#sidewalkghosts

“171 days at sea and still no sight of land,” the first mate says as the ship nears its last provisions. And even though the crew’s morale is low, the favoring currents and prevailing winds push the vessel on. Hope is, soon land will appear.

“Hey Richard, you are not a screenwriter, why the theatrics?”

I’m a visual thinker, and the ship at sea parable is the easiest way to express the emotion I face this evening after four hours of socializing with the world around me, and receiving zero interest from anyone to contribute to 365.

First a long drive, then a coffee-house visit, followed be more driving in seeking any form of inspiration. Even considered photographing my television set and calling it a stranger.

Yet, as my leg numbing drive arrives at its fullest height, a voice in my head points me back to a Ralphs Supermarket near my home.

“Why?” I mentally ask myself. “I’ve been there far too often, and usually am greeted with countless, ‘not interested’ responses.”

Gas is almost $5.00 a gallon and with the prospect of wasting way too much of it in aimless sailing, I succeed to my minds prompting and redirect my course to said Ralphs.

Now you have to picture the scene, it nights, the parking lot is dimly lit, an evening chill is setting in and there is this camera yielding dude stalking the parking lot. Would you stop to talk to him at 10:00pm while hurrying to get your weeks groceries? I’ll leave it at that.

Four rejections right off the bat; I’ve got only a few hours until the clock strikes twelve, and if it does, I’m painfully reset back to day one of 365. I’ve promised myself, and you, 365 consecutive days (with leap year, it’s even 366 days), and to miss one day is to blow the challenge.

Here I am, Sunday night, the streets are clearing and I’m starting to sweat bullets. I’m tired, stressed, miss my family, and really do want to respect the boundaries of what I assume is everyone’s desire to end their week.

I’m now bouncing from decline to decline; yet, as moved forward by my earlier mentioned emotional reference of the land seeking ship at sea, I sail forward.

It’s a difficult thing to keep morale up, but with the mission of 365 anchoring me, I cannot allow myself to scuttle the ship.

With a polite smile on his face, another unknown gentleman turns me down, “not tonight.”

No more counting Richard, just start asking everyone, I submit to whatever happens, happens, and at that moment, I turn to my right, seeing a very beautiful and healthy lady, packing a few bags of groceries into her car.

Yea, this is going to work, creepy dude with camera, single lady, at night, in a parking lot. Looks more like abduction to me. But, I’m trashed from the last four hours of wandering, and with a shaking voice, I approach her.

“Hello, My name is Richard, I’m a photographer, and I promise I’m not a creep. I live just around the corner, have a daughter, a wife and am working on a documentary project.”

I tell her, of how long I’ve been wandering this evening, and promise her I am not trying to guilt her into contributing. “I thought I’d just humble up and tell you what is going on with my project tonight,” I emote.

Krista is her name, and how wonderful she is. Without pause, she launches into a set of concerns that are magnificently in tune with the topics of the week; namely, the environment, free will and the perversions of political and corporate greed.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Krista starts, “I’m not bagging on religion, politics, or any right-wing agendas, but I am not happy with what is going on and suggest that everyone take a good look at what, and who they endorse or support.”

Krista is hailing on us all to be aware of the consequences resulting from the decisions of large money mongers, and requests that we take that into account in gauging our actions towards whom we support and how responsible we are in living our lives.

“What is sad,” she tells us with a resolve to her concern, “there is too much money at stake in large companies and political agendas, and yes, it is hard to compete with that… but we all need to do what we can.”

“Like what?”  I ask.

“Don’t get me started.” Krista responds as she jumps into a couple of grand topics, the environment and the FDA.

“Organic food, that such a joke, sure big corporate greed calls it organic Chicken, because they inject it with no hormones. But what the don’t say is what they feed to the Chickens. And what they feed to them is definitely not organic. So in the end, we are still eating food with hormones and chemicals in it.” Krista informs.

“And the chemicals we absorb? The FDA approves Aspartame as a sweetener and we eat it in things we don’t even realize contain it. It’s messing up our seed. I’m not talking about things like worrying about Cancer, it’s beyond Cancer, it’s all the hormones we are all-consuming. I am concerned about the future; the stuff that is going into our bodies is going to mutate us. I’m scared for how the kids of tomorrow will turn out.”

As we talk an SUV pulls in, “That’s my friend, I’m meeting him here for a few minute of business, I’m sure he has a lot to say,” Krista lets me know.

He pulls into the slip next to where we are parked and as he exits his truck, Krista introduces us, “Andy, want to answer a few questions for a blog this guy is doing?”

Without hesitation, Andy is in.

“Tell Andy the questions?” Krista asks.

In replying to advice for the world, Andy shares a point of view, “Organized religion will continue to keep the world in strife, and will eventually be the reason for our demise.”

An atomic bomb of an opening statement, but one that leads to a great conversation regarding the free will of man.

Andy seeds the conversation, “People believe in their families and their beliefs. That is a hard wall to get past.

Look at history, wars, genocide, whether tribal beliefs or cultural differences, it all ties into the retributions of political systems.

At one point I was OK with saying, do what you are going to do, but now I can’t say that anymore. It all affects us now.”

I express that I am active in an organized religion, and propose a counterpoint. One in which we see eye-to-eye. What I propose is a discussion on hypocrisy in posing a question, “Is it wholly the religion, or the acts of the men committing atrocities in the name of religion?”

