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  • 18 clues on the path to a meaningful, exciting life
  • From the mundane to the profound
  • With frequent interruptions for laughter~
  • A memoirish guidebook
  • by Ann Medlock
  • If/when there is a commercial version of this,
  • there will be illustrations abounding.
  • For now, I’m just leaving the words here,
  • without chasing down the rights to all those images,
  • some of them quite wonderful.
  • I doubt, however, that there will be another version.
  • When this was read by NY editors,
  • I was advised to re-write it either as
  • Humor, Philosophy, Advice, How To, or Memoir.
  • It can’t be all of the above.
  • I’m not interested in making it something it's not
  • so here it is, as is—
  • a genre-busting mélange
  • that could be on any or all of those bookstore shelves.
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  • Dear Reader,

    If you’re old enough to be an elder and are encountering younger people assuming you can/should/will advise them, you may find some useful material here. If you’re young, you may not have an elder in your network who can annoy you with advice. An in-between age and still figuring out your own way forward? There may be things here that confirm or challenge your choices.

    I’m here to help.

    As an octogenarian, I know Father Time and Mother Nature are on my tail. That’s normal. Add a roaring pandemic that’s killing oldsters in huge numbers, and it’s definitely a moment to think “legacy.” As grandchildren become full-size people, graduating from school, launching careers, and adding to the head count of the clan, what should the mater familias—that would be me—say to them before she exits?

    It might be wiser to say nothing. There’s a risk of being Polonius, an old fart full of laughable platitudes. It’s especially awkward because I hate to read second-person instructions. Whenever a writer presumes to tell me what I should do, my brat instincts kick in and I walk away. The only “you” writing I can stand is by Marcus Aurelias because he was talking to himself. That I can handle.

    When talking to myself about the years, so far, it’s clear that I lost way too much time trying to be what was expected of me rather than who I am. I came to life—in all the meanings of that phrase—at around 50, for a lot of reasons you’d have to read my roman à clef to know. Fifty’s better than never and, fortunately, I don’t drive looking in the rear-view mirror—the regrets would be too debilitating when there’s so much to do, to finish, after that late start. So this is about younger lives, lives that shouldn’t lose decades, as I did.


“Draw, Antonio, draw, Antonio, draw and do not waste time.”—Michelangelo’s last words, spoken to his assistant.

You, Dear Reader, whatever age you are, are invited to listen in, so to speak, as I give the young in my world hints, clues, flashes about matters mundane and possibly profound. The mundane I’m pretty sure I’ve figured out, the profound I’m still working on. If you share my resistance to authority, look at these advisories as messages I wrote for my young kin, not you. You’ve already figured out how to live your life, right?

That said, do read on, and then let me know what your own Operating System is. I’d really like to know. Here’s what I’m telling my family about mine…


Dear Kiddo,

I want you to know everything I know, to have all the guidance that has kept me aspiring to do better, even now, as I deal with the astonishing fact that I’m pushing 90. The urge to make everything go smoothly for you is strong. And stupid on my part. You’ll handle whatever life deals you, and you’ll do that well or badly. Decades of living, of making choices, are ahead of you.

It can be confusing and scary, so some clues, to help you find your way, couldn’t hurt, right?

  • “And each one went into the darkest part of the forest
  • at a place where there was no path.”


Bread Crumb 1 ~ The Golden Rule isn’t good enough.

Yeah, let’s start with a bang. The Golden Rule is touted in religions all over the world, and by humanists, all of them looking for the right guidelines for living. Smart people, ethical people, have called it the most basic of operating values, the Prime Directive, if you will. And this smartass is quite sure that it falls short.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

I see self-protection inherent in those words, and that really bothers me. I’d rather you not do anything unto anyone for fear or expectation of what they’ll do back unto you, or for you.

There’s also a projection problem. Logically, it fails to make the world the least bit better when, for instance, people are masochists and what they want from others is to be hurt. Following the Golden Rule would mean that hurting people is the right action for masochists, because that’s what they want done to themselves. For misanthropes, who want to be left the hell alone, the Rule gives them validation for ignoring other people because that’s what they want you to do unto them.

