The Timing And Power Of Now: Making The Invisible Visible

Article 3 of a 10-part series

Summary: When the time is ripe, now is the time. Why the time is ripe? Because my subject is the invisible, visible, and today I can not see clearly. Things are gray, hazy, undefined. And so, I recognize that opportunity! Make drops of lemon juice from lemons! So, now commands with the proper outlook, logic: If I can write this article today to be effective, it is visible now in mine, if I do not see clearly, ie that which is invisible, then I have my "pen" where my mouth is taken.

This is such a great day to write! It is the perfect day, indeed! Why, you ask? For when the time is ripe, now is the time. Why the time is ripe? Because my subject is the invisible, visible, and today I can not see clearly. The things are gray, blurred, not defined. And so, I recognize that opportunity! Make drops of lemon juice from lemons! So, now commands with the proper outlook, logic: If I can write this article today in my now effectively, if I do not see clearly, ie that which is invisible, then I have my "pen" where my mouth is made . Okay, no need to be very fascinated with the visual on that one, though I dare say, there is a reasonable view as putting my money there! Ha!

Interestingly enough, only a few days ago I was sitting here on my porch with my coffee, pen and paper (I immediately saw a sign that said: Porch = Where I live .. . Gotta get me one of those!) Anyway, I was sitting on my porch, as I said what I have outlined to think the perfect layout of this article. Soon the task will become difficult, and as experience has taught me it was time to put the spring. I was doing. I was on the wrong track. (I currently am teaching myself a better way to deal with problems, writer's block and brick walls. Okay Just with them! The solution is the answer already exists. It always is. It is simply that the right perspective is missing. In my perspective changes, ie, I change my mind and get out of my own way, I'll see the solution quite well, and take my pen again. "If the Explorer is ready to appear, the guide said." Old-Himalayan.)

As always, a wonderful series of events began when I noted my article, let sit ". . . I had been instructed by my Sweety, Ron, also known as a Web designer extraordinaire stop hesitating and give him the terms, the welcome, the tour and the article about us. In other words, Ms. Leader of the Pack falling behind in their tasks. And so for the next few hours that I documented in my least favorite committed writing task-legalese, mumble-jumble of the conditions and benefits.

A reflection here will serve to make the purpose of this article to illustrate the invisible visible. It follows a letter to Robert Fulghum, author of All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten wrote.

"Dear Mr. Fulghum:

As I was sitting at my computer writing my terms, my site, TellingTouch. com worked, and I in frustration over what I "must have" and what I wanted "to say". Having to protect themselves from potential impropriety control-for-a-hole is a task that most unwanted. . . I took a break, sat on the porch, and was still my mind and regain a peaceful version. My thoughts then went to a small book on the shelves behind my desk-All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. Now says that she thought all I do. Why can not I just say that it so? Everyone should understand that! Ah, but I in my own defense, you just do not want to understand it interrupted at times. There is so much easier to blame, to show the finger. It's hard to be all-grown-up sometimes!

I got the book for my own love of reading and indulgence. A tear came to my eye, as my mind connected to my heart's desire. I feel comfortable with the inspiration and I follow where it leads. I then went to my computer and did some research on you to know by whom this pause of rest had come. I was very pleased with your site and enjoyed some of your journal comments, especially the ones you wrote on 3 June 2006. (I thought that I was on 3 June 2006, is preparing to go on a journey beginning in temporary places of residence, and to my new business, TellingTouch. Com.)

re-reading All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten and reading some of your journal entries in me the wish that you leave, you quote from these sources created contact, such as presentation on my site and draws progress. Following your advice quoted from Epictetus: "If you can fish, fish. If you can sing, sing. If you can fight to fight. Determine what you can do. And do that." I can ask!

Would you allow me the honor of quoting you on my site?

Yours sincerely,

Saijin "

(Note: Mr. Fulghum has the authorization. A wonderful experience!)

Okay, now moving with my duties from my unyielding disciplinarian Ron. . . I enjoyed writing make the trip (make sure you visit us on TellingTouch and let me know what you think!) Creative writing and expressing the nuts and bolts of the thing with flair and personality! It's such a high!

Completed with and want to rest on my laurels little, I cooked a fresh coffee and retired to my porch. Outside it was dark! Where have all the time go? I thought. Zoning out within a computer screen has an amazing fast forward trick to the hands of a clock. Not to mention the universe in his command! (I believe there are technology conspiracy is not it? Heavy secret of time, anyone?)

A few sips of Java later, and the cup was looking more half empty than half full. So, tired and spent, I returned to my time for another lashing Thief. About us, is not it? I asked, pointing out that I properly secured, strike that, this part resisted to the last. Why? I wondered what my Key-Pad-sensitive fingers froze over the keyboard. Oh, no, no, wait, Ron's, you must obey! "Type I say, give!"

