Random Happiness: Unique and Bizarre Vacations

Random Happiness: Unique and Bizarre Vacations

Tonight a way to feel happy by breaking out and going out on a really wild vacation and hopefully you’ll have a happy day ~ Rev Kane

 

Feel like a giant

little people

Disney World, SeaWorld, Six Flags… All great family getaways. There’s no doubt that, despite the chaotic atmosphere and the overpriced snack stands, a theme park vacation is a must-have experience for every child and thus, every parent. These days, there seems to be a park to suit every interest, from chocolate to construction, Jesus Christ to Dolly Parton. But just when we thought that every void had been filled, the Chinese pulled a fast one with the 2009 opening of Dwarf Empire, an amusement park catering to — and almost entirely staffed by — little people.

Perched on a hilltop in Kunming (about 1,758 miles southwest of Beijing), this small troupe (whose members all measure four feet or shorter) functions as a true kingdom, complete with an emperor and a parliamentary government. According to Travel and Leisure, “The park … gained worldwide media coverage for employing many of the country’s height-challenged, who traditionally have had a hard time finding work. Thanks to the park, many of China’s dwarves are now gainfully employed as everything from janitors to crown-wearing empresses.” The employees all live and dine together on-site in exchange for performing costumed expositions like break-dancing performances and gourd-instrument concerts for hundreds of curious tourists.

 

From Flavorwire

Island of the Dolls

Not far from Mexico City is an island that has become one of the southwestern country’s biggest and weirdest tourist attractions. Island of the Dolls (Isla de las Munecas) wasn’t originally intended for curious crowds, but the story of a drowned child and the man who found her and felt haunted by her death has drawn visitors in droves. The story goes that after a child died in a canal, Don Julian Santana saw a doll floating by and hung it from a tree as a way to honor her spirit. He also wanted to protect the island from further tragedy. Eventually it became an obsession, and he adorned the island with broken, creepy dolls. There are many urban legends surrounding his bizarre behavior, but one thing remains truly terrifying. In 2001, Santana apparently drowned in the same canal as the little girl. His family now runs the island as a tourist hot spot, but many are fearful of its haunted past.

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From Winowseatblog

Go Zorbing at Pigeon Forge, TN

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Visit a cargo cult on Tanna, Vanuatu

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6363843.stm

 

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Go to Europe’s largest fire festival  Up Helly Aa

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Other Great Vacation Posts!

My Polar Bear Adventure

My Mt. Everest Adventure

Hiking the Appalachian Trail

Swimming with Whale Sharks

 

 

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Happiness is Poetry: Leonard Cohen

Happiness is Poetry: Leonard Cohen

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Leonard Cohen

To keep our hearts open is probably the most urgent responsibility you have as you get older. ~ Leonard Cohen

If you know Leonard Cohen, you likely know him from his music and personally I think these are a couple of his most amazing songs.

I’m your man

Dance me to the end of love

In addition to a long and amazing a career and perhaps an even longer and more interesting life, Cohen was also a poet.  So tonight a few of his pieces for you to enjoy.         ~ Rev Kane

 

When this American woman from “Let Us Compare Mythologies”

When this American woman,
whose thighs are bound in casual red cloth,
comes thundering past my sitting place
like a forest-burning Mongol tribe,
the city is ravished
and brittle buildings of a hundred years
splash into the street;
and my eyes are burnt
for the embroidered Chinese girls,
already old,
and so small between the thin pines
on these enormous landscapes,
that if you turn your head
they are lost for hours.

 

The Genius (“For you I will be a ghetto Jew ..”) from “The Spice-Box of Earth”

For you
I will be a ghetto jew
and dance
and put white stockings
on my twisted limbs
and poison wells
across the town

For you
I will be an apostate jew
and tell the Spanish priest
of the blood vow
in the Talmud
and where the bones
of the child are hid

For you
I will be a banker jew
and bring to ruin
a proud old hunting king
and end his line

For you
I will be a Broadway jew
and cry in theatres
for my mother
and sell bargain goods
beneath the counter

For you
I will be a doctor jew
and search
in all the garbage cans for foreskins
to sew back again

For you
I will be a Dachau jew
and lie down in lime
with twisted limbs
and bloated pain
no mind can understand

 

THE NEXT ONE (“Things are better in Milan …)” from Death of a Lady’s Man

Things are better in Milan.
Things are a lot better in Milan.
My adventure has sweetened.
I met a girl and a poet.
One of them was dead
and one of them was alive.
The poet was from Peru
and the girl was a doctor.
She was taking antibiotics.
I will never forget her.
She took me into a dark church
consecrated to Mary.
Long live the horses and the sandles.
The poet gave me back my spirit
which I had lost in prayer.
He was a great man out of the civil war.
He said his death was in my hands
because I was the next one
to explain the weakness of love.
The poet was Cesar Vallejo
who lies at the floor of his forehead.
Be with me now great warrior
whose strength depends solely
on the favours of a woman.

