Friday, January 2, 2015

House on the rock and are you addicted to change?


Discouragement

Discouragement comes from one thing, and one thing only: thinking discouraging thoughts. Changing the content of one's thoughts changes the entire picture!

Discouragement often comes from one's limited self-image.

When you view yourself in a positive light and see what you've done as valuable and important, even though things didn't work out the way you were hoping, you still feel positive about the effort you put into doing something worthwhile. You know that effort is up to you; results are up to the Almighty. You realize that your own value and worth are constant, and then think about your new wisest course of action for now.

If you ever feel discouraged, you can say to yourself, "Right now I am feeling discouraged because of the thoughts that I am thinking. What are some wiser thoughts that I can think right now?"

Love Yehuda Lave


 

House on the rock

Clingstone, an unusual, 103-year-old mansion in Rhode Island 'S Narragansett Bay, survives through the love and hard work of family and friends.

Henry Wood, the owner, runs the house like a camp: all skilled workers welcome.  The Jamestown Boatyard hauls the family's boats and floating dock and

stores them each winter in return for a week's use of the house in the summer.

Mr. Wood, a 79-year-old Boston architect, bought the house with his ex-wife Joan In 1961 for $3,600.  It had been empty for two decades.

Clingstone had been built by a distant cousin, J.S. Lovering Wharton.  Mr. Wharton Worked with an artist, William Trost Richards, to create a house of picture windows With 23 rooms on three stories radiating off a vast central hall.

The total cost of the construction, which was completed in 1905, was $36,982.99

An early sketch of the house.  Mr. Wood is as proud as any parent of his house, and keeps a fat scrapbook of photographs and newspaper clippings that document Its best moments.  Many of the historic photos he has were provided by the company that insured the house for its original owners.

The Newport Bridge is visible from the windows of the Ping-Pong room, to the left of the fireplace.

The house is maintained by an ingenious method: the Clingstone work weekend.  Held Every year around Memorial Day, it brings 70 or so friends and Clingstone lovers Together to tackle jobs like washing all 65 of the windows.  Anne Tait, who is married To Mr. Wood's son Dan, refinished the kitchen floor on one of her first work weekends

There are 10 bedrooms at Clingstone, all with indecently beautiful views

The dining room table seats 14.  Refinishing the chairs is a task on the list for a future work weekend.

Sign by the ladder that leads to the roof reads: No entry after three drinks or 86 years of age.  "It used to say 80 but we had a guy on a work weekend who was 84, so I changed it," said Mr. Wood, ever the realist.  It would have been a shame to curtail the activities of a willing volunteer

No lawn to mow, no neighbors, no solicitors, no busy streets, no traffic!!!

 
 
 



The Change Addict

I still recall a time when people kept things new and forever.  Drove the same car for decades. Wore the same jacket for twenty-five years. Lived in the family home for a lifetime. Went to the same holiday house for generations. Bought groceries from the same grocer, knew the fishmonger by name and went bowling every Tuesday night.  Today, wear the same watch for longer than a season and you are viewed with pity, and hold a job for more than a year will earn you the epithet of 'loser'.

Why the change? Has commercialism incubated a consumer society? Has production inbuilt deliberate obsolescence? Have food additives and water toxicity mutated human nature?

Children's games no longer require the unforgivingly slow throw of the dice. Instead, touch-driven keyboards produce immediate screen effects.  i-phones locate their prey uncannily and instantly, stimulating the receiver's heart via idiosyncratic tunes or electronic tags. Drugs alleviate boredom.  Medications relieve McDonald's-induced indigestion. Sleeping pills turn off the lights of consciousness with escapist ease. Watch a 1970's movie and it moves ever so slowly. Read a classic and the lack of action is tortuously boring. 

Our world worships change – fast change.  And creation obliges. Nothing is still. Ever since G-d breathed the breath of life into the sensibilites changeuniverse it has been in a state of perpetual motion – and change. Molecules and atoms choose different partners all the time. Neurotransmissions reshape the brain plastically. Continents shift. Climates change. Sensibilities alter. And women are always changing their minds!

So what's new? The expectations are new. We are addicted to change. We crave change. We need the daily experiential fix – a new experience, a new sensual appeal, a titillation of our senses, an arousal of our autonomous nervous system, cortical alertness, stimulation overload. "I'm bored"'s threshold  is a quantum leap beyond it's tipping point of a generation ago.

The cell phone beckons and the limbic system dances with emotions of expectancy, quickly reaching tidal wave proportions – someone cares about me, someone wants to connect to me, the world calls me with opportunity, the unknown, a special experience. Then the downer of yet another prosaic vendor of some useless service or product who somehow has you down on a never-ending spread-sheet.  The greater the addiction, the greater the letdown.

Why are we so addicted? Because we are so alone, so insecure, so low self-esteemed. So we compensate, wanting to feel alive, vibrant, connected. Our core need is to satisfy the soul's reach through the labyrinth called the body. The soul quests its reincarnative journey – journeying emotions through relationships with people, with world, with G-d; journeying mind through curiosity, knowledge, discovery; journeying spiritually through belief, higher consciousness, One-ness.

Feeding the soul a nutritionally deficient 'diet' perverts its quest. Spiritual 'fast food' consist of sensual and titillating experiences simulating the real thing – but with disastrous consequences of  'indigestion' - depression, dependency, and despondency.  The momentary addictive lift dissipates, leaving emptiness and void in its wake.

change is a cosmic wheelChange is a giant cosmic wheel, turning inexorably, providing a constant opportunity for discovery and wonderment. Approach the opportunity ungraspingly, without ego or self-ingratiation and the results will be beautiful and meaningful. Steal the opportunity for exploitative personal needs and the result will be prison of addiction

Change is opportunity. Addiction is a dead-end.

- See more at: http://www.spiritgrowjosefkrysscenter.org/blog/change-addict?inf_contact_key=d99ed888325ea07eeedbbe0f77c2ab0c7dc57d4c9a3af06cbd9b831efb6be8b2#sthash.ZVU8An1o.dpuf


Don't Say You Dont Have Enough Time




--