Have You Got The Blahs?

Have you got the blahs?

Some days, when you get up you just feel kind of bleh.  You just don’t really feel like doing anything.  When you were young….those were the kind of days you wanted Mom to call the school for you and tell them that a rhino crashed the door late last night and in all the excitement you fell and the rhino stepped on your right foot.  You were too crippled to make it into the doctor’s office so would they put you down for an excused absence?   You would try to get into see the Doc later today…or maybe tomorrow.

Mom’s had this thing about going to school though…at least mind did.  So…unless the rhino even actually happened, I just went ahead and got up.  There were a few times I just couldn’t quite make it to school, but those days were rare.  It seemed I could never get away with it…I’d always get caught.  Still, I’d give it a shot every now and again, when I figured  they had probably forgotten about it.

Now that time has moved on….and we’re living, working and getting along on our own…do you still get those days every once in a while?  Do you call in sick? Have you ever wondered where those days come from?  If you knew why, could you fix it?

I believe there are multitudes of reasons as to why this can happen. My favorite way to figure out something is to just ask ‘Why’.  Why do I feel this way?  Ask the question and then answer it.  Then ask…why does this affect anything?  You keep the question and answer thing going long enough and you’ll pretty much figure out most anything.  You just need to remember to ask the right questions.

Be aware of where you are…it makes it a lot easier to figure out where you’re going…and how to get there.

Earl A Purkey – The ‘Doc’

Valentine’s Day — ahh Love !

Ahh…Love

Ahh…Love.  Such a beautiful  thing.  Such a wonderful day.  Valentine’s Day. February 14th.  Ok…so where did this come from?  Anyone with internet can access Google and find out a myriad of facts and interesting information about one of the well-known Saints.

When I was growing up, (I know…it’s an ongoing thing according to my wife), I remember one year, about a week before this wondrous day, out Home room teacher gave us a note to take home explaining that we were to buy and bring to school a selection of Valentine Cards.  It seems we also had to bring a paper bag with our name on it to school on February 14th.  When we got to school on the morning of this happy day, we went to home room just like normal.  The only thing different was that we had to put our valentine cards that had been collected on a big table.  Our homework the night before was to put names of our class-mates on the envelopes and put the valentines in the envelopes.

We then put the properly named envelopes with cards in the named sacks.  We left then there all day and were to pick them up that afternoon, before going home.  Everyone got Valentine cards and little heart candies with words printed on them.  Ahhh…sugar.  I don’t remember what exactly that was to teach us…other than the prettiest girls always got the most cards.  Not sure it was supposed to have something to do with Love…or not.

St. Valentine was a Saint of the Catholic Order, that word has it…was stoned and since that didn’t kill him, he was beheaded.. for performing the marriage ceremonies for Christians.  Man…Roman Catholic Emperors were tough back there around 270.

The author named Geoffrey Chaucer was one of the first to associate the famous day: February 14th  with romance.  In the 18th Century at some point, the day was set aside as a romantic holiday where people exchanged gifts and flowers to make statements of their Love for one another.

In more modern times, greetings cards were added to the list of accepted gifts along with boxes of sweet milk chocolate.  Ahh….Love J.

This looks to me like a perfect place for an Earlism…ok…here it is:  “Love…on any day is special, but when shared with all…with everyone in the entire world on a special day…is truly a Miracle!”

The Doc – Earl Purkey

What Does Independence Day Mean To You?

What Does It Really Mean? – “Independence Day”

July The 4th… Independence Day.  Just another National Holiday? Or is it something more than that?  Just what does it really mean to you?  Have you ever been asked that before?  Have you ever asked yourself?

I did…just last night.  I broke my own nightly tradition of 1 Margarita before dinner…then eating dinner while watching some cable TV.  Everything pretty much the same…’cept after dinner I helped clean up dishes (a little) and wandered off to my study / game / music room.  Where all my stuff is.  Right here is where I broke with my nightly ‘always do’ stuff.  This night was different.  I felt different.  I sat at my computer and watched as it stared back at me for a few minutes. I wondered, almost out-loud, ‘What’s going on?’  What is this feeling?

Even while still wondering…I logged onto YouTube.  I did a search for Diamond Rio.  I wanted to listen to some of their stuff.  Not sure why…just following a whim.  A couple of things popped up and I put on my head-phones and clicked play.  Yeah…that’s some of what I’m feeling.  As I’m feeling the music, and living the words, my mind is moving into the flow of the energies.  When that song ended, I clicked on a link that said something like ‘YouTube Mixes”.   Ahh…a ‘play-list’ thing.  Wow…40 tunes?…Ok… let ‘er rip.

It didn’t take long for my Heart to kick in and my eyes start leaking.  (I do that sometimes, when no one can see me.)  A lot of the songs that were being played, sang directly to my Heart.  Oh man…what power and emotion in music.

Many of the songs had phrases and words that excited very real and deep feelings in my heart…clear to the depths of my soul it seemed.  But I listened, sniffed, blew my nose and held my head up…proud of the many brothers and sisters that had posted so many music videos in honor of our Servicemen and Women, past and present…and also for those that give their lives in service to all our brothers and sisters.

Freedom…where does that come from?  Many of my brothers and sisters paid for ‘my’ freedom with their lives.  How can I ever pay that debt back?

Well…I thought about that for a long while, as I was listening to various artists give their renditions of Love…Hope…Peace…and in some cases…regret.  Hmmm…my regret is that maybe…just maybe…in my travels in the world of other peoples lives, maybe I could have done much better.  Better at giving.  Better at Loving and sharing Love.   Giving a smile, a warm thought and a kind word…maybe I could have done better along the way.   Maybe not…

Even while all this was going on…I was feeling happy and feeling sad at the same time.   It was one of those moments…when you’re alone…but you’re not really.  Like maybe you slipped in between this reality and the next…It’s difficult to explain, because words only work in this reality.  Anyway…I had this feeling that something strange was happening.  Strange, but at the same time, familiar.  My mind was whirling in and out….around and through all the experiences….the music, the rhythms, the questions and the answers.  It touched again on the concern of how could I ever pay them back…and it all stopped.

It stopped…and I heard that little voice in my head say: “You don’t have to pay them back…not in that sense of the word.  All You Gotta Do Is LoveLove is the answer…the key.  The key to Freedom…the beginnings of Independence.”

Love Yourself.  Love your Brother as you Love yourself…and your sisters too.

I believe Love is the answer to just about any worldly question.  If there ever was a time, the world needs another Love Song…it is now.  I’m going to work on this thought more…in another article.

In the meantime…ask yourself about what your belief is about Independence.  Give yourself permission to drop a tear every now and then, to help wash away some of the pain and suffering that ‘Non-Love’ things have brought upon us and the Mother Earth.   Let those tears turn into tears of joy and Love that we share with everyone on this very special Independence Day. 

God Bless…

Doc