Other Poetry for your Enjoyment!

Charles Bukowski

Warsan Shire

Doug Draime

Rev Kane

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Happiness, Returning & Emotion

Happiness, Returning & Emotion

03Happiness is having a large, close-knit family, in another city.                              ~ George Burns

So it’s going to be an interesting and stressful week, you see I’m heading back to the place I grew up for my grandmother’s memorial service.  The range of emotions will be a bit staggering.  There will be joy at seeing some people, my brother who I do not get to see often enough, my nieces and nephews, old friends and others.  There will be tension, I have one family member in particular right now who I’m angry at beyond description.  There will  be sadness in the missing of my grandmother as the grieving process continues.  There will be abundant annoyances I’m sure, unexpected opportunities for smiles and laughter.  All in all a really mixed bag and a whirlwind happening over four days.

There is always both nostalgia and irony in returning to the town I grew up in.  Nostalgia for the simplicity of life I had as a child, those places where I made significant memories.  The irony in returning there for me is in that I had one single goal growing up and that was to get the hell out of that town.  My childhood was complicated, not always happy, I never felt like I fit in even remotely with the majority of the people I grew up around.  I lived under the delusion that it was all tied to that place and the answer was simple, get out.  Of course it wasn’t, but I was young and naive, in fact leaving led to even larger problems and eventually to the knowledge I needed to eventually fix my problems.

We take our problems with us, they are after all, our problems.  Place and people can of course exacerbate those issues but the issues reside within us.  My home town was a small place, I always think about it when I hear a line in the Peter Gabriel song Big Time.  The line, “they think so small, they use small words.”  Finding a camaraderie of an idea in that song is not surprising as it is purported that he wrote the song as a response to former band mates who thought his head had gotten too big as a result of the success in his solo career.  That town couldn’t offer me the things I wanted in life, when I was younger I thought that made it a bad place, it doesn’t.  It just made it a bad place for me.

Each time I go there I think about this idea.  I’m thankful for a lot that happened there, my childhood, complex and hard, also afforded me some very good things.  Being a bit of street kid, I learned how to read people and that is a skill that has served me very well in my life.  I also learned how to fight and what it feels like to physically get my ass kicked, both of those were very handy lessons.  I learned a lot about the world there at far too young of an age, but I was exposed to realities in this world that I often realize others have not experienced well into middle-age.  So I do have some gratitude for what that place provided.

I am glad I left, I can’t imagine my life having always been located there.  I know, some of you reading this will be unhappy with what I’m saying.  Those of you who never left might feel I’m putting myself above you, I’m not.  If your decision to stay there worked for you, if you’re happy with your choices great.  For me it wasn’t an option, I would have been miserable.  The idea that I hope people reading this will draw is that places, biological family and even events bring about emotional responses for all of us.  Some of those responses are far from positive.  What’s important though, is how we choose to react to these things, the choices we make.  So this week will be difficult, it’s my job to pull the positive experiences and focus on them, to make choices that minimize the negative experiences and attitudes.  Then again isn’t that our job every week?  In fact I think it is, and I hope you are all successful in that effort this week and that you have a happy seven days my friends ~ Rev Kane

Some Other Posts You Might Enjoy!

Happiness and Becoming Who You Are

Fear is Killing Your Happiness

Our Best Happiness Posts for 2015

Revisiting Some of Our Best Posts & Pictures

There are Angels Among Us: A True Story of Giving & Kindness

Remember the Sweet Things

Happiness is Not Safety

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Happiness is Poetry: Rev Kane

Happiness is Poetry: Rev Kane

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Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader – not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon. ~ E. L. Doctorow

Tonight for our weekly poetry post some of my own poetry.  Always a nerve wracking thing to put your own stuff out there and feedback and comments are always appreciated.  The pieces tonight were all written this year, enjoy and have a happy day my friends                   ~ Rev Kane

 

Unspoken                                                              01/17/15

All of the unspoken things
exist in the space between us
or are the space between us
or is what connects
and ties us together

I wonder
if we give voice
to the things unsaid
does that give them power
would saying you love me
sweep us both away

Would telling you
you are the love of my life
drive us to madness
or badness
leading to an entanglement
of more than or minds

We are special friends
in the same way
Einstein’s theory
is called special relativity
in which he threw upside down all the rules
for space and time, sound familiar?

