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“My God, I’ve arrived. I’m there”, why your life is not a journey

Two years I began this post, each time getting lost in the power of the words and beautiful imagery – “Alan Watts & David Lindberg – Why Your Life Is Not A Journey.”  

No words yield justice to the perspective garners from the video. The difference, when I take time to listen and open my heart to hear. Far beyond the cliche, “I hope you dance”, “Life is a Journey”, “Success”, “Heaven After Your Dead”. 

“If we thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at that end, and the thing was to get to that thing at that end. Success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played. “

 

Scenes from Tree of Life

Music: 

Sleeping at Last Song, Saturn

Sleeping at Last Song, Uranus

A few you YouTube comments that resonated with my essence. 

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The beautiful words of Sleeping at Last Song.

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The existence, the physical universe is basically playful there is no necessity for it whatsoever.

it isn’t going anywhere, that is to say, it doesn’t, have some destination that it ought to arrive at. But it’s best understood by analogy with music. Because music, as an art form is essentially playful. We say you play the piano, you don’t work the piano. Why? Music differs from, say travel. When you travel, you are trying to get somewhere.

In music, though, one doesn’t make the end of the composition the point of the composition. If that was so, the best conductors would be those who played fastest, and there would be composers who wrote only finales. People would go to concert to hear just one crashing cord. Cause that’s the end. Say when dancing, you don’t aim at a particular spot in the room, that’s where you should arrive. The whole point of the dancing is the dance.

Now but we don’t see that as something brought by our education into our everyday conduct. We’ve got a system of schooling that which a completely different. It’s all graded and what we do is put the child in the corridor of this grade system with a kind of “come on, kitty, kitty.” And you go to kindergarten, and that’s a great thing because when you finish that you get into first grade, and then come on first grade, leads to second grade and so on and then you get out of grade school you’ve got high school, And it’s revving up, this thing is coming. Then you’re going to college, by joe, by then you get into graduate school. And when you’re through with graduate school you go out to join the world.

Then you get into some racket, where you’re selling insurance. And they’ve got that quota to make, and you’ve got to make that. And all the time the “thing” is coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, that great “thing,” the success you’re working for. then when you wake up one day when you’re about 40 years old, you say my god I’ve arrived , I’m there. And you don’t feel very different from what you always felt. Look at the people who live to retire, who put those savings away, and when they are 65, they don’t have energy left, they are more or less impotent, and uh, they go and rot in an old people senior citizen community.

Because we simply cheated ourselves the whole way down the line. We thought of life by an analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at the end the thing was to get to that end, success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead.

But, we miss the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played.

The perfect piece of art, a song, and a napkin #MondayMotivation #Music #theHumanElement

Over the weekend Nick and I stumbled upon Sugarboo & Co at Town Brookhaven. I entered the store and froze, gazing at a piece of art while a song (Spotify: Heartbeats; Jose Gonzalez ) hit my heart giving me a sense of calm. A minute… or two passed, unaware of the price I grabbed the art and gave it to the employee to purchase it. This store has incredible things, all unique, many intricate things that you cannot find anywhere else.

This new addition to the house needed to be in the heart of the home. In a location where the simplistic words would remind me often. Typing this on the couch, Jasmine asleep by the fire, classical music playing and the shelves illuminating the fleet.

Such similarities the words have to my guiding principle that I briefly talked bout in Post: Undercover Boss, Clergy and a Californian #HumanElement #TuesdayTakeaway .

Art on Wall

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The you, your and your resonated with me, “CHANGE YOUR WORLD” . Exploring every inch of the store, afraid to miss a thing, I randomly pick out a folded linen to read.

Napkin

My sister passed along many pearls of wisdom while we traveled on vacation in Europe. On our flight home from Paris we both became a bit emotional thinking of Parker’s passing at the very young age of 15. Her wisdom, we have 86,400 seconds in a day to live, live each and every second for all we have now. I thought about, if our heart beats 60 times per minute, our heart beats 86,400 a day, that’s 86,400 opportunities to be thankful we are alive and make a difference.  It’s not about money, possessions, it’s about being kind to one another and believing in the Human Element. Post: A journey to define the Human Element (THE)

The Song playing in the store – Heartbeats, Jose Gonzalez.

 

Have a wonderful week, Be humble, be grateful, be true to you.

Douglas

VIDEO | Towards the Sun by Rick Mereki #breathtaking #vimeo

 

Last month I ran across a vimeo by Rick Mereki called Move. In February he added “Towards the Sun”. If you ever imagined some of the most breathtaking moments of seeing the sun, this video filmed in the Canary Islands, captures them.

Take a moment, and enjoy the view. Kudos to #RickMereki .

 

Bertchesgaden: InterContinental Bertchesgaden, Eagle’s Nest in 2 days (Trip Report)

Welcome to the InterContinental Bertchesgaden,

Photos: Berchtesgaden, InterContinental and Eagles Nest

As the mad taxi driver raced up the mountain, I started to wonder just what location the Intercontinental Bertchesgaden could have situated in the mountains. Pondering location was quickly answered as we gained more altitude and the marvel of the area began to become clear.