We talk about this point for a while. Andy is open in his beliefs, “I’m an Agnostic Jew,” he shares. I totally respect his courage as we talk of the unity of man in respecting each other, regardless of religion.

“Corruption is corruption, and in the end I will always stand on the side that shows the most humility and throws the least blame.” I express the Andy.

We nod in agreement on this point. After a long evening of searching, I know why I end up only steps from my home, to have this discussion with Krista and Andy.

Both are evangelists for the freedom of mankind and spokespeople for the betterment of the planet.

My opinion, in the end regardless of faith, orientation, gender or creed, one aspect is universal, we need to look at each other as fellow humans and drop the focus on judging personal beliefs in growing to allow all to worship as they see fit, and to fight to facilitate that freedom.

In fairness to myself, I can’t say organized religion will continue to keep the world in strife, but I can warn that if followed without humility and true love for one another, it probably will be a part in our demise.

Andy states, “At one point I was OK with saying, do what you are going to do, but now I can’t say that anymore. It all affects us now.”

I understand Andy’s worry. It is based upon history, and the results of many a hypocrite. But leaning towards the silver lining of hope, may there come a time when, in our circle of influence, we can at least safely say, “Do as you believe.”

Perhaps then, we can get the critical masses to address other issues, like the planet, humanity and a peaceful future.

I know, “Richard, you are a hopeless optimist!”

I can live with that label, and humbly pass it on in sincerely wishing for others to adopt it. As hard a label as it is to tote, at the end of the day, and perhaps with the right momentum and perspective, we can all do our parts in influencing those around us to carry good works forward. We all have hope buried within. My wish is that we all find it. Good things do come from the smallest of gestures and I will not cease in my claim, the power of one is remarkable.

Krista, Andy, thank you both for your perspectives.

Pet lovers of the world unite in saying hello to Captain Morgan, the leader of today’s 365 brigade.

My daughter and I come across he and his human life guides, Diane and John, as we are enjoying an afternoon bike ride. I know, another tribute to the weather of California, February and it feels like spring. Well, you probably don’t have to worry about earthquakes or strange politics. So we all have our pros and cons in where we live, I guess.

My daughter is cute and one of the biggest 365 fans. And with that, I must accept her suggestions when it comes to meeting friends. Here we are, whipping around the neighborhood in two-wheeled bliss, when upon the audible call of the infamous Captain Morgan, my daughter say, “Dad! We have to talk to them.”

I oblige. “Hello, please forgive me if I am interrupting your walk, but my daughter told me I need to talk to you,” I say as I introduce ourselves in explaining 365.

Sort of feels like a vintage moment, a flashback to eras past. Times where neighbors rallied together on a daily basis, socializing on the street or yard side in bonding to happily know the people in the house next door.

Shamefully I have to admit, ten years in my home and I am only just now beginning to meet the people living in my neighborhood. Another partial motivator to our daily bike rides. Both my kid and I have learned to give our greeting to all that we pass, and it’s been incredible getting to know those I live close to on a new level.

I’m blown away at how much diversity there can be in the smallest of areas, and through getting to know my neighbors, I encourage you to do the same. I promise you will not regret the effort.

And as it turns out, my daughter is very inspired in asking me to approach, Diana, John and, of course, Captain Morgan.

We let Mr. Morgan go first in relieving himself of his barking, after all, he is the Captain, and upon his approving sniff, are granted audience with his entourage, the smiling and wonderfully warm-hearted Diane and John.

They speak as one, another sign of the warmth of their character and love for one another. Neither step on the others words and with charm, and well-synched responses, they listen and support each other with the greatest of peace. And in the fast paced culture of today, it is encouraging to be sharing time with a couple that is definitely on the same page in enjoying simple time together.

Diane urges us to smile for no reason. “Pay it forward,” she instructs, and looking at John she becomes a spokesperson, “We’d like to a world and a future where people are more community oriented instead of so individualistic.”

The Captain obviously agrees as he cheers out to a passing cat.

I find out that Diane and John share a common vocation; both are schoolteachers. And through this, it becomes apparent they are putting their priorities into action.

In expressing their wishes for us, “Give kids lot of hugs and enjoy them as kids… And always… family is first,” Diane say, accompanied again by John’s engaged expression of agreement.

John takes his turn, “I’d like to see a day when more people are being honest. So many people hide things. If we would learn to listen to each other, and have a sense of humor about life, not taking things too seriously, we would probably look at each other in a different way. And hopefully learn to trust, but we need to a least be able to laugh.”

“It would also be great to see a throwback in time, with less technology in our daily lives,” John states in advancing his outlook on the future.

Now I’ve lost count, how many times have we heard this?

Don’t take he or I wrong. We both agree that there is a place, and time, for the greatness of the technology we have. The point is, as we have heard in the ongoing caution we keep hearing from many of our 365 friends: We need to focus on creating a balanced life.

And how do we achieve this balance. That’s a personal question for us all to reflect upon. But to reinforce this reflection, Diane reveals a few pointers through her outlook towards the children of this new tech absorbed generation. “We need to spend more time playing outside, getting active, using our hands and creativity. You know, picking up a stick or a rock, and just going to town.”