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Reconstructed Heart                               06/21/15

How does it pump?
How does it work?
How, does it even fit
in the cavity of my chest?

Blown apart
stepped on
cut
ripped
torn
utterly obliterated
yet.

Here I stand
well, sitting actually
a reconstructed man
with a reconstructed
and still beating heart

So many times
so intricately
have I rebuilt this muscle
the parts, now
are like Lego bricks
with worn and broken connectors
such that reassembly
must include
the use of bubble gum and rubber bands

You know who you are
you vandals and frauds
you, who have been inconsiderate
with the handling of my heart

The only question that remains
does this reconstructed heart
this reassembled and ragtag organ
still possess the qualities
of the pure and original whole
forgiveness
compassion
love
I don’t know
It’s late at night
I’ve had far too little sleep
and not nearly enough to drink
to have such answers

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The Ghost of my Heart                             12/02/15

Thoughts and words
coming in conversation
with the best of friends
the ghost of my heart
a genius wild pony
my mirror
my muse
how you haunt me
passing through the walls
of my heart
my mind
my soul
my defenses
passing with ease
impossible to grasp and hold
a momentary ethereal visage
in my mind’s eye

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Shadow Boxing                                      05/5/15

I grow tired
of shadow boxing with your heart
the ethereal nature
to elusive for my hands
I reach out
only to find
darkness
instead of purchase

But like the madman I am
I keep swinging
somehow
still under the illusion
that I can make contact
trap,
that which I once thought I had
convinced,
that shadows
only exist in the presence of light

So, here I am
shadow boxing again
a old tired man
with nothing left
but a shadow of you
to occupy my time

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Roots                                                  12/10/15

We come
from carny folk
Irish drunks
hillbilly stock
mobsters
and a wife of Jesus
these are our roots
damn miracle
the bush even grew

My grandmother
was exiled by my grandfather
never returned
my aunt Jane
tossed the women
out on the lawn
when she said, get out
you listened
she’d burned down
a house or two
in her time
unconcerned
with occupancy status

You hope for better
as you grow older
a tall, wide bush
soft leaves and shade
plenty of water, sun
but it seems
the leaves
just turn colors
get brittle
fall off

The best you can do
some days
is to huddle by the trunk
hold the other seedlings
pray it doesn’t rain
hope like hell
that if you make another branch
it’s a hybrid

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Orphan                                   01/22/15

Sometimes
I really wish I had a parent
you know
someone you could turn to
for advice
or comfort
I’ve never really had one

Ok,
that last line
probably isn’t true
but it’s been so long
I no longer remember the feeling
hell, I was even over Santa Claus
by the age of 4

It’s not all bad
you get strong, real fast
you learn now to be in charge
people come to look to you
for answers
decisions
guidance

But you can never be weak
you can never cry
not in front of others
their world construct depends too much
on you holding it together
and all your tears would do
is start a flood

So you shed your tears in private
and scream at the world alone
in the dark and quiet of the night
you become more than a bit cynical
and of course, you motor on
you understand, better than most
there is no other option

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Some Other Poetry You Might Enjoy!

Ashe Vernon

Charles Bukowski

Doug Draime

Pablo Neruda

Hosho McCreesh

Langston Hughes

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Happiness Resources: How to be Happy

Happiness Resources: How to be Happy

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Tonight our weekly tour around the web to provide you with some resources to help with your personal journey to happiness, have a read and a happy day my friends. ~ Rev Kane

 

How to be Happy: Tips for Cultivating Contentment

 

Seven steps to being a happier person

 

10 Scientifically Proven Ways to be Happier

 

20 Hard things you need to do to be happy

 

The 15 Habits of Supremely Happy People

 

 

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What is your most persistent delusion?

What is your most persistent delusion?

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Delusion

For me, it is better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, no matter how satisfying or reassuring. ~ Carl Sagan

Ahh, this is one of those really annoying questions I ask once in a while, like what is the price for being you? But it is near the end of the year, a time that people seem to be a little more introspective and look back on the previous year.  So I thought I’d venture out a bit tonight and ask you, and me, what is your most persistent delusion?  I have very often said that human beings have two super powers, rationalization and denial.  And what is denial but accepting of a self built delusion.