Nope. Not good enough.

Consider, if you will, the Platinum Rule—

“Do whatever you can do for your fellow beings.”

Just that. Full stop. See what I did there? The loop back to self is gone. So is the loony-desires problem. Any skills you have, any goods you can offer, just get on out there and be of service. That should be the Prime Directive.

Life can be hard and we need to help each other get through the rough spots. I’ve been writing about people sticking their necks out for the common good for over 40 years. I choose to see in them the Platinum Rule.


  • “Service is the rent we pay for the privilege of living on this earth.”
  • ― Shirley Chisholm

2 ~ Brace yourself—Being alive is a risk.

For all those decades, I’ve been writing about Giraffe Heroes, people who stick their necks out for the common good. The risks they take have inspired the hell out of me, so maybe they’ll inspire you to look beyond the safest way forward and take some risks. There’s a lot to be said for deliberately getting into the “good trouble” Congressman John Lewis favored.

I’m leaving you (and the world) an online database of over a thousand stories of people doing just that, exemplars of lives well lived. Their stories are waiting for you here.

Do follow their lead. Seeking security nails most people into coffins while they’re still alive. It’s better to laugh on the tightrope than to cower on the platform, demanding a net before you’ll step onto the rope. Security is the womb and, if we’re very lucky, it’s also our parents’ arms. Out here, on our own, we’re all at risk, all the time.


  • “To hope is to gamble. It's to bet on your future, on your desires,

  • on the possibility that an open heart and uncertainty

  • are better than gloom and safety.”—Rebecca Solnit

It’s probably a good thing that there’s no such thing as security, because adrenaline doesn’t happen when you’re totally safe, and adrenaline is pretty useful stuff for getting things done.

I’m not one of those people who take risks for the hell of it. It’s got to mean something or I’d rather settle into a comfy chair and read a good book, thank you very much. But if it’s for a cause I believe in, people I love, work I want to complete—hold my beer.


“I've been tested by fire and the fire lost.”—Ann Richards

If you hone your skills so you’re resilient and can count on yourself—you’ll be upping the odds that the risks in your life won’t do you in. But no matter how prepared and purposeful you are, you can still be knocked off your pins. Fate doesn’t deal in guarantees. That’s why resilience and self-reliance are crucial.

If/when you’re flattened by an unexpected gale wind, you’ll know that you can get yourself back together, then get up, dust off, and carry on.

If/when you decide to make a risky move, you can be a little more confident that you can pull it off.

There’s a choice to be made between Get By or Fly. If you’re fine with getting by, this old woman’s ideas of living with—hell, flying with—uncertainty, may not be for you.


“Whenever I hit a wall, I just feel around and figure there’s a door here somewhere; I’m going to find it, and I’m going to kick it open.”

  • —Elizabeth Warren


  • When we show up, act boldly, and practice the best ways to be wrong,

  • we fail forward. No matter where we end up,

  • we’ve grown from where we began.—Stacey Abrams
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3 ~ You can improvise a good life.

Perhaps the biggest operational thing I know from my own life is that the good parts have been one long improvisation. The basics of improv performances include never saying No to what’s tossed at you. First response has to be: Yes and… Then you move the narrative forward. No matter how startling the line or the situation that’s handed to you may be, whether the surprise is good or bad, you accept it and run with it.

I see that as a manifestation of the philosophy of life delineated by Aurelius and his fellow Stoics, thousands of years ago. Since then named amor fati (loving your fate) it’s basically about saying Yes and then making your move. Improv.

The Stoics said you should put up no resistance to accepting and learning from whatever lands on you, good or bad. The common response to the bad stuff is “Why me?” It’s a dumb question when addressed to Fate, the Force, God, whatever name you want to put on what’s going on behind what we can see. Rather than wallowing in aggrieved, pointless questioning, the Stoics say Take it and run with it. Given the abilities, talents and resources you have, make the best move you can. Wherever that puts you, take your next shot from there. Play it as it lays.