I’m sure this idea hits us all at a deep down core level. I’m 50 and am again embracing my childhood self. And you know what? Life is somehow lightening up; while at the same time my adult self in growing in focus and purpose.

Work is still moving forward, family fun and issues are still occurring, and my aches are still here. But who cares, I’m breathing, growing and cohabitating in this planet the best I can.

Some days I am successful and on others I fail miserably. A fact of life we are all subject to, and a fact that if viewed with the correct glasses, is actually the fruit of life.

“Pick up a stick or a rock, and just go to town,” Diane instructs.

“It would also be great to see a throwback in time, with less technology in our daily lives,” John dreams.

Each reasons for consideration in aiding us to open our eyes in deciding how we will address each day of our temporal existence.

May we consider the eyes of the child, looking upon one another with accepting eyes and trusting hearts. Or at least instill these virtues, with a dose of discernment, to the emerging generation of our future leaders.

Diane, talks of hugs… and enjoying kids as kid… and always… family is first,”

In her words I see an outline of actions. First, teach our children, and ourselves, compassion, honesty and an educated outlook towards both the good and bad of the world (the key to discernment); and secondly, to drop guile, judgments and prejudices in reaching out.

Diane prompts us, “A world where people are helping each other, like cleaning a yard, going out and doing some type of random act of kindness. It would be great if that became the norm.”

With a smile, Diane shares a joke, but there is relevance in her humor. “Use your turn signals,” she laughs.

It’s funny how many of our 365 friends have cited avoiding road rage as an example of compassion toward mankind. Helps us to ask this question, “What other small acts can we do each day?”

Diane, John and Captain Morgan, a pleasure spending sidewalk time together. And leaning on Diane’s opening council, may we all, “Pay It Forward!”

Being a right/left brain conflicted person, I have learned to live a life dedicated to exploration. And as a byproduct, have grown to respect the life expanding gifts of our intellectual and spiritual selves, a possible a motivator to my career path and my absolute intrigue with humanity.

Biologically, we are made up of similar DNA, and obviously the physical and psychological sciences have tried their best to find methods of classifying the individual. Yet, even with the lengthiest studies, several answers are still unattainable: Finding a definition of the ultimate truth as well as the ability to foresee the development and ultimate ability of an individual.

Webster’s defines truth as, “A transcendent fundamental or spiritual reality”

“Truth?” The basis of a global quest, and the genesis to a search that leads all of us on our own personal treks in this, the human experience. A voyage that is ever-changing and each day brings a unique mix of difficulties, disillusionments, fantasies found and dreams won.

As predictable as science works to make it, there is really only one constant we can wholly embrace in seeking the ultimate answer, “We all have our agency and the ultimate truth is different for us all.”

With this, that transcendent fundamental or spiritual reality Webster’s defines becomes an extremely personal consideration.

Enter Eric, established sports trainer and graduate student of Philosophy.

In addressing us, Eric speaks of truth, “Be very leery and cautions around people who claim to have the truth.

Truth is a mental construct… one that we are continually trying to construct.

Ultimately, it is different for us all, but bottom line, we are all seeking an understanding of our origins (where we are from), our purpose (why we are here) and our fate (where we are going). This is what makes us uniquely human and able to think rationally and creatively.”

Eric is a captivating, and sitting in the office of his training studio, we embark in a philosophical discussion regarding his points on the nature of truth.

We question the sources of truth and ponder methods of finding it. From our discussion, Eric interjects a set on wisdoms:

On acceptance:
“Some think more creatively and some think more rationally, but for everyone, the truth can be either known or unknown, and we need to accept that we are all in different phases of our journey, and how we each view truth is very personal.”

On perception:
“The greatest threat we face is illiteracy disguised as thoughtfulness.

On knowledge:
“Lack of education creates our own dogma. We need to learn to think beyond our own boundaries and to question more… then more… and even more.”

On compassion:
“Our kids have to know that they are loved and safe. And with this foundation, they can have a healthy self-perspective and a base in growing to be a human being that is able to contribute to society.”

On humanity:
“I’d like to see us evolve as one global community as to what we seek, who and what we honor and how we love.”

On the future:
“I’d like to know that my kids will be in a world where they can feel loved and secure.”

“We need to be able to live in the moment,” Eric charges, a claim that we have heard by many. However, he takes it to a different level in steering the thought away from himself.

“Can you elaborate on living in the moment?” I ask.

Eric’s answer, “One person at a time.”

“Chin Up And Eyes Open To The World,” the action point that has become a fundamental in our 365 purpose, and in Eric’s five words, one person at a time, he has called us to our best.

“Life and finding real truth is a process,” Eric voices.

“And to find it we must search and not blindly follow the first perceived cornel of truth.”

As for me, one thing I know is constant, human is a fascinating species, and their truth is in all of us.

Eric, keep seeking, and may we all get outside ourselves, one person at a time.

My friend, you have inspired us all!

Many say it is a small world, and with the advancement of streaming technology and the instant chatting readily offered to us in the online social realms, our world is getting even smaller. And as we have explored throughout our 365 chronicles, the digital age has connected, and that is not necessarily a bad thing.

Yet at times, as we sit in our spheres of high-tech isolation, we overlook the physical mysteries of attraction and cease to pursue the resulting connections. In some fantastic way 365 is teaching us to look beyond our keypads and racing texting fingers, pushing us to think past our modern habits and to lean on the nostalgia of prioritizing real face-to-face interaction.

