Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Clear Vision notes that: In life there are 'scales of balance'.

Clear Vision notes that: In life there are ‘scales of balance’.

When these scales are unbalanced so too are our life’s vibrations unbalanced. One being out of kilter tips the scales of the other. Lives get busy, career paths change course, family life interrupts or we just become too, tired, too ill or to ‘zombielike’ to stand up the winds of change created by the dynamics of life not standing complacently still. Now the effects of these continual balancing acts are viewed as ‘normal’. Accepted. We do not recognise the unbalancing. The easiest method of dealing with the effects is to ignore it. Put what was into the too hard basket.

Being human we attempt to ignore pain. Grief is pain. Time now has taught us coping methods. Such as isolation and removing ourselves from what we see as the cause/s. In effect living an isolated, anti-society life. When others are going down the path we have been down, or are traveling through, we avoid them. That way recognising our past pain, the implications of, the changes made to accommodate our unbalances, will not happen!

So we like to think.Then we do not want to try. Until something gets a hold of us we have to just move along with it fighting as we see were and who we met, what we are expected to do. Life provides these surprises. Just to make sure we are aware we are still in the world of the living.

With Andy Rooney’s ‘Enlightened Perspectives’ stated “That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.” Enough time has gone by that those immediately affected in the past had had to deal with life changes that have occurred. Decisions made while dealing with life’s unbalances.


Imploying a fine balance in life by using the 'Scales of life' a desired balance is able to be strived for. Take the topic of our own bodies. As each of grows up we are trusted to take up the responsibilities of looking after ‘our body’ and its environment ourselves. Our rights over ‘our body’ involve having enough information to be not ignorant of the negative effects towards the life choices each of us chose to make. For ‘our bodies’ further development and continued eminence. In truth our obligated commitment to keeping ‘our body’ in good working order has consequences.

Scales of balance are both inter and intra-woven. Not one can stand alone, but each is an individual in it’s own right.

Encouraged to be written by Clear Vision

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Balance the Scales is prompted by a Clear Vision

Balance the scales

In this big nation
This action comes from just one more frustration
.
The economy is up the spout,
And time has just about run out.

Life is a set of checks and balances,
Cause we all cannot all live in palaces.

Just like day follows night
We are brought up ‘knowing’ what is right.

Along with these are our responsibilities
Now its to heck with your sensitivities.

Even when the pickings are slim were allowed to select our choice
After all we each have a shattered, scattered whispering voice.

Fearless we face the consequences
Why worry, as we tight rope along pulsating electric fences.

Through our lives we’re feed information,
Partaking in our community’s formation.

Safe, secure, blindfolded with our ignorance
While those who make the mess, look upon us suckers, with tolerance.

In you we believe. Foundations laid. Perceptions built with trust,
Hay look - they’re making it good out of this boom or bust.

Spend time, seek the truth
Tensions building, Shit hitting the roof.

We believe looking after you family is our commitment,
When, really, the tide is turning and your lead are stuck in cement.

Sorry. Now what did you say about obligation
Towards that unborn generation from what left of this, our great Nation.


Written by Susan Connor




encouraged to be written by Clear Vision




Creative Writing :Backwards balancing of the scales through a Clear Vision


Backwards and building on to ' balancing the scales'
In this big nation
This action comes from just one more frustration..
The economy is up the spout,
And time has just about run out.
Life is a set of checks and balances,
Cause we all cannot all live in palaces.
Just like day follows night
We are brought up ‘knowing’ what is right.
Along with these are our responsibilities
Now its to heck with your sensitivities.
Even when the pickings are slim were allowed to select our choice
After all we each have a shattered, scattered whispering voice.
Fearless we face the consequences
Why worry, as we tight rope along pulsating electric fences.
Through our lives we’re feed information,
Partaking in our community’s formation.
Safe, secure, blindfolded with our ignorance
While those who make the mess, look upon us suckers, with tolerance.
In you we believe. Foundations laid. Perceptions built with trust,
Hay look - they’re making it good out of this boom or bust.
Spend time, seek the truth
Tensions building, 'S@@t' hitting the roof.
We believe looking after you family is our commitment,
When, really, the tide is turning and your lead are stuck in cement.
Sorry. Now what did you say about obligation
Towards that unborn generation from what left of this, our great Nation.


Written by Susan Connor



Encouraged to be written by Clear Vision

Monday, April 13, 2009

Enjoy Clear Visions thought about 'Just to wake up too' .


I love this photo. Taken at about 4 am just as the fog was rolling in trying to beat the sun coming up.



Encouraged to be photoed, submitted and written by Clear Vision [http://www.clear-vision.com.au]

Oh, the return of the Back Packer says Clear Vision


Oh, the return of the Back Packer
Backpacking into the suns glow...
Just where to look for that get up and go...
Stuck here in this weekend’s scenario.
The packing list said,...umm.... I don’t give a toss
I need the hair dryer, shaver, hair straighter, lip-gloss...
And don’t forget too dental floss.
Mum doesn't know what to pack,
I’ll sneak in one more little snack.
Recons being 'outdoorsy' should dress in like a hessian sack!
Fashion no 1
I'm not going to come undone.
But where is the spare three socket plug when my blow dryer needs an amp
To plug in my looking good make up lamp.
My face, my hair my whole attire, why I look like a vamp
Oh no, here’s the sun

The bed yet to be made and I’m far from done.

On the camp fashion scarecrow I’m number one.

The sleeping bag to be shaken,

And if I’m mistaken

My fizzy drink bottles some ones taken.

I don’t think I need worry

Homeward bound I’ll hurry

By the end of next week only mum will be sorry

The mess on my bed, washing on my floor,

The back pack thrown behind the door,

Mum will want the peace and space so off I’ll go to camp once more.
Hiding well somewhere still on my bedroom floor
That piece of paper was only fit to ignore.
Even though the camp packing list still say’s: ‘no pressure sprays, radio,
Phone or mp4’
Wonder why my shoulder, neck back and legs are still so sore.


Attempt at poetry by Susan Connor



Encouraged to be written by Clear Vision