Don’t be derailed by the current usage of “stoic.” It isn’t about being emotionless and passive, as the word is now used. The name for the philosophy came from stoa, which was the word for the covered, columned place along the front of a building in Athens where a guy named Zeno expounded on his theories of how things work, becoming known at the first Stoic, because of the place he held forth from. “Stoic” didn’t mean Zeno, the First Emotionless, Passive Blank.

Marcus Aurelius was a winning general and an effective emperor—not jobs you can do passively. He told himself that Life will throw you one unexpected pitch after another. Some will be nice fat changeups you can hit outta the park. Some will be nasty curve balls. Doesn’t matter. You’re at bat. Go for it. OK, Aurelius didn’t really use baseball images, but you get what I mean.

When the incoming change is really bad news, the amor part is hard. I’m pretty good at acceptance and next shots, but I still yell Crap! and WTH? before I get there. And some plot twists are just too hard to love immediately, if ever.

Life goal I’m still working on: Instant acceptance, with no swearing.

Life goal I’ll probably never reach: Instant loving, along with the acceptance.

I did a lot of improv living instinctively but didn’t really think about it until I worked with Christopher Alexander, building the wonderfully sheltering house where I’m writing this, waiting out the pandemic.


If that name’s not familiar to you, do look him up, because he’s a BFD. He’s an architect, a master builder, a professor, a polymath, and the writer of many, many books. He’s the reason this house is the miraculous place it is and why I’ve threatened formally, in my will, to haunt any descendant who might try to make it “marketable,” as in painting it all white and putting in gold-plated faucets and marble counters. You’ve been warned.

As soon as I finish this piece, I’ll go back to working on Building with Christopher Alexander, An Illustrated Memoir. There are shelves of books by and about him, but no one’s written about the experience of building a house with him, partly because it’s so rare that he did private houses. I’ll get that done, but for now, just these notes on his improvisations…

A sad note here:

Chris died just after I finished writing this, in his beloved Sussex.

I should change to past tense but just can’t.

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Chris, on site, supervising construction in Master Builder style, decided everything in the moment, considering the givens at hand, including whatever surprises the process pitched him. He’d take in the odd shape of the land, a change in the materials available, an unexpected movement of the light, a realization that JAG was too tall for a space that was taking shape—each factor, each surprise, was absorbed, and he’d make his move. Like when he got an anguished call from a lumberyard offering a great deal on a huge order of cedar that had just been cancelled. OK, we’ll do cedar inside the house as well as outside. Or, the building regulations require double-glass window panes. OK, we go to fewer panes so the windows are affordable.

Each move he made created new givens, and he’d work from them to decide what to do next. Not without angst, I must add. He met many a change with considerable drama. Then he’d get on with it.

When we talked about his improv approach and why I was sure we couldn’t build a house that way without him, he said, “Well, of course you also have to know what you’re doing.”

Of course. Scales before jazz. You can’t just pick up a horn and expect to play Sketches of Spain. First the scales, the classes, the sketchbooks, the nights of study. Practice practice practice. Picasso could draw like an Old Master before he went full rogue.

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Watching Chris proceed to solve each day’s challenges, with each solution leading to whatever the end result was to be, I realized that, in my own work, I didn’t need to know the conclusion of the story, the last line of the poem. I needed to work with what I had in the moment, just taking the natural next step. I didn’t have to be stalled, not writing at all because I didn’t have the end figured out. I could just go, driving to the end of my headlights.

If you keep doing that, you’ll get there, wherever “there” needs to be. Watching a whole building come into being that way was a revelation.

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My writing became listening to the words in my head that won’t shut up, considering the images that won’t stop appearing. Those are my “givens.” In the realm of life-decisions, I take in what’s coming at me, and do my best to welcome it. I consider all the givens at hand and—even without getting to amor—I create my next move.

Making it up, day after day, means being fully engaged, awake and observant, aka alive. The life you create from millions of such moments is vivid and exciting, just as the house Chris built for us is resoundingly alive.

If you require certainty, you’ll need A Plan, A Rulebook, Guidelines, and maybe — Commandments. It’s comforting to be given a playbook that means everything is all figured out—just do what is Written.