Technology is a wonderful thing; it is here to stay and is gaining hold of in our lives at an astounding pace. No stone is void of its impact, from medical to environmental and beyond it has the capability of either edifying us or warning us. Edified through the availability of easily accessible information and voyeuristically safe communication, and warned that we must be aware that we are at risk of creating a world where we are mostly virtually connected and at risk of loosing that which makes us powerfully symbiotic, that being the sensory experience of interacting with humanity in the flesh.

And here is what I am finding out, the physical world has a way of creating its own web, a tangible set of measurable connections that if we allow, guides us all together in surprisingly uncanny ways.

I’m sure you have all had those, “I can’t believe I’ve run into you” experiences. There very strange and unexplainable, maybe it’s a deja vu moment, an unexpected meeting or re-union, but whatever it is, may I propose a deep thought, what if it they are more than coincidence?

Perhaps there are scientific or natural laws of attraction? We’ve heard a few perspectives regarding the topic during our 365 travels, and I’m positive we’ll hear more as we proceed. But lately the premise of attraction has been smacking at me at an advancing pace.

Yeh, I’ve already encountered a few bazaar encounters, like my Hawaii friend Nathan’s link to his cousin who I California interviewed only a week earlier, or the closure between my sister and her first boyfriend (he even lived several homes from my Las Vegas childhood address when I was 8. Ron is his name and after 40 years of curiosity and through a prompting I received to visit his antique store, they both received closure. Or how about as I interviewed our friend of day 156, my running into friend of day thirty-three, over forty miles from where he and I met 123 days prior.

Feasibly, I may just be entertaining a romantic notion, but what if there is a glimmer of truth to this law of attraction? Could there be a physical manifestation of attracted interaction? Or a subconscious and unseen reason facilitating the interactions we find ourselves involved in? A greater reason for life encounters? Possible? But in the end, I don’t know? I’ll tell you what though; I’m at least willing to consider the possibility.

Enter today’s friend, Luigi, a man I run into through a set of connection with 365 friends. I’m walking home from lunch and while doing so run into Alishia, my friend of way back, day three to be exact. We chat for a few minutes, when as we are talking, she receives a call to return home to meet her friends. Now she live blocks from my home, and in my stroll, I again come across Alishia. The friend she is meeting, Hector (actually her cousin). If you don’t remember, Hector is the manager of Follow Your Heart, the man who Corinne (Day 144) referred me to.

With Hector is Luigi, friend of Roberto (the man Hector helped me interview on day 157). And Luigi is about to become friends with us all. What is even more interesting – he is extremely empowered with a shared mission of his own, a mission that is absolutely in tandem with that of 365.

Is this meeting inspired or not? Again, I don’t know, but what if it is? We have to allow consideration, that conceivably, it could be evidence of some type to an invisible magnetic web which possesses real influence to direct us together in a tapestry of connections? And if it does exist, can we learn to listen to it, using it as a tool in linking humanity? An interesting premise, don’t you think?

Luigi is prepping for a bike ride with his friends, and as he prepares we have a casual conversation. Luigi’s personality is a balanced blend of mellow manners and passionate intellect. He holds no punches in his passion for a healthy society and in beginning our interview advises, “Try to unite as best with everybody, we are all one and we are all unique.”

As I mentioned, Luigi is in perfect alignment with the 365 out-reach.

He pauses from his bike prep and looking me right in the eyes, he carries on, “That’s the truth and deep down everybody knows it, but they forget and start doing things that are not supposed to be done. They loose touch.”

The future? Luigi is hopeful, “I know we are going towards a positive change, where everybody will be sharing more, and being able to bypass all the differences.

2012 is here, and it is supposed to be some kind of awakening. Look at all that is happening, disease, pollution and all kinds of terrible things. We have to change. It is obvious that people need to unite as soon as we can.

We need to find out what this earth is about, and need to stop procrastinating in the process of sharing and union. We need to help each other, to respect the planet and to find ways of technology for good,” Luigi platforms.

As he departs for his bike ride, Luigi backs his optimistic prediction with a dose of accountability, “Look at what all the greed of the earth has created. Too many look at self-interest and not the benefits of the sharing process, and money is not happiness.”

The volume is deafening, but there is no pain of hearing. Pulsating rhythm pounds the atmosphere and the energy of the scene is infectious.

Gathered is an eclectic community of CEO’s, artists, blue-collar, white-collar, doctors, parents, teens, kids, sick, poor, healthy, rich, disabled, lost and found. All engaged in one united purpose, to escape their analytical selves.

Time has stopped and I find myself part in an experience that is nothing short of supernatural; an immense gathering of diversity, talents and life experience all bound in expressing the gift of music, and all void of any political banter, religious pronouncements or any kind of class distinction.

There is no judgment, insecurity or comparison present, and in the words of Remo Belli, host of the drum circle I find myself, and my family, participating in, “A collection of artistic talent demonstrating the unlimited possibilities in all to be able to express ourselves in ways other than the spoken word.”

Driving us is Arthur, his compassion and rhythmic talent is glorious. One can’t help to be drawn in by his vitality. They call him a facilitator, but I view him as a magician of humanity. In a remarkable way, he has captured us all, and he, in combination to our release of internal-self, has directed us towards a union that is absolutely inescapable – Magical!

