Joe Bradshaw:

The Ugly and the beauty found in ugliness… when will it end?

Originally posted on aplaceforpoetry:

In the rubble of a bombsite cries a man who is afraid;
his young wife and child went missing when the bird fell from the sky;
and his neighbours come a-running from the homes that can’t be saved.

This man is digging with his fingers for the little girl he made,
desperation in his shouting that the bird took her away.
In the rubble of a bombsite cries a man who is afraid.

There are tears across his country, but the grit is in his eye.
He is calling for his baby, but his throat is raw and dry;
and his neighbours come a-running from the lives that can’t be saved.

So many lonely people left by loved ones swept away,
by the restless wings of predators who fall upon their prey.
In the rubble of a bombsite cries a man who is afraid,

but who falls upon the ground…

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My Message in a Bottle

Joe Bradshaw:

I would like to share the message shared with me in a bottle. Barbara has shared much kindness and love with many of us as well as from us as she re posts those blog posts that touch many. Barbara’s message in the bottle resonates with my heart and I would like to say Thank you Barbara for sharing such a wonderful message in a bottle for us all to find! Hugs!

Originally posted on idealisticrebel:

To whomever finds my message:

I have filled this bottle with Love, Peace, Patience, Compassion, Empathy, Gratitude, Beauty, Forgiveness and Kindness.

I believe that when we sow the seed of these ideas with words and plant them in the soil of life and add water and sunlight, we can grow Peace.  Peace is the trunk of the Tree of Life.

If, every day, every person performed one Peaceful act, shared beauty with one other person, shared forgiveness with one who needs it, then we would have the beginnings of the Peace we need.

Everyday that you touch someone else with kindness, with compassion and peace, you make an imprint on their heart and on their soul that will gradual help them find their way to a life lived in peaceful harmony with everyone in the world.

This could erase racism, sexism, ageism, all forms of bigotry and the violence that comes…

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Molting, Transforming, Changing… It takes time

Molting, morphing, metamorphosis, transmutation, transforming… Changing! We all know change for the most part takes time. Especially when we are changing ourselves, sometimes the change doesn’t really seem apparent in our daily lives as real change is gradual if it is to be meaningful. We can’t just wake up Christmas morning like Scrooge and be a different human being in a twinkling of an eye. Even if we can it would take a while to really have it sink in and hold.

Change takes time and effort on a daily basis before it can really come to realization in our actions thoughts and way of life. At times I have questioned myself in regards to my progress and true depth of change as I occasionally slip.
I am at a point in my personal transformation that the I Ching describes as “Molting” or ”Revolution” there are various levels of molting or revolution from the shallow “The Panther molts in its face” to the deep change of the “Tiger changes it’s stripes.” The concepts of superficial change like our appearance or acting nice to people yet not coming from the heart and being truly kind are easy make happen for a time but produce no lasting effect. The panther molting in its face is such a transformation; it will still eat you even though it looks sweet. The deep change that comes from the heart takes time, much like the caterpillar becoming a butterfly. The change that comes from solitude and silence is one that has lasting effect and becomes the new stripes on the tiger.
The daily work through meditation and observation is the actual nuts and bolts of personal transformation. When you become aware and become consciously aware of your thoughts and actions it moves to the next step of taking action. Choosing thoughts that serve you takes effort as well some thoughts we choose from past conditioning and beliefs that may not really be in line with the change we are making. Judgment… We sometimes judge our thoughts without considering where the judgment is coming from. It is not only our thoughts we need to master it is gaining alignment with our hearts that is perhaps the most important in personal transformation. Our hearts in conjunction with higher self or our conscious awareness recognizes our expanded consciousness allows us to become who we truly are meant to be.
Deepak Chopra in his book “The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success” shares an important point in regards to the transformation process. You can’t force it, you work on it everyday and little by little it becomes more a part of your everyday being, and one day it becomes a spontaneous part of the who you are. Here is a link to the audio book on youtube:

As I personally am in a place of transformation or deep molting I find at times it is confusing in a way when my old self is no longer who I want to be and my new self is yet to form. I choose to just let the thoughts flow choosing to follow none. I pick up a brush and paint or a pen and write something beautiful or I walk in silence choosing not to interact with the world at large. Perhaps I need that silent connection with the divine, to complete the change, or at least move to the next level of change. Each time I hit this phase I find myself knowing I am making progress, the stripes are coming out and becoming more defined I am becoming more beautiful and more alive.

