Showing posts with label disserambling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disserambling. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

In the Right Path looking for the Wrong Thing


Welcome to the Dragon Cave. Sit by the fire and signal Sessin for a bag of marshmallows. I'll tell you a tale.
Once upon a time there was a toad called Loneliness. He lived in a pond by a waterfall.
   "I am sick," he confessed to the Moon, his only friend. "I'm leaving on a quest, for I want to find Love. I've heard it's a flower that grows in the desert. I've heard Love can work miracles. She will help me."
   "Don't leave." The Moon warned him as she followed her little friend. "The desert is too dry for you. The road is dangerous. Here you have everything a toad needs. "
   "Everything except the cure to my illness, that of my name. Life has lost its meaning to me. My friend, the Mole Oblivion, used to ease my hopeless days with his visits. But I've not seen him in months. I've heard Love is what I need. Don't try to stop me. I've made up my mind."
   "So be it, but allow me at least a piece of advice. Beware of the Owl Death. He stalks in the dark and he is ruthless."
   "I'll be careful." The toad made haste.
   "Also, keep your eyes wide open-"
   "Yes, yes." Loneliness leaped faster.
   "You may pass by your cure without recognizing it!" The Moon added but a cloud covered her and Loneliness didn't hear her.
   *
   He leaped his way through the fireflies meadow without problems. However, Owl Death stalked in the woods. The Moon tried to warn her friend by casting the owl's shadow. Loneliness hopped to hide but the Owl was quicker.
   "Please, let me go." Loneliness begged, struggling in Death's claw.
   The Owl laughed. "Why? Aren't you happy to see me? I know you, Loneliness. Your friend, the mole, told me everything about you."
   A chill crawled up the toad. "Do you know Oblivion?"
   "It was last winter. We had a chat before dinner. He said you were longing for me. And your timing is excellent. I'm tired of eating moles and mice. I know I will like you."
   "Let me go, I beg you. I wished for you, it's true. But I'm on a quest to the desert now. I'm looking for the flower named Love. At least, let me meet her. You can always have me later."
   The Owl's eyes darkened. "Love? You should let me eat you now and I will spare you a lot of trouble. If you meet Love, you may end up full of thorns Pain and thorns Sorrow."
   "You're wrong. She will cure me. Please let me go. Let me find Love before you eat me."
   Owl Death released him. "All right but don't say I didn't warn you. I know you will come back to me anyway."
*
  Loneliness reached the desert and found the flower he was looking for. She was standing straight and proud, facing the sky.
   "Are you the flower named Love?" he asked, stunned by her beauty.
   "Yes, but don't disturb me now."
   "Excuse me, if you would just-"
   "Hush! I'm waiting. Go away." The flower said without averting her attention from the sky.
   "Waiting? For what?"
   The flower snorted her impatience. "I am waiting for the clouds. They will bring rain upon me and together, we will turn the desert into a garden full of flowers like me."
   "A garden full of flowers like you? That would be wonderful!"
   "Exactly!" The joy in her voice was soon replaced by despise. "But clouds won't approach if you're here. You smell so bad. Go away."
   "I don't ask much of you. I just want you to cure me."
   "Cure you? Who are you anyway?"
   "I'm toad Loneliness and my illness is that of my name. If you would just look at me, I know I would be well again."
   "I am sorry but I can't divert my attention. The garden is more important than an ugly toad. I must wait for the rain. Go. I can't help you. Go!"
*
   Love's rejection sank Loneliness heart in a torment he had not known before. Blinded by tears, the toad made his way back.
   He crossed by a pond where the flower named Hope grew big and broad. But the toad's gaze was clouded and he passed by without recognizing her. The Moon called him but Loneliness' ears were deaf with his own laments.
   "Ah ha! You're back again, as I foretold!" Owl Death fell like an arrow and trapped the toad again in his claws but dropped it just as fast. "Yikes!"
   "Take me!" Loneliness cried. "Take me with you. Take me to where Oblivion is!"
   The Owl shook his head. "You are full of thorns Pain and thorns Sorrow. I won't eat you. You would taste to bitterness." He spread his wings and flew away.
   "NO!" the toad wailed. "Take me to Oblivion! Take me to Oblivion!"
***

Sometimes the things we want and the things we need are not the same. We all have desires and we spend most of our life looking to fulfill them. Often things don't work as we expect or as we want. Sometimes it feels like all doors close around us and we don't see a solution. But often, we can't see a solution because we are blinded by our pain and sorrow or we are waiting for the solutions we want, instead of those we need

I heard this story in my youth, precisely when I was playing dragon Loneliness, whose sickness was that of his name. I heard this tale from my mother, who heard it from her spiritual teacher. I don't know who the author is but this tale comes to my mind every time I feel all doors are closing around me; emotionally, financially or physically. Then, it is inevitable for me to think: I am missing a door, the door I need. 