Arthur is brilliant, yet with the responsibility of his commitment to our conclave of harmonious individuality, I am not able to interview him, but to not mention his contribution to the evening would be a great disservice.

He must be given tribute as a confirmer of the 365 message regarding the power of one. I’m honored to be in the presence of Arthur in witnessing first hand the ability of one in connecting humanity. And to his credit, as well as for our edification, Arthur proves that we all have talents hidden within.

I’m not talking of musical skills; I’m talking of overcoming the obstacle of outlook. Sure he is a trained musician of powerful ability, but in todays drum circle, we all have pushed ourselves to discover a deeper conscientious. One that has freed us all to look at one another with open eyes, looking beyond the influences of external impression, and for this purpose he travels the world in bringing people together through the gift of rhythm.

Yet Arthur is one in the company, meet John, another facilitator who is participating in the evening’s magic. John is not the lead of the circle and takes time to speak with us.

“Do your best to live in the present,” John advises.

An attitude that perhaps many of us prescribe to, yet John spins it in a particularly interesting way by not pointing it toward himself, “I’d like to see a place where people overcome the empathy barrier, and a world that is focused on living more like a community.”

In expanding on this idea, John gives us a proposed method to its fulfillment, “Trust in God, but teach your camel first. Meaning listen to yourself and be courageous enough to trust and to listen, but also keep a healthy balance of skepticism.”

And to do so, John imparts a life tip to us, “Respect your intuition as to who people are, and once you receive it, act on it.”

John radiates acceptance, something that I personally experienced trough his humor and desire to uplift others. A point that shows itself when upon inviting him contribute to 365 he says, “Yeh, I’ll do it, but first you go play the drums for a while, I’m here until the end. Go have time with your family, we can talk later.”

John is a “what can I do to make your life better?” kind of guy, and in his seemingly small gesture, he looked beyond himself, and unknowingly blessed my family with a much needed unforgettable memory. (John, much appreciated, my friend).

All around the Remo facility are affirmations to unity, Celebrate Family on the East wall, Art Beat for Humanity of the South wall, and the flags of the world fly everywhere overhead.

Sure, Remo is in the business of selling drums, has an overhead and I’m certain is aware enough to respect the P&L’s, but signs tell me that this is a company built on values, rather than profit alone.

And as a result, Remo is positioned as a leading brand in a very competitive industry. Makes one think twice about the culture of industry.

The night is not over and I get the opportunity to meet another Remo friend, manager Mike.

The drum circle has concluded, and time is short, with Mike needing to answer questions from the many others who are attending the event. Still he finds time to graciously speak with us.

“I’d like to see us all grow up to an acceptance of diversity,” Mike starts.

Are you beginning to see a theme…? I am.

Remo Belli talks of the unlimited possibilities in all of us to be able to express ourselves in ways other than the spoken word.

A wonderful statement that so supports Johns point of overcoming the empathy barrier and in carving a path to the future he dream of, a world focused on living more like a community.

Mike anchors his opening comment with realistic words of maturity, “I’d also like to see healthy conflict. We can’t avoid it, but we can learn to work it out,” council that we are hearing for the first time.

We’ve talked often of dreams, positive outlooks, dropping judgment and of acceptance, but we have not addressed conflict, although we have touched on it through a few of our dialogues with a several of our 365 friends.

But Mike lays it out as it is (thanks for bringing this to our attention).

We talk of resolve and of commitment to follow through on situations that many would turn their backs to. The point, if it is worth discussing, don’t let it drop. If we do, we may be loosing out on the opportunity for personal growth, or better yet, strengthening a relationship by working out core issues. Too many of us view conflict as something to completely avoid, something that is impossible to do.

And in Mike’s concept of “healthy conflict,” he empowers us with the permission to work it out.

This has been an enlightening day, in life, in business and in 365. Upon my arrival to Remo this evening I was fatigued, and thanks to all in attendance, I pleased to say, “I leave uplifted.”

We really are in this thing together. There must have been over one hundred in the drum circle tonight. I don’t know all of their stories, but one thing I know is absolute, we are all heading home united.

And if the experience of living can be compared to the unity absorbed this evening, then I can only state one thing, “I want to bang on the drum all day.”

“Hello” – quite a basic word and one that has been the genesis to countless amazing conversations I’ve had throughout the life of 365. It’s a salutation, as low-key as it is, that has propelled us to amazing interactions with the world during the last four months. And I take this as an acknowledgement in encouraging us in our 365 charge, “Chins up and eyes open to the people around us.”

This charge alone has changed my life, as well as my outlook of everyone I pass each and every day.

“Hello” has become second nature to me now, and I have learned to accept whatever is returned to my gesture. I will not disillusion us, much of society is skeptical and justifiably so. There are more scams on the street than I can name. And with intrusive solicitors knocking on our doors and phoning as if they have privilege to interrupt our precious time, it is completely understandable for the need of a protective street shell.Yet this shell can also be our greatest nemesis, isolating ourselves from the opportunity to broaden our scope in appreciating the people around us.

“Hello” – what’s the harm in sharing it? And if said with it sincerity its results can be pretty astounding. The key is to expect nothing in return, and to not compose any pre-conceptions of those you are acknowledging.

