Everything, or Nothing at All

Someone long ago said and has often been repeated by way of reprimand or criticism, “you get out of life what you put into it”.  These days this saying has been downgraded at times even further to mean sayings like “we make a difference”, merely for the speaker to make it through the day.  A few however, like Lady Chatterley, actually stepped outside their normal abode into the garden.

But why so few.  Could it be that courage or even desperation, must be needed by these few to leap into the yet unknown.  Surely this is not mere genetics or fate.  Commonly I hear of the feeling of safely in the known, no matter how sad the familiar is. I justification for being being “the way we always are”.  Perhaps the idea has never occurred that any future we choose, can be different from our past, one step at a time.  Sad, if the idea of being truly blissfully happy can only be a dream; a movie.  As Martin Luther King Jr famously declared, “I have a dream” and that surely is a good start.  Especially if we truly seek out ways to materialize in a real way that dream with our deeds and not merely in our often useless or worse wishing words, starting with our desire for our dream to materialize against the real and often resisting world we find ourselves engaged in everyday and no longer being content to pretend that the whole world is a happy place.

So who I ask, has the courage to step out and show up saying, “I will do anything” and follow through.  Or in other worlds, can we ever say to someone, “I am truly open and will do anything that works for the better of the world”, including for each us of course.  Such rare people have actually existed in history and humans especially these days need a few more to survive.  In the mean time, I suppose I better walk into town and buy myself a pie for lunch.  Bread alone may not be enough, but some is needed and if those few moments walking ahead ( there and back ) is looking like it soon may rain: an umbrella could be useful too, to take along just in case.

© 2016, James Harry Burton. All rights reserved.

A personal journey

A real WordPress install, none the less.

Yesterday I had this idea I would write a page of English and publish it on the internet.  Would I be able to write a page or two ?  Nothing at all novel about that, I suppose, but I did wonder if I could.  It just seemed to me that it was time I joined the 3 billion others out there somewhere.  I have had this idea of writing a page before ( many times actually ) and nothing came of it.  I would not have been at all surprised if this latest idea of mine ended the same way, but I didn’t care.  I’m enjoy making up ideas and I’m used to them ending up that way.  It was not like I was writing for anyone else.  Nothing to hung on that nail anymore.

However, it turned out that writing a page of English was easier then the installation of a web page for writing on.  Taking a bit longer than expected.  Just in case you too have taken a while to install a web page, or are still struggling or even given up like me so many times before, so you know you are not alone ( despite the massive amount of advertising saying how easy it is to create a blog etc ), this is how I conquered the install process.    Continue reading

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Instant Magic

Instant magic, how rare that is these days, or any day for that matter.

While I waited to actually met her in person, my concerns were merely limited to her having worked in the same public service job for 24 years.  What would that do to anyone’s thinking.  She arrived at the coffee shop perfectly at her appointed time. Even two minutes early, and I was impressed.

We sat facing each other.  She wore a black skirt down to her knees which tended to slide up as she talked, and when I was not looking, she would quickly pull it back down.  She had black IMG_0888-small stockings and high black leather boots, with a moderate heal.  She wore middle size round silver coloured disc ear rings.  She had shortish hair, but when she smiled, which was often, the whole place lit up.

Our eyes meet and stayed there.  Very unusual.  Though unspoken, our hearts recognised each other at once.  We talked about serious things while our hearts were happy.  We both knew there were two conversations happening at once, the formal spoken one we could not think of how to stop, and the other silly silent conversation that was laughing loudly inside. Continue reading

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The Burton Question

In some parts round here where I live, questions that are out of the box are known as a “Burton Question”.

I was reminded of this fact when I recently ventured up the street to the local pie shop in my lunch half hour.  This particular pie shop had been recommended to me some time ago by a IMG_4301-webreliable source.  Best pies in town.  OK, but the side street this small shop was in was out of the way; standing alone up a slight hill and in a side street.  They must therefore make wonderful pies to still be in business.  That was my thinking as I hurried up the hill and as a consequence I suspect, feeling more and more like eating a pie or two.