This is not an easy question to answer, first of all by its very definition, a delusion is something we don’t see.  So it takes some effort and some thought and honestly, that’s the reason it’s such an important question to answer. So I’ve spent most of the day, I started writing this piece this morning, thinking about my most persistent delusion.  To be fair, we all have multiple delusions, but what’s the one you hang onto the most.

So, what I settled on today was that my most persistent delusion is that I don’t need any help.   Without a doubt I’m a loner, without a doubt I’m about as independent as a human gets, without a doubt living this way I have built a happy and successful life.  But we all need people, even if it is small ways, even if it’s not often, we all need other people and I need to be more open to going to others for assistance.

In our society people seem to carry a lot of delusions, we believe that quitting is the worst thing you can do.  So people stay in relationships and other commitments that are absolutely terrible for them because they don’t want to quit.  We suffer from delusions that we are not good parents, not good friends, even when we have done the best we can.

So take some time my friends, think about what you might be telling yourself that just isn’t true and find ways to make things better and more honest.  Knowing yourself better is a great step to having happier days my friends. ~ Rev Kane

Other Posts You Might Enjoy!

Fear is Killing Your Happiness

Overcoming Demons to Become Happy

 

 

 

 

 

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Walking San Francisco: Coit, North Beach, the Embarcadero

Walking San Francisco: Coit, North Beach, the Embarcadero

San Francisco itself is art, above all literary art. Every block is a short story, every hill a novel. Every house a poem, every dweller within immortal. This is the whole truth. ~ William Saroyan

A quick post tonight, I did a lovely walk through San Francisco yesterday, starting to explore my new home.  So I took BART into the Embarcadero Station and started from there.  I made a quick stop at Embarcadero Plaza to check out the Bastille Day Celebration and watch some pretty amazing Tahitian dancers.

From there a quick selfie with Bay Bridge behind the Ferry Building.

I headed down the piers until turning left and climbing the 400 or so stairs up to Coit Tower.

 

The climb up Coit Tower’s steps is a slog, no doubt, but it’s also beautiful with lots of flowers and little surprises and gardens along the way like this one.

Even got to watch a Satanist working on a little ritual, the Earth didn’t open up,

so I moved on down the hill, across Lombard Street down through North Beach to Columbus Avenue.  Rolling past Joe Dimaggio Park,

And saw that some of the locals had their drying box out drying their fish.

I bounced down Columbus Avenue to the Fisherman’s Wharf area

Walked up through the mall-like madness that is a Saturday on Pier 39, grabbed a quick hot dog, saw the president and the sea lions

then back up the piers back to the Embarcadero and BART, although it’s never really boring in the city.

Alcatraz in the mist as seen from Coit Tower

All in all it was about 6-8 miles and three hours walking in the beautiful San Francisco Summer weather, mid-60s and sunny with a breeze.  Great exercise and a fun day.  Sometimes it’s important to just enjoy what we have around us, hope you are doing the same and have a good day my friends. ~ Rev Kane

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Things aren’t always what they seem

Things aren’t always what they seem

the exorcist

But remember that good intentions pave many roads. Not all of them lead to hell. ~ Neal Shusterman

So, the image above may not strike you as something you’d see on a happiness blog, but stick with me, there’s a connection.

The Exorcist was released when I was nine years-old, I remember my mom going to see it with a friend.  That day she’d made a big pot of pea soup, as you can tell from the image, a choice that would turn out to not be the best idea before seeing that particular film.  It would be a couple of years later before I would finally get to see it.  This was the early 70’s and it was an R rated movie.  I can’t exactly remember if the first time I saw it was our first VCR player, HBO or if I convinced my mom, or a friend’s mom to let us see it in the theater.  But I loved it and found it to be the scariest film I had seen up to that point.

Shortly thereafter one night, I was happily sleeping in my bed when suddenly, just like in the movie, my bed actually levitated and began to shake violently.  Being woken up that way was utterly terrifying.  And seriously, my bed WAS levitating and bouncing around, I began screaming, my mother rushed into the room and I could see on her face was a bit shaken as well, at least until she saw the tail.  You see our dog was terribly afraid of loud noises like thunder and there was a storm going on.  He had decided that safety was under my bed and he didn’t quite fit.  So when he crawled under, violently shaking he actually lifted the box spring off the floor so my bed seemed to be levitating.  Now that I was awake, he of course decided safety was in the bed with me, but that was ok, he was a great, if a bit nutty, dog.