Just throw it out, to anybody, anywhere, anytime; some may smile back, others shiver nervously at its gesture, and if you are lucky, some may slow in acceptance to further conversation (and how cool is that). But at the end of the day what really matters is the seed you planted, and I’m sure that your gesture makes a deeper impact than you realize. This is a fact that after interfacing with at least five hundred strangers since the inception of 365, I have come to know.

I say regularly, “I am not directing 365, it is directing me.”

And through your readership, and I hope your acts, we are all-embracing the power of “hello,” adapting it into our every day living. Its impact is powerful and its ability to heal many a weary person and to unite humanity is remarkable.

So here is a gift to you, translations for “hello,” http://www.ipl.org/div/hello. Use them as you may and I’m sure that many of us would love to hear your stories of reaching out to the world with your “hellos.” So please feel free to comment your experiences. Remember, “We are in this thing together.”

Most of my day today has been confined to my desk in completing business agendas. And when 8:00pm rolls around, its time for me to steal a break in running off to Starbuck’s for a soothing herbal tea.

Starbuck’s, you owe me a cent of two for the plugging of your stores, but I can’t help returning there; the free WiFi is so convenient and the cake counter is my refuge (Don’t tell my wife, she has me on a diet). (Wow – things you learn about while proofreading – TR)

The place is fairly busy, with many curled up into their own homesteaded table, ear-phoned and eyes glued to the laptops. I appreciate everyone’s privacy, and deem it extremely creepy to start talking to a person who is obviously doing all they can to escape from the humanity that surrounds them.

My take, it’s explainable for those who are studying or deep into business matters, but to see those, who by choice, decide to isolate from the experience of society is a sad thing to witness.

So I just nod and smile, some smile back, some wiggle focus back to their space, but no one attacks me, it’s not like I’m holstering an Uzi. And if they think I’m a prowler, deviant or social misfit, at least and I can sleep knowing that I’m probably a topic for entertainment in telling their friends, “What was with the scary smiling dude at Starbuck’s?”

As I mentioned, the place is fairly busy, and with all tables filled with, I’m in my space citizens, I recline to the patio where I throw a “hello” to a fascinating gentleman, and to my honor, a man that I can now call friend. Who is this chap? Say “hello” to investor, husband, father, spiritual giant and poet, Gordon.

Over hot beverages we talk for around an hour, covering topics ranging from religion and spirituality, to business and politics to family life, society and its future.

Gordon has seen a lot in his life, and is a captivating conversationalist. A highly educated and successful investor, he lives bi-coastal and has a deep understanding of the world and the issues we all are subject to.

Our conversation is high paced and I find it impossible to accurately take note to all we talk of. But there is one through-line to our discussion, “I don’t believe in specific miracles, the way I see it, ‘Just being here is a miracle in itself.’” Gordon shares.

We talk about the experience of life, and sharing where we both are at in life compared to the lessons to be learned in all that we do, difficult times to the best of moments.

I’ve lately been creating another philosophy, it disputes the “grass is greener on the other side” theory.

My philosophy? “The grass on the other side is just grass.” Meaning, we are not walking in the other’s shoes, so to draw any conclusion is unjust. I was taking to a friend in the medical profession the other day, and we addressed this point with his observation of seeing many of his so-called successful and rich, colleagues deep in unhappy and unfulfilled lives.

That contrasted with the experiences shared with me from another one of my friends upon his return from South America. “I spent time in a very poor village, and everyone was happy and content with life. There was love, laughter and peace.”

The grass is the same grass, no need to compare and, as Gordon proclaims, “Just being here is a miracle in itself.”

Leaves us a few points for consideration in examining this question, “Do we accept our daily miracles, or do we live by comparison and regret for what we don’t have?”

Perhaps we are created that we may have joy: Gordon’s suggested miracle of life.

The evening is getting late, 10:00pm, and in departing Gordon recites one of his poems for us. It’s titled, “That Rose There,” and goes like this:

My yesterday the rose was gone all that remained a vine of thorn.

But today a new bud was there and the prickly vine is no longer bare.

Amidst the branches of broken sticks, the climbing rose had made its fix

Although its flowers quickly died more colors burst from buds that hide

Because the tree of life grows the same way, twenty-two branches from each day and as those days are completely done, they fade into tomorrow’s sun.

Bursting as proud as light once there, touching the hearts that we’ve grown to share.

Just as the sun sets in the West, morning comes to another crest.

You leave this life to go somewhere and you bring that new rose there.

©2012 Gordon R. Hummel

Gordon, a pleasure sharing a cuppa with you. See you at Starbuck’s.

“We support our troops,” a banner that points my attention to a group of men displaying and waving a tribute of flags as I drive past the corner of Topanga Canyon and Victory.

Auto horns are blasting, vocally backed by cheers and whistles calling out from my fellow road travelers.

A few minimal traffic violations and car accelerating g-forces later, I find myself engaged in conversation with one of three honorable veterans of service to the country, one even a participant in the battles of Normandy Beach, all of whom spend countless hours of self-funded time in getting one direct message out, “Support our troops.”

Asking for no monetary compensation, donations or personal acknowledgement of any kind, they are proudly engaged in purpose, to honor the men and women who valiantly risk life and limb in the fight for freedom, a message that deserves the greatest of respect.