That also means you’re taking something figured out by fallible humans who were trying to make sense of life, and accepting their guesses as your marching orders. We humans are wonderfully creative beings. Faced with a mystery, we move into creativity and/or faith to fill the void, coming up with marvelous stories about what’s going on, but…we’re guessing.

In, I suspect, an effort to head off people who see things this way, the Roman Catholic Church declared their leader infallible on matters of faith. Makes me smile. Suuuure he is. The church leaders recognized the problem of people saying “Hey, he’s just a guy trying to figure stuff out, like a lot of us.” It’s hard to run an institution without laying down some ground rules. Nice try, fellas.

If you do accept someone’s guesses as your instructions for living, you never have to improvise; you can just do what The Book says. For me, that’s a formula for sleepwalking through life, getting by. I’d rather fly.

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  • “I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth—
  • and truth rewarded me.” ― Simone de Beauvoir

It works with the really small stuff too.

Take getting dressed in the morning. Some people have set “outfits” they’ve been told are suitable. I consider the givens—the weather, the schedule, the mood of the moment, and choose a shirt, a pair of pants, a scarf, earrings… It’s never the same assemblage as any other day. Cooking. My recipe for almost everything is, What’ve We Got? Let’s see. Here’s a lemon, there’s rice in the fridge, cod in the freezer, thyme in the garden… a meal develops. I design knitted things, and during this pandemic, face masks. Each one comes into form from a lot of what’s-available/possible choices—I don’t follow written patterns.

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Clearly, my advice is—Get the basics down, then wing it!

4 ~ Freud got two out of the three Most Important Things.

When he was asked what people need to be happy, he said, “Love and work.” He forgot Home, says this home-lover, but let’s start with Love. Not the love you give or get from family or your friends. I mean the One + One kind.

Choosing a person to share your life is a subject that’s filled volumes over the ages, but you might consider a few ideas from someone who’s gotten it wrong, repeatedly. Boy, have I gotten it wrong. Until I didn’t. Like a lot of very young people, young me mostly fell for people who were good to look at. “Jerry,” the handsomest guy in my class, three years older than the rest of us, he’d flunked so many times. “Nick,” tall, dark and dumber. Spouse One, handsomest of all and constantly two beats behind on understanding what was going on, if/when he ever did. 

There’s not much long-term value in eye candy. So I switched to Smart. Spouse Two was blazing bright—and a narcissistic sociopath who used everyone he encountered to serve his own unrevealed ends. Wrong again, girl. So wrong I wrote an entire roman à clef about it that can give you the details, if you haven’t read it yet. (And if you haven’t, what’s that about?)

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Spouse Three is the keeper. After almost 40 years of an alliance that works, I can say to you—Kid, I hope you pair up with someone you can talk to, plan with, an honest, discerning witness whose feedback helps you course-correct, who can be your harbor and your solace in hard times, who can work with you on your goals and on the ones you share, laugh and cry with you, be your frame when you wobble.

  • “Gentlemen, set your frames.
  • This here dance starts simple
  • and gets tricky real fast.
  • Your lady cannot do
  • the necessary turns and
  • flourishes if you do not
  • give her frame.
  • But if you got
  • steady shoulders,
  • rock-strong arms,
  • sure footing,
  • then there she goes,
  • twirling, double-timing,
  • knowing she can count on you
  • for balance. Give way
  • when she swings out,
  • when she’s off balance—
  • her spin will take her down.
  • Then you got one bruised and
  • limping little lady, don’t you know?”
  • You ask what I need from you
  • as I rescript my life, ending what
  • I thought it was and spinning into
  • what it may really be. No actions,
  • no words are needed, only frame,
  • only the pinpoint touch of your
  • solid presence, only the still point
  • without which there is no dance,
  • and we know there is only the dance.
  • JAG, who gives great frame

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"Marriage is having somebody permanently in your corner.”—Gloria Steinem

Yes, you read that right. Steinem, who married for the first and only time when she was 66. (He was a mere 59. And JAG is nine years younger than I am. Steinem and I may be onto something.)