There was no obvious sign on the shop, but it was easy for me to find as it was the only shop thereabouts.  Confirming my guess work, there were several pies in the shops window.  The doorway was a screen and also easily opened.  When I walked into the shop there was no one around and all I could see were lovely pies on display all over the place.  A lovely shop.  There were plenty to choose from.  Across behind the counter was a pastry work bench with neat rows of pies in the progress of being made.  Thinking again, I figured there must be someone back soon with so many part pies waiting to be finished.  I waited. Continue reading

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A Girl

Even though it was a long time ago, I clearly remember the first time I ever noticed a girl, as if it had happened to me earlier today.

This is what happened.  When I was 12 years old, my family went on an Easter holiday to the Hydro Majestic in the Blue Mountains.  We stayed a week or two.  I remember this because I spent most of the time painting a water colour picture of the view and I still have this painting somewhere.  IMG_2700-webThis was my second painting  which was much better than my first.  My mother had it framed at the local framing shop.  Under my signature is written “12 years”, which seems about right cause I had just started senior school.  Unfortunately, I can’t find my second painting, so will have to settle for my first painting that was not good enough to get framed ( on the left ) which I remember painting a few years earlier when we all lived on a farm.  This first painting was the view on the farm,as you can see.  Why painting on my holiday at the Hydro is important is because I was painting from within the establishment, along the Grand Walkway and many people would stop and some would comment, but mostly not.  In any even, I took little notice.  Thinking back on it after what happened to me later one evening, I have a vague idea she stopped by, but I must have ignored her as well.

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Once, I was sent to Los Angeles as part of my job.  At that time I was working in Sydney for an American company that had a new product soon to be released and they wanted me to plane-webundertake training on how it worked and write it up.  “Sales Support” they call it.

This was the first time I went to the USA.  The companies manufacturing plant was located in Pasadena.  Me, not having been to the US before, soon discovered that Pasedena was in fact, a suburb of LA.   Well, it seemed like a suburb to me as there are no trees between downtown and Pasadena.  Still, I think it funny how I would hear people say they live in Pasadena, or work in Pasadena, no matter who in the world they are talking to at the time.

Reminds me of this person I over heard being asked in the Philippines by a local, “Where are you  from”.  To which this Sydney sider, replied, “Pymble”.  Like anyone not from Sydney, this Filipino could only manage a blank polite face as a reply.  Pymble happens to be where my first girlfriend lived, but that is another story. But Pasadena, I had at least heard of that name before from the movies.  Sounds like the wild west and cow boys.  Maybe it was once, now it was were things were made, this company I worked for and others.  Though I did happen to meet some cowboys and girls there… Continue reading

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Quantum Encounter

Quantum Braid Loop

Quantum Braid Loop

Lately I have been hearing from many that they are into “Quantum Physics”.  Seems like this has become rather popular, to be interested in such metaphysical stuff.  Hype maybe, but what does it mean.  Having long forgotten pretty much all the Physics I ever learnt at school or Uni,  “Oh” is all I could think of to reply.  This got me to thinking. Continue reading

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The Three Dinner Rule

IMG_4733-coffee-shop-old-weI saw this post recently on a blog of a large internet dating site, allegedly and presumably written by a women, though one never knows for sure these days.  This is what she posted:

“I met this wonderful man recently on a popular internet dating site.  We had a lot in common, but we both insisted from the beginning that there was to be no expectations and just be friends.  That way we could relax, be ourselves, get to know each other and be respectful, taking our time, without having to worry about the usual sexual complications.  We had a great time talking for ages and I admired him for his stand.  By the third date though, chemistry started to happen and despite our agreement not to do anything, one thing lead to another.  Then nothing.  Not even a phone call and his phone goes unanswered.  So no explanations, merely silence.”

It seems to me that this tragedy occurred because of a common misunderstanding ( by both parties ) of the Three Dinner Rule as there is much more subtly and depth to that rule than its popular interpretation and it rarely, if ever, gets a mention…. Continue reading

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