After working the resort market on the Big Island of Hawaii, I had experienced a multitude of resort experiences including the Four Seasons Big Island, Fairmont Orchid, Hilton Waikoloa Village and Hilton Hawaiian Village. The InterContinental Bertchesgaden is in a class by itself and nothing like the resorts I experienced before.

The arrival to the hotel is bold, flags strongly displayed with the InterContinental Brand shining brightly. A quick glance you will see the 5 Star rating of the InterContinental Bertchesgaden. Sense of arrival inside the hotel quickly trumped previous experiences and quickly gave a preview of the experience before me.Berchtesgaden Berchtesgaden

The Reception is 3 desks with 2 very comfortable chairs on each side, where you are asked to sit down to be checked in. I was flown for a quick spin when I was asked “Would you like a glass of Champagne or Water?”. I thought I had potentially blacked out and was in a magical land, Champagne at check-in? I have reached heaven. The other reception agent approaches my side and quickly pours a generous glass. I quickly placed my credit card for payment to be sure I had not arrived in the wrong location. I was encouraged to take my glass of champagne with me.

The attention of the lobby is quickly drawn to the beautiful wood fireplace for the winter season at the resort. I cannot fathom how spectacular the experience must be here during the winter months, I do hope to return to experience it some day.

The bell staff whisked me to my room which was located on floor 1, facing the West / Southwest skies. I was explained every aspect of my room, water and juice are complimentary throughout your stay. I finally had a chance take in the high ceilings, comfortable bed, four fixture bathroom. What took my breath away was when I opened the curtains which revealed floor to ceiling windows with a door opening to my own private patio with retractable awning. The sun was starting to set over the tree tops, casting rays of orange and yellow light across the mountains.

I placed my champagne on the patio and looked at the panoramic view. Today was a tough day, a truly amazing person, Glen’s memorial was occurring in Atlanta as I stood there and it would have been my mom’s 61st birthday. I had not been exposed to such beauty since my adventure to the mountains with Karen a year ago last May. I have to provide a disclaimer, no photo can capture the beauty that was before me, but this is my attempt.

The suns final crescent began to pass behind the mountain, when I raised my glass and toasted Glen and Mom. I have no doubt that the view of the heavens illustrated the beauty they provided to the world in their short time with us on Earth. I could not distract myself until the last bit of the suns glow was no longer present. I recognize how fragile and short life is, a humbling experience which brought a tear to my eyes.

Cheers to mom and Glen, may you continue to shine down and light up the world with your beauty. Gone but never forgotten.

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I enjoyed dinner at the InterContinental Bertchesgaden’s 3’60 restaurant,  known for it’s view, not that you could not derive that by it’s name. The restaurant offered me a round table in the corner which was not quite ready, but the server was able to exchange the linens in a way that I never saw the bare table. Another sign, this was going to be an impeccable experience. My meal was fantastic, I enjoyed Tomato Soup, Beef Medallions and a heavenly dessert. The rose champagne complimented anything. For all of the courses, I was pleasantly surprised that the total was 102EU, less the champagne would have only been 62EU.  The server offered to make me a reservation for the next day, and select a seat prior. The resort also offers a set daily price where you can take advantage of set menu selections.

Recognizing my duration in Bertchesgaden was now reduced to a short 38 hours I failed miserably to take full advantage. I caught up on some work emails for a bit in the morning and realized that 13:30 had quickly arrived. Michael at reception was able to share with me a wealth of information of things I could do in my limited time. This included maps of the area where he highlighted out routes, transportation spots and the “must see’s” including the bus schedule times to the Eagle’s Nest. What I appreciated most about Michael is that I had no stupid questions without information overload.

I explored the Eagle’s Nest that afternoon, learning an immense history of the German occupation of this area during the World War. I returned to the hotel and cleaned up photos at the Rocks Bar, where the staff was very friendly, and on top of the service. I was also surprised that the bill was 20EU for 4 beers and beef goulash. The bar is located between the two towers, with an outdoor area to see the sunset.

The next morning I departed the hotel, and received a special greeting from the General Manager wishing me a pleasant journey. Thomas at reception is partaking in a Leadership Course finishing up his time at the resort. I was offered a glass of water, and provided a bag with another bottle water and a special Grizzly Gummy Bear jars. I set aside 2.5 hours to visit the Documentation Center which was just enough time to enjoy half of the audio guide but fully explore the bunker. Unfortunately the area was very busy, limited photos  are allowed.  The educational piece of this relative to the World War I believe is a staple for anyone to understand the German point of view of Hitler and that time in the history of the European countries.

Thomas had the taxi ordered to return back to Bertchesgaden Hbf, and wished me a pleasant journey. With my career in hospitality starting as a bellman in 1998, I am given confidence by Thomas that the future leaders of the industry are strong, passionate, and engaging.

The journey down the hill was quick, with the most friendly taxi driver, native to Bertchesgaden. The bus 480 was a 46 minute trip back, and for 5,30 EU, money well spent. Thank you IC Bertchesgaden for an amazing experience, as they say “A Hui Hou”, Hawaiian for until we meet again.

Photos: Berchtesgaden, InterContinental and Eagles Nest