I don’t know of a couple who never hit serious snags, but if you’re in a real partnership, working through them is worth the time and effort. 

What about soloing? I have a lot of friends who never married, who never found the person they could have a true partnership with—and didn’t make the mistake of marrying the wrong person, as I kept doing.

We’re all old now. I have children I like a lot from those wrong choices and from Spouse Three’s own earlier wrong choice. Most of those children have children who are really good people, and we all have each other’s backs. It’s worked out pretty well.

You may like the idea of a free-of-ties, independent life, or you may not find anyone who would be the right partner, even if you’d like to have one. Loving friends and family can make all the difference. They can have your back big-time, both emotionally and in simply showing up when something needs to get done that you can’t do alone. Families rock, including those we create by choice; the love that circulates in them is life-sustaining.

As to work, if you’re really lucky, what you do well and should pursue was something that was clear early in your life and you were encouraged to go further, exploring that possibility.

Me, I was the kid who got in trouble at home when the kindergarten teacher, shaking her head, told my mom I was quite a storyteller. To Mom, that mean Liar and she was pretty mad at me. It was eventually sorted out that I was taking over the class to tell the kids stories. Not lies. Stories. This was not encouraged. Not by teachers who seemed to want control of their classrooms. Not by parents who saw no possible value in such an ability.

I hope what you do well has already been noted and encouraged. Maybe you were the kid who could talk anybody into anything, play any music you heard, or understand how objects work, taking them apart and putting them back together. There are jobs that go with such innate skills and interests. Please don’t turn away from those clues toward something in a totally different lane, one that doesn’t really matter to you, but pays well.

  • “Not he [sic] who has little, but he [sic] who desires much is poor.”—Seneca
  • (Another Stoic. They keep popping up.)

One way to be free to pursue work you care about is to keep your expenses small. Put the focus on what you need, not on what you may just want. I thought I needed Manhattan and my view of Central Park and the midtown skyline. But when doing the work I love meant finding someplace cheaper, I got what I needed—a solid, quiet place from which to transmit that work. And waddya know, I don’t seem to be suffering at all, having given up one fabulous place to find another. (On a clearer day, you can see the mountains and the sea from the window on the right, the Olympics and the Salish.)


You can do end runs that get your wants handled, on the cheap. That’s worked out pretty well for this person who hates waste but loves luxury. As in, I deal with wanting nice clothes by being an astute thrifter; I don’t need a high-paying job so I can buy at posh shops. Have you looked in my closet? It’s awesome.

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“Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.”—Mae West

That said, it’s important to know the difference between pleasure and joy. Don’t assume material things can/will make you really happy. Lots of things give pleasure. Momentarily and addictively. The happy fix wears off and we need the next hit to get back to the good feeling. Having 37 white sweaters is a sure sign of addiction. [I'll link to a piece about that, soon.]

But joy—joy nourishes and sustains. Joy is doing your work, taking life’s turns with grace, being fully present, here, now, in every wonder-filled moment ahead of you.

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All God's children are not beautiful. Most of God's children are, in fact, barely presentable.—Fran Lebowitz

And while we’re on this matter of joy, there are limits to the hit you get from looking good. This family is full of beautiful, handsome people. In both love and work, looks can be weaponized. So OK, use that, you fine-looking human. I sure have. Moving through the world can be hard—looking good has helped me again and again. With this guy’s genes in so many of us, it’s hard to be “barely presentable.”

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But your value to yourself shouldn’t be based on that measure. If you let it define you, then a bad hair day or new wrinkles will throw you off course when it shouldn’t have any bearing on what you need to do.

The best lesson I ever got on that one came when I arrived at a photo studio in California to sit for a headshot. It was a few days after Elizabeth Taylor’s first wedding and the photographer had been her official shooter. Everything was covered with images of her—tables, chairs, walls… and you could only stare in wonder. Taylor at 19 was other-worldly gorgeous. She was rich. She was famous. She had work and—she thought—love. And the photographer told me that when he was clicking away as she finished dressing, she burst into tears. She had looked into a white satin shoe and seen “7 1/2.” The “imperfection” of feet she considered too large made her cry. This woman. Don’t ever do that to yourself!