Richard is the spokesman to the troop of three and speaks of honesty, consistency and the power of the individual, “You don’t owe anybody anything, except being true to your conscience.”

He points this comment in advising us to be courageous in listing to the dictates of our own mind, heart and inspiration. Richard stands strong in his belief of the person, and gives us permission to own our decisions, suggesting that we look beyond popular census or trend.

“You owe your commitment to anything you believe in. Causes go away, politicians go to jail, promoters go onto the next thing and all your left with is how you feel about what you did,” Richard platforms.

“You have no control whether anybody else in this world lets you down. The only person you can control is yourself.”

“No-one can guarantee wisdom, but anyone can choose honesty.”

Adapting its theme, Richard references from the most obscure examples, “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, “If you can’t be excellent, be the best you can.”

Be the best you can? Possibly a behind the mind look at the commitment of Richard and his other patriots in committing time and dollar to the support of our troops.

Richard is a spokesman for human rights. He holds no contempt towards any population or human being. Rather his outlook steers away from mass opinion and leans refreshingly towards a passion for the rights of the person; the only thing he pushes is that we act in accordance to our own free choice, and to campaign for the freedom of the individual.

He sums up his council in breaking down his wishes for the future:

1 Year – “Get through this year with no more anger and hatred.”

5 Years – “Realize there are more important things than faction and short-term political objectives.”

15 years – First with a smile, “Happy to be here,” then on to his real advice, “I’d like to see the opportunities that we have in this country spread around the world.”

Richard is an evangelist for the strength of personal choice, yet he is realistic in his charge, “You can’t make everybody happy, force them to act like free people, can’t think for them in making them wealthy. I’d just like to see everybody at least have the opportunity to achieve these things.”

May we all have the courage to act in accordance to our agency, and to move forward in contributing honestly to the world; and as suggested by Richard, “If you can’t be excellent, be the best you can.”

“We must all allow for everything. Every presence, every influence, so that we are allowed to be who we are and what we are, naturally, and be true to ourselves. By allowing for everything you are having a form of compromise, however small or large, it is a form of change. And what I would want for the world going forward is that we all allow for change, true change. We all united together and take that first step and change everything together, all a once.”

Words shared with us today by Jackson, friend of Sue, both of whom I meet at a farmer’s market this morning. Most of my time is spent speaking with Jackson who started our discussion with the above words. He talks of compromise, but it is not the compromise that many would associate with that word. Jackson uses the word as a call to unity in directing us to be adaptable. When he speaks of compromise he is speaking of humility, understanding, and the ability to listen to one another in achieving one common goal, task, or better yet, dream for the future.

Jackson and I share our histories and I find out that twelve months ago the company to which he had dedicated many years had laid him off due to cutting back their work force.  A story that many of us have shared, or we know people who are going through similar experiences. Jackson looked at this chapter of his life with meaning and even though difficult to go through, is thankful for no longer working in the culture he was working in.

He speaks of allowing for the fact that everything has a place and it has helped him to develop his understanding of compromise. And when he speaks of compromise, he talks of it as an empowering tool, as he expressed to us earlier, “No matter how large or how small it is, it is still a form of change.”

I can tell by Jackson’s attitude that he is where he wants and needs to be, and speaking with him is a testament to his positive outlook.

Sue contributes with an equally positive view of the world. “I believe in people’s honesty, and in the Golden Rule. I’ve learned through my life, when you give, you get (Mitzvah).”

So why are Sue and Jackson at this farmer’s market?  The only answer I have for that is Mitzvah. They are here, seeking not to sell products but, to promote what they both feel is of the highest importance – taking care of our planet.

The reason I am standing here talking to them is at first, gratitude for the beautiful violets they have given to my daughter and her friend; the same potted violets they have been giving out all morning to every passerby who stops to share time with them. As we start to talk I just felt it was the right thing to do to include them in 365.

Jackson tells me of his concerns for the planet, “We have to clean up our own mess; we are dirtying it up faster than we can clean it up.”

He tells me of a situation where he came across a limestone construct that filtered the air. From that we question what the government is appropriating their resources for. In looking at where money gets spent, why can’t we allow more budget to support environmentally positive concepts?

“It doesn’t make sense;” he says, “every little change we can do makes a difference. We found spoons made out of cornstarch. They are completely disposable and completely biodegradable. The Government subsidizes the farmers who grow corn, makes sense that somehow they could come together to mainstream products like this.”

 “I’m bringing back a lost art – organic growing,” Sue tells us. This is their reason for giving their gift of flowers for all who pass by. It is a token to foster recipients to think about their daily impact on the environment. Every violet that is leaving their table has been completely organically grown, from seed, to water, to soil… even what it is packaged in, all with zero negative impact to the planet. Again, Mitzvah!

My experience with them reminds me of my talk with Bronwyn, Treat The Planet Right several months ago when she challenged us:“If we are going to change, we have to do more, get involved, and educate ourselves. It is amazing how little knowledge our current people know about the environmental impact of industry and population.”

In honoring Bronwyn’s statement, it is great to see people who are championing the same cause.

May we all find our own ways of compromising for a healthier planet.

At an unidentified hospital, an unidentified man, undergoes an unidentified invasive procedure. There is no emergency, no ambulance and no remorseful tears.