I wanted to share these thoughts in a way to say it is part of the process sometimes for some of us to experience times when we want to withdraw and go within. It isn’t a bad thing nor does it mean you are being anti social or a hermit. It means you are expanding from within so you can have room to deal with comes from the outside in a new way, with love and the expanded awareness of your expanded consciousness. It may feel strange even a little weird and perhaps it is as you are now experiencing things from an unknown perspective. A new and changed perspective, as you are becoming anew you. When we were children experiencing things for the first time we at times felt awkward and strange I have that feeling often as I learn and implement the lessons of change in my life.
Change takes time to have a lasting effect, give yourself the time continue making the effort even if it feels like you slip sometimes you are becoming a new you. Be patient and give yourself the love and pats on the back you deserve. Doing things a new way, feeling different about things, seeing things in a different light is going to feel strange… Learning who you are from the inside is often quite a contrast to which you were taught to be from the outside. It is however quite worth the effort in the end there is no better gift for you and the world than you being you!
Thank you all for being beautiful you, your smiles and the love you share are making our world a better place for all we share it with.

Namaste 

Observing the observer…

The path of self discovery and self mastery is learning the art of observation. The observing of the observer is the ultimate state of being. To be at one with stillness in awareness is the awareness of observing the observer. I wonder what I will observe? Miracles!!!! As I observe myself and my reactions I am learning self mastery in being pro active.As I observe the observer I am learning to be master of myself. Meditation is the key to open the door it isn’t locked!
Have you meditated today?

Thank you for being you, you are awesome and beautiful, your love and the smiles you share are making our world a better place for all we share it with.


Just for fun.. Clarissa Part 2

I wanted to post something as it has been a few days since I posted last. I have been very busy writing although not posting on this blog. I thought it would be appropriate to share a little of what I have been working on. A short piece I had written just for fun, to step out of my box and try something different has become a fun project and is on it’s way to becoming a full manuscript. At a little over 25,000 words I have started the second part of the three that the book will be composed of. Here I chose to share the opening pages of the second part. I am also looking for a few adventurous souls that may like to read the first part and share some thoughts as far as story line and flow. It is a romance/mystery/fantasy/ kind of story a love triangle of sorts that spans centuries. In turn I will give you a signed copy of the book when it is published. Here it is part two….