"We can not give!" she replied in an uproar.

"But why not?" I demanded.

"Since you will not tell the truth, you will say:" Blah Blah Blah "when you should write the truth!"

"Ah, and what is the truth?" I leaned back and clenched his fists in a good measure of discipline. "Rebel Kids!" Then my compassionate nature took over and we sat together healing, trying to regain our close bond. We are best friends, when all, I thought. Deep sigh.

Now, the problem as I see it is that the About Us my own kites rise.

"Stop!" Mr. index switching. "You know damn well do you have written your bio for Ezinearticles. Com. All you have to do is edit a bit to put it on your own website.

"Excuse me, I stand corrected," surprised that the finger also read thoughts. "Well, it's under Ron's Kite, I suppose."

"Oh, now we are progressing. I swear, she started doing a tap dance on my thigh. Fred Astaire Move Over". And precisely for that reason could be? "

Such arrogance! "Hush, let me think."

"No, you feel your way. May the Force be with you!"

"Stop it now, this is not funny!"

"Yes, it is," she stretched and took refuge clasped behind my neck.

"Run! Hide!" I asked her to. "Good, now stay where they do not distract them while I am thinking." I have my head to clear it , shook and shut his eyes and relaxed. Oh, Ron is really wonderful. He is next to the mother he called Saijin gave me my nickname, one star was beaten tonight. "You say the name Saijin mean anything to you?"

"No, I do not think," I admitted, furrowing my brow and asked, "But it could. Why?"

"I think it is your name", he looked deep into my eyes. All that I could only nod in silent contemplation temptation. Saijin. It felt so strong! I eased the mantel of it. And that was when I was Saijin. I sighed at the memory. This was my Ron! In just a short time and was designed by Touch Telling Ron techy guru-all that I could not be. (You know, do not forget my technique conspiracy.)

[I have to moan and groan here to Nate, my mentor at Prosper Learning. com and owner / operators clogon. com: Nate! Hear me loud and clear! You have forced me, splashing strike that long dive headlong into the underworld of shadowy SEOs, KMO, URLs, meta tags, RSS feeds, etc., until I just do not know if I will come out alive! Can this jurisdiction are right on your geeky shoulders! So, now it's out of my chest. I have said on the last!]

Hands! Back! You do not applaud so loudly. Hush now. Back to Ron. Okay, so it is wonderful. What's not to love and admire? But I can not set that came in his bio-on now. "

"We agree," she intertwined and stretched outward, attracted me. .

"Ok, fine then. But I can tell you how he made to these high duties of being the TellingTouch webmaster's. I can take on the great dedication with which he the fine details Write to the site. As he my ideas to life making the invisible visible! Hey, Wow, I think I've got it! "

The fingers are stretched to the sky! 1-2-3-4! 1-2-3-4! Adrenaline. Places everyone places. Now let us begin.

make the invisible visible? It is a process. It is an idea that is carried out, to a thinking, motivation, always an act, a word, a fact shared. We do it all the time really. It is not clear or difficult. It is really second nature to us. But sometimes we forget to focus and communicate effectively incompleteness results, misunderstandings. Gee! Not all fingers are hyperactive as mine! About us ready now, I send ecstatic, met. Ta Da!

Ron called a few minutes later intruding on my self-reflection and made good on a job. (Yes, I was back out on the porch, if you really want to know.)

He asked: "On the about us … I think it needs a little work."

"What?" I was again held my worst fears that he would not like it.

"Yes. It definitely needs a little work."

I was really angry now. Rejection! Failure!

"Just go pull it up and let us together look at them," he said patiently addressed, sensed my disappointment. Open passing the attachment you. "

"I was furious! He treated me like a child, how insensitive, how dare he, I was ready to spit nails.

"Bite your tongue!" fingers opened the sliding door to the office.

"And, excuse me, but who you ask? They are the ones that I like this anyway!" They ignored me, dancing with Fred on the keyboard. Tap Tappity, Tap! Open File.

There before my eyes was the document that I sent. About us! Nothing more. All that followed was a blank page.

"Huh?" I asked incredulously. Where was my document? Then clarity. "Oh my God, I put the wrong file!"

Now he was grinning. "Yeah, I thought maybe had. I've been waiting all evening, and that's what I get, the invisible" about us "? I thought you either sent the wrong file, or your fingers were not working too well."

"Oh, if you only knew, if you only knew!" I covered my mouth and yawned, clearing my throat. "I send the" visible "one in just a second. G'night, Sweety!

make the invisible visible? I do not know. You tell me.

Is this the sweet sound of applause I hear ringing in my ears? A little louder please. I can not hear right!