He is a good man, and I am proud to call him friend. With this he has asked me to pick him up, and with my wife included we make a plan for the return of his sports car from said hospital. You see… my friend does not want to overburden anyone, so he chose to drive himself one way… got to love his conscientious!

And being a self-respecting friend, it would be a sin to even consider allowing him to drive himself home, bearing after operation pain and groggery. He debates with me regarding the need of my service, but I win the argument, “There is no way you are driving home! I’m good… Shut up and enjoy your pre-opp, see you at the end of the day.”

Even turns out to be blessing in a way. I’m sure you’ll laugh at this reveal of my life. Our life is crazy busy, and three hours of traffic confinement becomes a dating road trip for my wife and I. “Boy Richard, you’re living in the fast lane, aren’t you buddy?”

We arrive at the hospital to find my friend recovering, woozy and well taken care of. And even in his wobbly condition, he remains focused in his ability to reach out in putting others before himself. I wish I could reveal his name, but he has asked me for anonymity, but I’ll tell you this, he is a banner to the purposes and challenges of 365.

My wife and I arrive to the reception area, and upon our checking in, appears our wheel-chaired buddy. Touting a loose smile he greets us with this introduction directed towards the chauffeur of his two-wheeled transport, his nurse. “Here is the guy I was telling you about, are you going to let him take your photo?”

Turns out that through the glare of fading sedation, I find out he has been talking up 365. We chat for a few, and even though my new nurse friend expresses her support of the project, she declines being interviewed and photographed.

I talk of passing it on, and with that, nurse hands the baton to the captivating Lorena, the face that welcomed my wife and I at our first arrival. Funny thing, the instant I first recognized her, something told me she is today’s friend. I ignored the initial feeling and now here we are. The point, “We need to listen to ourselves and trust the impressions we get of those around us.”

“Eyes up, and intuition open to the world.” I call it.

And what is that I speak of? I’ll lean toward Lorena to explain what I am talking about.

Like I said, at first sight, I knew Lorena was our friend of the day.

She possesses a compassion that can be felt standing in her presence. It is impossible to ignore.

I ask her, “What words of wisdom, advice or council do you have for the world?”

I’m taken back by her response, I have not heard this one before, and it is such an expected response that the thought of it never hit my radar.

Lorena sits angelically reflective, and nodding her head with a welcoming smile asks me, “What words of wisdom do you have?

It’s one of those teachers being taught by the student moments. I take my pause, “’I’m listening to the people of 365? Opening my mind in creating its mission? And through learning to write in that process – have managed to articulate quite a few core statements that I feel we are all coming to an agreement on? But in a thumbnail, ‘What really are my wisdoms to share with everyone?’”

I site several excerpts from my journals, stories shared with me by a few of our 365 friends and in doing so conclude with a reference.

“We were all once infants, innocent and clear minded. From that point the world influenced us. I suggest that we view each other as coming from that same place, and practice dropping our conceived perceptions of each other in striving to look deeper than first impression. To be accepting of each other for whom we are, and do our best to do what we can to look at the world with positive glasses; and accept stuff happens, good and bad.”

Whenever I say this, I have to reaffirm to you that I am not looking at people with rose-colored glasses. Just with open-mindedness and with the benefit of the doubt. And in doing so, my eyes are opening. I hope yours are too.

Lorena opens up, “I’m a religions person – a Christian.”

She pauses again for introspection, “No matter what anyone is going through, depression, a divorce or any difficult situation, God has answers, and his answers are for everyone.”

It’s only been a few minutes in speaking with Lorena, and I am touched with her trust in sharing a deep belief. I’m driven to look at the many faiths we have spoken with over the last months, and even those who are not believers in any single religion or at times even God; all talk of a higher power of some sort. And that higher power is where they all seem to admit to turn when life goes south.

That alone is cause to change our views of one another. Yes, even the person yelling at us to yield the lane may have a soft center. The question is, do we buy in, or do we choose to lean away from bad Juju.

Lorena, “Even when bad things happen, we have to say positive.”

Sound young? Naive? I ask you to think about where Lorena works for a second… the front desk of a very busy hospital / trauma center?

We discuss this point and I find out the Lorena has seen it all, and still, she keeps her humanity and compassion.

“It like the stuff you see on the TV show; Investigation, 1^st 48 Hours and Disappearance. There is so much of humanity that is cold and heartless. I see suicides, people killing each other and lots of other bad stuff. People need to reach out to God.” Lorena shares.

I promise that I am not evangelizing, I really want to be certain that this is always open in my blog, but one this does not falter in the highest percentage of my strangers turned friends. From the darkest of circumstances to the seemingly easiest of life histories, this theme is a driver: Most of us believe in something greater than ourselves, and how sweet is that?

Lorena, as young as you are, I’m pretty sure you have seen much, it is apparent in your thoughtful questions and peaceful countenance.

As you say, “No matter what anyone is going through, depression, a divorce or any difficult situation, God has answers, and his answers are for everyone.”

We’ve let my healing friend sit far too long in the reception area and it’s time to get him home.

He and get to share my Accord, but for my speed hungry best gal, and with the encouragement of my inebriated buddy, we set her free to sports car freedom.

She grins ear-to-ear at the prospect of a highway zip in returning home, and with “Lets get going boys,” off we go.

Lorena, an absolute pleasure meeting you!