer.
Have you ever woken up from a dream and didn't like the way it ended? Did you ever try to go back to sleep and change the ending? Many a time, my life felt like dreams with sad conclusions. The more positive me visualises a better ending to my dreams. I focus in my mind on just how good life can be. We all have the right to a happy ending. Our dreams, our goals, our aspirations are valid. Our spirit and our empathy will encourage us to make our positive plans an exciting reality.
In my postings I shall endeavour to be transparent. I will verbalise my thoughts in an open and honest manner. I must be true to myself and I must be true to you.
I look forward, with positive anticipation, the sincere interaction that we will share. When we help each other, we help ourselves.
I thank you for your time. Warm regards klahanie.