The point of this story is that no matter how intense, how convinced you might be of something, it’s always important to a breathe and consider all of the possibilities.  We all encounter things in our life on a regular basis that tweak us off.  Something is written or said to us, that in the moment, we interpret as being meant to be offensive when, upon further reflection, we realize there’s another possible explanation.  I think it is also important that we be careful that we don’t look for things to offend us.  If we can, in general, assume people have the best intentions, we can reduce the amount of stress in our life that way.  Sure, we’ll be wrong sometimes but we’ll be less stressed and have happier days my friends. ~ Rev Kane

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Happiness and Changing Perceptions

Happiness and Changing Perceptions

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Rev Kane and a hiking friend

Studies have shown that 90% of error in thinking is due to error in perception. If you can change your perception, you can change your emotion and this can lead to new ideas. ~ Edward de Bono

I don’t look like a Reverend, or a Dean or some people may argue I don’t even look like a nice guy.  Looking not much differently than in the picture above I was once kayaking at Moss Landing near Monterey, CA.  I saw a woman in another kayak start to paddle my way, stop, start, stop and then finally with great resolve paddle straight at me.  I found it odd and eventually she pulled up alongside me and said hello.  She was a volunteer who talked to people about the various species in the area and answered questions.  After I’d explained I was an ecologist and likely more trained than her, she smiled and said goodbye.  Then, she stopped and told me that coming up to me was her big challenge for the day.  I looked confused and she told me she was completely intimidated and afraid of me because I looked so mean, and that coming up to me was an act of bravery and she was so happy that I turned out to be so nice.

me drinkOur perceptions are often wrong and my atypical appearance given the titles I possess often confuses people.  We must overcome the reactions to our initial perceptions and look a little closer.  I truly believe that seeing the world as it is, instead of how we believe it to be will bring us closer to happiness because it brings us closer to reality.  The reason I decided to talk about this tonight was because recently I’ve had a string of these type of interactions, so I thought I would share as a way to remind all of us to guard ourselves against our own misperceptions.

Rev Kane at Mardi Gras in Mobile, AL

Rev Kane at Mardi Gras in Mobile, AL

I was in the grocery store recently and ran into a woman I work with and she was with her young daughter, probably 3 or 4 years old.  I said hello and the little girl got shy and wrapped herself on her mother’s legs.  As I passed by she said to her mother, “was he a boy or a girl?” Her mother said, “Mr. Kane is a boy,” “but I thought only girls had pony tails,” the little girl replied.  I laughed.  I found it funny because she’d asked if HE was a girl and although I have a full beard, apparently the pony tail had more power.  I like that my confusing presence has opened her little world a little bit.

fingerThe little statue I have pictured above is one of my favorite pieces of art that I owned.  Recently my landlord’s wife was admiring it, telling me how much she liked it.  We talked about the artist a bit and suddenly she says, “oh, God, it’s flipping me off I hadn’t seen that.”  She was suddenly no longer interested in the piece.  I thought it was cute that because the piece was aggressive she suddenly found it ugly.  Same piece, just another perspective, another perception and everything was different.

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Rev Kane in his first year at Burning Man

Watch your perceptions my friends, look for truth and have a happy day. ~ Rev Kane

Other Posts You Might Enjoy!

Happiness and the Benefits of Gratitude

Fear is Killing Your Happiness

Happiness is a Choice

Writing Away the Darkness

 

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Happiness & Becoming Who You Are: My 1000th Post!

Happiness & Becoming Who You Are: My 1000th Post!

Rev Kane relaxing in the arctic snow flurries

Rev Kane relaxing in the arctic snow flurries

Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.                               ~ Don Miguel Ruiz

I love this quote and have written on returning to a child-like state before, it is a basic tenet in many eastern religions, the idea that in many ways we were born perfect beings and the best way to return to that state is to become child-like, not childish, but child-like.  Tonight I am writing my 1000th post on the Ministry of Happiness Blog, it does not seem possible.  I started this blog six years ago after returning from a twenty-two day trek in the Himalayas, a trip that obviously incredibly impacted my life.  I wanted a venue to take the things I had researched and learned in my quest to overcome my own bouts of depression, and share it with others.  My hope, that by publishing what I learned, I might help one person, if I did I would consider the project a success.  Initially I thought that once I got to a 100 posts I’d call it quits.