Part 2 Clarissa

Jake woke up suddenly forgetting for a moment where he was, he thought he was dreaming, when he opened his eyes and saw the mountains surrounding him. The sun was just rising and the orange red clouds hiding the peaks of the mountains added to the dream like effect. It was almost surreal three days ago he was in New York City looking at the orange red clouds hiding the tops of the sky scrapers breathing in the exhaust of thousands of vehicles. He opened the door and headed for the restroom, he took a deep breath of the cool mountain air feeling its freshness in his lungs. He was at a rest stop in Colorado the sign said “no name” Jake that that was ironic as he wondered what his name was. He was sure for the last 44 years it was Jake, then he met Sandra 3 days ago, now he wasn’t so sure.
He heard the roar of the river as he walked from the restroom back to his “Betsy” when he noticed a trail that led towards the river from the parking lot. A sign that said scenic view with an arrow on it, was off to the right in front of him. He decided to take a walk down the trail to the scenic view spot. It was a short walk to an area with a couple of benches, a marker of sorts, really more of a plaque that described the view, along with some historical facts about the Colorado River. Jake thought he heard a voice, turning he found no one near, he shrugged his shoulders figuring it was the wind. He sat on one of the benches and for a moment closed his eyes.
Meditate he thought, he got himself comfortable and started chanting silently to himself O, Mmmm- O- Mmmm- O-Mmmm, as he relaxed he felt like he was floating in the breeze. The purple cloud appeared as it had last time, this time it was a brighter purple. After a moment it seemed to turn more of a burgundy as it did so, a white slowly turning ball appeared in the center as it spun it seemed to move closer. The spinning ball seemed to pick up momentum as it came closer, Jake could almost sense the current of the river was helping it spin faster. He could also see the cloud begin to spin slowly seeming to move with the mountain breeze spinning the opposite direction of the ball. The movement of the cloud and the ball gave him feeling of calm yet powerful peace odd thought Jake he did not equate power and peace that way before.
He was very relaxed when he heard a voice in the distance, at first he thought it was coming from behind him, then it became apparent that it was all around him. Actually it was within him, inside his head inside the burgundy cloud. As it spoke the cloud began to change, turning a golden color like the sun with white stars flittering about all over and through it. The white ball seemed to be right in front of him then he heard the voice say”The Guardians await, enter the library.
” Jake inquired loudly with his thoughts “What library, where?” in answer to his question the cloud transformed into a beautiful scene. A great building that resembled an ancient Roman hall appeared where the swirling ball had been the golden cloud was replaced with a stunning field of green grass embraced by a cloudless azure sky. The building constructed of marble columns holding up a massive roof that was covered with gray slate tiles a graceful set of granite stairs led up to the building . The stairs seemed to emerge right out of a Loden green pond that dominated the foreground.
Twelve columns graced the front of the building in front of each was a statue of a Spartan Warrior kneeling his shield in a defensive position his phalanx pointed outward as if he was ready to thrust it into an unseen enemy. The building was immense there were no walls, the inside seemed empty. Jake was in awe knowing this was the library wondering how he was to find it and get inside in the physical world he lived in. Perhaps Sandra would know or maybe that was where Clarissa was going to take him. He heard the voice again this time it seemed closer “The Guardians await.”
“Somebody is knocking at the door, somebody is ringing the bell” screamed out of the stillness breaking the silence of his meditation. Jakes phone was ringing loudly; he had turned up the volume before he fell asleep. He didn’t want to miss Sandra’s call, they had spoken often as Jake drove across the many miles between Pennsylvania and Colorado where he now was. He was getting close to the end of his journey to Ojo Amarillo, New Mexico where he was to meet Clarissa.
“Good Morning gorgeous, how are you doing this beautiful day” Jake said as he answered the phone and started to walk to his jeep.
“Well thank you Uaine” responded a voice Jake had not heard before “you always have had the gift, flattery will get you everywhere. You don’t need to charm me I am already yours and can’t wait to see you.”
“I think you might have the wrong number” said Jake obviously distracted. “Who is this?”

Thank you for taking the time to stop by, I hope you enjoyed your time and the excerpt from my latest project. I also want to say thank you for being “Beautiful you” you are awesome! Thank you for sharing you love and your smiles making our world a better place for all we share it with!


Meet My Friend Joe

Joe Bradshaw:

I am truly honored. Sometimes people share the biggest smiles!

Originally posted on Reflections On Reality:

Ever since I started down the path of personal growth and self-discovery, I’ve met some amazing people along the way. My fellow Ippies (Certified Infinite Possibilities Trainers) immediately come to mind, along with other folks who strive to make a difference in this world. Earlier this year I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Joe Bradshaw at a public reading for the DiverseCity Writing Series sponsored by Salt Lake Community College.

My friend Joe

My friend Joe

Joe is one of those guys who, once you start talking to him, makes an immediate impression. He has a calm, reassuring demeanor about him, and when he speaks, his words are measured and deliberate. He is as real and down to earth as you can get. He is an artist, a writer, a thinker, a coach, and an all-around renaissance kind of guy. Joe is totally laid back, but his easy-going personality hides a side…

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