Factor Three in being happy, the one Freud missed—Find home and secure it, if you possibly can. We managed it, despite doing work that pays at poverty level by the standards of the “success”-driven USA. It took living frugally, and socking every spare dollar into paying off the mortgage. I’m writing in the eleventh pandemic month of sheltering in place, of being grateful for shelter that’s not owned by a bank, that can’t be taken away as the economy dumps people onto the streets after foreclosures and failures to pay rent.

You, kid, may be a free-floating spirit with no need of a home base—if so, good on ya. But if you got any of my home-loving genes, it will be good to work toward having a place where you can moor in whatever storms may come. If that’s not a house, apartment, cabin, camper, or yurt now, at least get a room of your own, a place you can make messes, play your music loud, dance, paint the walls any damn color you like, and never clean up. Unless you feel like it.

5 ~ A constant refrain I sing—Don’t buy in.

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Question authority ~ Question Everything—Linda Ellerbee

Question Authority was a 60s battle cry adapted from Socrates, another of those philosophers who figured out so much, so long ago. I’ve given away a lot of Question Authority buttons, and stood with a son when wearing one of them got him called on the carpet by an outraged teacher. Questioning Everything was a fine update by the great Linda Ellerbee, who gleefully spread the idea to America’s children via her Nick News show.

After being fired from all the networks for her wonderfully disruptive presence as a news anchor, she brought the news to the nation’s kids for 23 years. We had a good laugh about that when I worked with her on developing a show for kids about Giraffe Heroes, people who do a lot of questioning the powers-that-be. She said far and wide “My goal was never a nation of kid news junkies. I am more subversive; I wanted to grow a nation of rowdy citizens.” Good Trouble. Yeah!

Questioning is essential for the day-to-day operational principle of not buying in. As already noted here, people, and the culture at large, are full of ideas that are waved about as Truth when they’re really just stuff somebody made up, often with the intent of controlling your choices and actions, along with those of everyone else they can snare.

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“I want y'all to get out there and raise hell about damned near everything.”—Molly Ivins

Gurus, whether religious or political, are particularly to be doubted. Take what you need and go—don’t give up your autonomy and your critical judgment, submitting to another human’s theories.

Yet another aside: Something struck me along the way of writing this—My parents met in a shorthand class. That was a fast means of taking dictation, writing down what a boss was dictating—dictating—so you could go away and type it up for him (and it was always a “him”). It was a way to survive the Depression, when people were literally starving, but those two scared people went on to take dictation all their lives, always submitting to authority, obeying their “superiors.” And this kid of theirs runs around saying Question Authority. A generational pendulum swing, you might say, from one extreme to the other.

This extremist says, accept responsibility for your own well-being rather than counting on someone else to take care of you, explain the world to you, tell you what’s next, and demand your loyalty to whatever their agenda may be.

Thinking for yourself and trusting those thoughts are foundational for creating a life that’s truly yours.

I’m so sure the emperor has no clothes, I had a ring made as an 80th birthday present from me to me. The design is a bare ass wearing a crown. Not knowing you’re naked and vainly nattering on as if you’re wonderfully garbed is laughable.

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Choosing to drop your armor and reveal who you are is the other side of that coin. When I told the great editor T George Harris that he was changing an article of mine to be too much about me, he drawled at me, “Oh, just bareass it, Medlock.” Years later, when I finally got the courage to publish my poems, I created Bareass Press.

Seeing the move you need to make and being able to make it can involve having what my ever-so-blunt New York business partner called “Fuck-you money.” (Don’t tell your mother I said that.) Squirrel away a stash of cash available only to you. It can be your ticket to ride away from situations you shouldn’t tolerate.

If your inner voice says that it’s time to stop or time to go on, that the next word in the poem has to be “mendacity,” or that you need to move to Lima, don't ignore that voice. It may be telling you something important.