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Rev Kane and a hiking friend

Of course, 1000 posts later, that didn’t happen.  Why? Well simply the feedback I got and continue to get about the Ministry of Happiness from its followers has been more positive than I could have hoped for.  Instead of merely being a vehicle to help others, writing this blog has also helped me and transformed my life.  The blog has changed over the years, it has broadened its focus to reflect my own interests in art, poetry, photography, adventure and travel as well as providing positive news and resources.  I have become more and more of a proponent of happiness through action, that you have to effect change to become happier.  That the best way to effect this change is through changing habits and getting out of your comfort zone.  Then of course, if you’re going to talk the talk, and you want to be credible, you need to walk the walk.

So walk the walk I have, over 15 months ago I effected massive change in my life, sold my house, quit my job and hit the road.  Along the way I did a bit of walking, 1000 miles on the Appalachian Trail.  I have even written a book about that experience that I hope to have out in the next couple of months that I’ll be calling Appalachian Trail Happiness.  There were other adventures, swimming with whale sharks and photographing Polar Bears.  I saw a lot of beauty over the last 15 months including a northern light show in the Arctic that was beyond my wildest dreams.  I changed the way I journaled about my adventures by coming up with a system of three questions to answer each day. What was the most beautiful thing I encountered today?  What did I learn today? What made me happy today?

Aurora_25-7I hope that when people read about all of this they get one over arching message from all of it.  Yes you can! You can make changes, you can have adventures, big or small.  But most of all, you CAN be happier than you are today.  If that message gets across to folks and they can put it into action than I really will have accomplished something with this work.

More than just reminisce tonight I want to talk about life and what’s next.  If anyone ever writes my biography they should steal the title from the Grateful Dead and call it, What A Long Strange Trip It’s Been.  You know we all start out as those perfect creatures in life and then ironically what gets in the way of us remaining that, is our life.  We experience all manner of disturbances from without and within, family troubles, sickness, death, money problems.  Our life and the responsibilities in our life, the choices we make can sometimes lead us into very unhappy places.  That was where I ended up, a little over thirty years ago I was an angry young man, an alcoholic, abusing drugs, I had just failed out of college.  People around me thought I was suicidal, it was bad.  I hit rock bottom and was able to build from there.  But even fifteen years ago, sober, building a career, I was still an angry man who fought through bouts of depression.  My life from the outside was functional and fine but inside I was hollow and black.  But the one thing that I had held onto from my most desperate point was one thing, it’s my fault.

Personal responsibility is a powerful concept, there are things none of us can control, but there are far more things that we can control.  Most of all, we can control our choices and how we choose to respond to the world.  Over the last fifteen years I’ve worked hard to find ways to control my internal anger, through writing, through finding ways to forgive people.  None of it was easy, none of it happened quickly, but it happened.  I began to mellow out the depressive dips I sunk into, I began to be generally happier.  My life got better, not just from a surface view by outsiders, but internally where it mattered.  Eventually I came to the Ministry of Happiness at a point when I was really, for the first time since the early innocence of childhood, a happy person.

I’ve worked hard since then to become happier and at the core that has meant one thing, trying to become more of the person I really want to be.  We all have an idealized version of who we want to be, it’s a concept they use brilliantly in the first Matrix film.  For me that person is very free, unconcerned with the opinion of others who are not in my inner circle.  That person travels and writes, makes time for gardening and artistic pursuits.  My idealized self is someone who is physically fit and spontaneous, grateful and kind.  A person who is actively working on their bucket list because of an understand of the fleeting and precious nature of life .

happiness, burning manAt 51, it doesn’t seem possible that I’m in my 50’s, I feel like I’m getting there.  I really feel like I’m making progress at being that person.  At the same time I’m becoming very aware of the clock.  I can realistically, barring some random accident or illness, expect to live another twenty years.  When I write that it chills me, only twenty years, it is not enough time.  That’s a little over 7000 days, suddenly each of those days seem really, really valuable and for good reason, they are, as have all the ones that have come before.  And like most of us, I’ve squandered far more than I would like to admit.  The idealized me doesn’t waste a day lightly and neither should you my friends.

All of this work is really just a gentle unfolding of what was there all along.  The real work is clearing all of the layers of crap that I and the world have piled on.  I’m thankful that all of you are here for the ride.  Readership continues to grow, the number of followers has now topped 6200 and rising.  I wish you all would comment more, but it’s the nature of blogs that most people don’t, I can see from the page views that you’re out there reading.  So thank you all very much for your support and who knows, maybe some day I’ll be sitting down writing my 2000th post, let’s hope so, and let’s also hope we’ve all had lots of happy days in between. ~ Rev Kane

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