Maybe I am in the right path, but I'm focused on the wrong goal. I might have lost what I wanted. I did not get what I wished for. But this story reminds me of the importance of not diving too deep in sorrow and frustration. 

When you get to feel all doors are closed, think of this tale. Remember if you give in to the impulse of hiding like a mole under the ground (seeking for Oblivion) you can miss the very thing you are needing. You will miss Hope, and most likely, the solution to your problem. 

Did you like the marshmallows? Next tale we'll have popcorn with Tabasco sauce, very hot.


 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

About Awards and Dragon's Purpose as Blogger



I think. Sometimes I think too much. Sorry for that. It's what I do best. Often it is the only thing I am doing. And in thinking I solve another riddle that helps me to get a clearer idea of my true nature and essence, for make no mistake: I *am* a riddle of riddles.

Not long ago I ran into a passionate comment in a friend’s blog. Its tone ruffled my scales although it didn't qualify as a troll. As a fire dragon, patience is not my strongest suit. However, as Father Dragon I know the rule is brain cells sparkle first. Spitting fire comes second.

A couple of misused adjectives turned my natural red more intense, but I found two points worth pondering.  One of them referred to the futility of awards given between bloggers. The other was along the lines of seeking true readers instead of “bargaining” for comments (i.e.  You comment on my site and in return I comment on yours.) Wrong market strategy, Anonymous stated, implying writers should aim for readers –potential consumers of his brand- not for other writers.

I was still “dissecting” these propositions when I read a post in another friend’s blog. He was giving his opinion on whether or not blogging was dying. And in between I read a golden piece of advice about answering to comments individually.

I am as new in the blogging world as they come. I am so NOT an authority in the matter that only six months ago I thought a blog was either a bloating ailment or some Facebook profile.  The Force guided my debut. I could only hope for the best. My goal was sharing and making contact. With whom? Whoever willing to believe in and talk to a dragon.

Three questions are the key of all Mother Dragon’s teachings. What do you want? Why do you want it? What do you want it for? These questions help me to unravel my thoughts and feelings about all these matters quite effectively. It’s thanks to them I got my final conclusions.

Sir David Powers King kindly chose me to receive the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. I am expected to say seven things about myself, so I have chosen these:

1. I value awards given between bloggers as much as any other award. Bloggers are both writers and readers. But first and foremost, they are people who are granting me (the worldwide unknown Al Diaz) a bit of their precious time to read what I have to say.  They value my words and thoughts above thousands of bloggers out there. The fact they don’t belong to the Pulitzer Board doesn’t make their opinion less honest or their time less valuable to me.

2. I care for page hits as much as I care for a gazillion followers in Twitter. Mostly when 99% of those persons won’t even respond to a single greeting. Don't take me wrong. It would be nice for a million people to read me but I honestly care for people, not numbers. I care for interaction and to get to know the hearts of those behind the words I read. If I am to spend so many hours in front of a screen, I am doing so in order to find the humanity on the other side, not just a page hit. That’s why….

3. I love to leave comments on people’s posts and I cherish their comments on mine. That’s interaction. I know people by bits and pieces but that’s the way I have come to meet some amazing folks. There are a few around here whose essences I’ve caught filtered in a few words. How could I not treasure such comments more than a hundred hits?

4. I answer comments individually, not to increase the count number but because I enjoy it. Some people like coffee with milk, some like it black. To me, answering comments individually is like looking at the person in the eye or shaking hands. It is a matter of preferences really, and I do prefer it this way for now. Forgive me if I break the rule.

5. I would love to have a world of fans like J.K. Rowling but my dragon friendly folks are a world to me. Yes, I write and yes, I’ve dreamed the “Harry Potter dream.” Who hasn’t? Yet, even though touching millions of lives while earning millions in royalties would not hurt me at all...

6. I would consider myself a successful writer if my words touch and inspire one single life. Regardless the format they come or if they were given for free. A life is a life and I know something about the value of words in a moment of dire need. Little matters whether they come from a Best Selling writer or from an elder with no more wealth than his wisdom. By the Higher Powers I do know about that.

7. If blogging is truly dying, I’ll stick around anyway for the C.P.R., the autopsy and the funeral. Maybe afterwards, I get to hang out with those who attend the funeral. We can tell stories to each other while eating marshmallows.

Now this is my choice of bloggers to get this award. 


Congratulations to them all! And Dragon hugs to all of you. Save them for tomorrow that's Valentine's Day. :)