IDEALIZED PROJECTION

I feel fortunate to be a "look forward" person. I don't spend much time dwelling on the past although I certainly look to the past to learn from my mistakes. I also have, not many, but some regrets for those times I may have gotten lost along the way. When it comes to people I usually see others not as they are but as they can be. In doing so I find myself looking past most of their faults, in essence minimizing their faults relative to their best qualities. In rare cases I am entirely blinded to their faults. In those instances I "see" the person as nearly perfect and as an idealized projection of what I want to believe about this person. It is not unlike a dreamlike perception where you see the angelic beauty of a person with no faults, negatives or drawbacks. Perhaps seeing the other as a perfect version of ones self.

On the surface it seems like idealized projection is a wonderful quality that allows me to see the beauty and the potential of that individual; and in many ways it is. In his fiction book "Illusions", Richard Bach proclaims "the sky is always perfect, always changing, but always perfect". That is true about us as human beings as well. We are always as we are meant to be any particular moment. However idealized projection does carry a risk. Like others, I am often "let down" or dissapointed when the person turns out to be not entirely as I envisioned them. Over time as the reality of a person is revealed I may find that there is more of a balance between the fine attributes and the fine character flaws, the human frailties, which we all possess. In the exhuberance or romance of early acquaintance a person projects his or her hope of what that new individual might be like. This is probably especially true in romance but it is also true in normal every day meetings and encounters. Idealized projection which might also called idolized projection is not a "bad" thing. It is a way of looking at the world, maybe what was once called "through rose colored glasses" and yet perhaps the opposite of looking at the world through cynicysm and an overly critical eye. The key, for me, is to be aware of my tendency to "shade" my encounters to the benefit of the bearer and to know that there may be more to that person than the eye can readily see.

The Accidental Obsession

Walking through a field beats down the bush into a hardened trail not unlike how the trail beats down the weary traveler who has traversed this path so many times before. As the trail begins to deepen and form a rut if we are lucky we awaken to the stark realization that we are now in it and passing through it and have been for some length of time, at least long enough to form the rut. Then as we are thinking about how and if and when we might find our way out, it starts to rain and the rain becomes muck and the muck becomes mud. Often at this point we discover that we are on a slippery slope. We sometimes wallow in the muck of our own creation burying even the idea of getting out. One day, by happenstance or by design, we find the turf of our trail is dryed by the dawn of a new day. Suddenly we find ourselves on a trail amidst a field of brilliant purple clover. At that moment, but only if we are lucky, and fully aware or entirely determined, can we move our small steps, just a little, to step up out of the rut of our making. At that moment we find our toes are no longer stuck in the muck nor in the lost days of our past. We discover we can run freely through the waving grasses. We smell the sweet perfect clover at our feet. And in that singular moment, when we are self freed of the ruts of our past, it may be hard to look back and understand just how we got there in the first place. We wonder why we waited so long to step out to where we belong. And yet the better part of ourselves drinks in the knowledge that we were, then, lost souls, on a trail of dust, of our own making, swirling around us and that that chaos blocked even the view, of the beauty so seemingly so far, yet actually so near. We see ourselves embrace the hope of a new beginning. Our new start is grounded with the wisdom of our past travels along the rutted road. For only by leaving the rutted roads of our past may we find the sweet fields and green pastures of our future.

How much fun can one man have?

My business life has evolved into the joy of investing heavily in sports stadiums and arenas, professional leagues and teams, concert halls and live music venues, historic live theatrical venues, collegiate teams, stadiums and arenas, zoos and aquariums, museums and amusement parks and venues. I toil at travel to these fascinating places and great people who, mostly, love their work at something they are passionate about. For me it is not work but a true combination of "business and pleasure". How fortunate I am to have stumbled into such a venture. Just how much fun can one man have? A lot of fun!

LIVING SIMPLY IS SIMPLY LIVING

I am grateful to my new island friends Charlene, Rudolph and Andrea, and my youngest new bestest friend Sheena, for their kindness and love. By their beautiful example, they showed me that one of the greatest lessons of Roatan is that love and life are the most basic elements of living simply and honestly. When Sheena hugged me I thought she was going to squeeze the stuffings out of me! Pure sweetness and love. How refreshing, energizing and mind clearing it is to escape the never-enough culture of American consumerism. How relaxing and relieving it is to forgo the stresses of competitiveness and the constant consciousness of material keep-up-ism. On Roatan; it is what it is. You are who you are. No pretense. No flash. No "bling" to distort or blind your values. You are not your car. You are not your house. You are not your job title. You are not your clothes You are not your jeweley. You are your face, your smile, your warmth, your demeanor, your family, your honor, your belief, your friendship, your kindness, your courtesy, your word. That is not to say that the Roatanians are simple minded or a simple people. They are bright and beautiful, educated, principled, honorable, hard working, God loving, hopeful and desirous of a better life, for themselves and for their families and children. But in the midst of having little or having less they do not miss "things" they never had. They are a people of grace and gratitide. They don't envy the visiting travelers for their possessions. I think they gracefully forgive the visitors for their "trespasses". In fact I sense the native Roatanians entirely understand the trap and the trappings of capitalistic materialism. For those wonderful strangers who quickly became friends and those kind souls who befriended me I found they have the knowledge and the gift of joy and a natural deep wisdom grounded in common sense and common decency. They are grounded spiritually, too. What a lesson they give and in such a quiet and un-imposing way, just being who and how they are: grace, Godly good and sincere in every way. We are much more alike than we are different. The seeming differences of time, era, region, country, race, language, age, culture, all seemed dissapate or nearly dissapear on Roatan. What a great lesson for me, if not for us all.

Roatan Life

A Roatan life. A simple life. An awakening. An appreciation of simplicity. A gratitude for the kindness of others. The awe inspiring beauty of lush nature on an island paradise. A remembrance of the way it used to be; simpler times, common folk, goodness as a way of life.

During a short ( too short ) 17 day vacation on the island of Roatan, Honduras I find myself reflecting on how I want to live, how I want to continue my days. I have so many impressions of this God's touched place. The beauty of the jungle island. The gorgeous blue and aqua waters lapping at the coral reef that surrounds the island. Every day I walk a jungle trail in the midst of serenity and a fresh carribean breeze. The dark night sky filled with a billion brilliant stars. All are awe inspiring and yet what touches me most are the island people, the natural native, Roatan people who are a kind, sweet, good natured and giving people. The people I have met work hard and give honestly of themselves. They don't complain, they find a way to make ends meet on an island that is undergoing a transition.

Not too many years ago the island was a simpler place, less populace and mostly missed by the "jet set" travelers who sailed the cruise ships to the Bahamas, the Carribean, or the Mexican "riviera" ports. Now with new deep water ports in Coxen Hole and Mahogany Bay the island docks 3 major cruise ships several times a week. The result is a booming tourist trade and the revelation of Roatan as a retirement destination. All of this brings change to the tiny island. Not all change is good, yet it is change and I witness the people of Roatan struggling to balance the old ways against the new realities and opportunities of the a new economy. These are hard working people, willing to commit themselves to the twists and turns that come with growth. I hope they don't lose themselves, their culture and their family values in the process. They are good people. I find myself learning a lot from these fine and gracious people. I met many whom I would want for a neighbor, a friend and as family. God speed to you all; Rudolph, Charlene, ElisaMay, Manu, Eldon, Dereld, Truman, Ezra, Kirkie, Andrea, Juan, Ornal Brooks, and hard working Henry, too.