6 ~ “Does anybody here know how to play this game?” 
 “Yes. I do. Watch.”

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Flipping the idea that too many people are just pretending to know stuff, when you do know what to do and how to do it, hold to that. Know it and show it. Most people are so eager to believe someone who even seems to know what to do, they will buy into your certainty.

You will, of course, respect and not betray people who align with you. You’re living your life with honor, not bullshitting your way through, not trampling on the lives around you, right?

A learning moment in my life—this will seem trivial, but I’ve applied the lesson to serious matters and it’s really helped…

It’s 1955 and I’m living in a beach house on the outskirts of Kobe, Japan, in an area that’s full of foreigners. I’ve never lived out of the U.S. before, I’m figuring out how the consular service works, I’m ill at ease, foundering. At a party hosted by a British neighbor, I’m observing a room full of awesomely sophisticated people from all over the world, chatting while downing martinis and apéritifs. Latecomers enter the room, the new French consul and his wife, just arrived from Paris. The room almost seems to go into freeze-frame. Everyone is suddenly oriented toward this Parisienne, a reaction she clearly expects. I see that her dark blonde hair is streaked, she’s wearing frosted lipstick and pointed shoes—all new, to everyone there. It’s 1955. But the key thing is she carries herself like the queen of the universe. Her head is up, her gaze is direct, her movements sure. She’s awesome. I really look at her and realize that she’s not standardly attractive; she’s what the French call jolie laide, roughly translated as “beautiful though ugly.” It doesn’t matter that her features are off. Her presence is on. She is rocking that room.

I’ve thought of her when I cross a stage to a microphone, meet with a potential donor, walk into any room full of strangers. To hell with diffidence. I stride in. My head’s up. I am there.

7 ~ It’s better not to wait for perfection, in situations, or in yourself.

I believe in taking action without waiting to know everything you could possibly know. The complete information about most things will never be available to you.


I met Goody Cable when Marilyn Ferguson (author of The Aquarian Conspiracy) assembled a lot of people who had created odd things; Ferguson was writing a book about what made us tick. When she interviewed each of us, in the assembled group of "subjects," Goody’s lack of interest in perfection blew me away. I started talking to her then and haven't stopped, decades later.

She knows that way too many good ideas never make it to reality, stopped by the creators’ need for perfection. Better to forge on and get something done and real, like Goody’s coffee house and hotel.

Waiting to achieve some level of spiritual perfection will also stop you from taking action. Because nobody gets there. Your imperfect self needs to take that next shot.

A great illustration of that one happened at St. John the Divine in New York, when I was listening to some very sweet people talk about working on oneself as the way to achieve world peace. One of the listeners was an activist rabbi who just couldn’t bear it and jumped up to say that missiles were going into place all over Europe, that people across the world were being starved, enslaved, eradicated, and the speakers wanted us all to meditate more before doing something? The speakers brushed him off; I went to him immediately at the break to tell him that at least one imperfect person there agreed and would keep making noise, keep petitioning, keep marching.

The Greeks have a word for endless belly-button staring—omphaloskepsis. There are also the English words “procrastination,” “terminal timidity,” and even “cowardice.” Perfecting your soul before acting can be a great dodge for people who aren’t brave enough to engage with the world, ever.

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Don’t be an omphaloskeptic, kid, and don’t be a thinker of great thoughts who does nothing with them. Espousing good ideas and making no moves to put them into action is unspeakably lame. Mama don’ ‘llow that in this here clan.

You’ll also never be sure, in advance, of what the effects of your actions will be. The effects throughout time and space are and always will be beyond your ken. The future is unknowable so you can’t be stymied by all the possible consequences of every decision you make. Just make the best choice you can, based on the givens you have, and the principles you live by.

If you’re saying Yes, welcoming what comes, and making your best moves, something strange happens. Phones ring, doors open, people step up to work with you, things you reach for come into your hands. I suspect this has something to do with your being aligned with The Field. More on that in Bread Crumbs 15 and 16.

Third day of this upload, and it is tiring. Fun seeing it online as I go, but the tedium of the process is wearying. More tomorrow.