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The Little Black Box.

When a plane goes down, what is looked for first? Well, okay, second after any survivors.

The little black box. To explain, provide clues on what happened. What led up to the moment things began to right on schedule go haywire. All wrong.

How well do you really know someone? Including yourself?

Is the raft of life on the river level, upside down, tilted wildly? If a person hides, retreats, protects a heart that has scars, purple spots from earlier struggles, how close are you, any one allowed to get? How much distance for self survival or to avoid greater pain or suffering do you set up around yourself for the same reason? Like a force field to keep any one, every one at arms length or further? To stay in your own little life boat. To keep from sliding out, taken under by the hydraulics, forces of nature in the paddle for your survival down the river of life.

And when the distance is created, maintained because of having to complete something you stand for, that is deeply engrained, or then later from sheer lonely pain once you are done, the other end of the tin can and string can perceive wrongly it all stems from anger. When it all boils down to just the need for silence. Space to take a break from the hurt, ache. It is not a case of why are you hurting the other intentionally. You are just hurting. Only capable of so much. Each is feeling much of the same heaviness from being apart. Getting away from the flame that burns when it is supposed to heat the bones. Be warm and fuzzy. More often then not. Causing greater misunderstanding. Hurt people hurt people and often without knowingly trying to. Surrender.

We live in an age of smoke and mirrors.

Games, spin to manipulate, to speed up the process to get what we think we want or need. With drive through efficiency. But sincerity, honesty, time help others around you get closer. To see your heart as an open book. The little black box pried open. Protective, fireproof, water resistant covering removed. You can not fix, soothe what is wrong if miscommunication, no back and forth face to face happens. Or when lacking back and forth of today’s truth is discussed. Put it out there to chew on, consider. When you bottom out, get broken, are too tired to be defensive, you retreat from scolding. You turn inward to salve the sores when it all spirals back to you are the only one in the room. With guidance, always always from above.

And does low self esteem kick in to cause the image of just the opposite? Oh sure, some folks with a superiority complex actually think they are a legend in their own minds and time. But many that seem together are just the opposite. Partially to not show the world the real person for fear no one would like them. Trying to be what another needs, to make them happy leaves sadness. A hole that does not get fixed. And grows larger.

Mistakes.

Just got the memo. Everyone, I mean everyone makes them. Isn’t the secret to see the truth, not getting defensive and to not keep making blind mistakes? To realize why what you think will help does not work for the other as a solution. Because it does not consider the other person’s feelings totally when they need you the most. What they hunger, thirst for, appreciate.

Everyone wants to feel secure, cared about, loved and that they matter. To be understood and accepted. It is a blessed event when you find someone who is not afraid to show you the good, bad and the ugly. And you do likewise. Simple. So the foundation for the relationship is honest, real, genuine, accountable. Not trying to be just what the other needs and losing yourself in the process. Just doing your best day to day. Trying to improve as you learn more about the other. And yourself in the process from the other. As both open up. Head to the “best is yet to come” stage of the deeper relationship.

Maine, a place with space. Lots of nooks and crannies with drop dead gorgeous natural surroundings, less people and more wildlife. To be the best you can be, to grow, mature, to enjoy life more. The others in it. Get here quick as you can.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

July 3, 2012
Can’t Be A Beacon If Your Light Doesn’t Shine.

Simple Towers, Transmitting From The Heart Means You Don’t Need Eiffel Tower Fancy Broadcasting.

The phone ringing at a high school small town Maine radio station job.

Spinning records on the Saturday Night Country Jamboree shift and requests for Donna Fargo’s “You Can’t Be A Beacon If Your Light Don’t Shine”.

Everyone, you and me included has a purpose in life to help others along the way. To help unlock mysteries and support each other. No one is an island, no one is truely alone.

Are you self contained, wrapped tightly needing no ones help or not able to reach out, not available to assist someone else?

Is your antenna out behind the dog house, parked in back of the studios standing skyward straight? Secured by guy wires, monitored daily to make sure the brightly fresh red and white drying paint, the FAA approved lighting operational to not hurt anyone happening to fly by? It is all about working harder on relationships in life… reaching out to others, not just taking care of you, me alone.

And knowing the higher the antenna, tower the less energy, effort needed to help more people. To always being mindful to not knowingly rub people the wrong way or cause any disharmony if you can help it. And to be a vessel so full of inner joy, peace, understanding that a bump, nudge is okay. A little spills out. No big deal if someone runs, piles, even tears in to you. Even if barbed, hurtful. Take time to find out why. And don’t take it personally. Or do take ownership if you are responsible because it always takes two for the good, bad, ugly.

Be an aid, helpful, available when others around you need a friend.

Someone to lean on. Be quick to forgive because it is a two way street and you and I need plenty in return on lots of offenses. That bog us down. Throws us in to permanent park postion. Placing us dead in the water, in our tracks in the breakdown lane of one very short life if we don’t get skilled at giving, receiving forgivness. With an little seasoning of mercy on the side to round out the forgetting a trespass.

To have your signal reach further in to cars, homes, businesses, camps out in the hinterland. To places depending on the signal, message that is from your heart. Spreading the news, weather, entertainment and a form of companionship. But not for a series of advertisers in spot clusters inbetween song and information segments. Working as a servant instead for one higher power only. Exclusive sponsor of your life.

Like prayer, daily maintenance of your broadcast facilities, the tower, transmitter monitored without ceasing. To keep the signal beaming, shining, reaching out. Not to impress, not to annoy, but just offering whatever can be gleaned from anyone picking up the signal. Life’s balancing act to meet the needs of so many around you. To live up to the expectations of society, others, yourself means easy does it.

Do the best you can but make sure to spend lots of time on your knees.

Be willing to ask for help, to offer it just as readily with a kinder, gentler heart to know we need each other to improve. To polish our imperfections after one by one they are identified, inventoried and addressed daily with the help of others. True friends can hit you with the truth if you open your heart, ears, eyes and trust. If you are willing to tune in not out.

Pointed skyward and radiating the joy you and I are supposed to be filled with inside is what your beacon is supposed to be offering others. The assigned frequency from one three letter authortiy FCC like our purpose, talents, skill set and “shape” as defined by a different set of triple letters “GOD”. Grateful and spreading the good news to stay on the air at full power. Not for ratings, large numbers but just to help row the boat, pitch in, make a difference in small ways without lots of fanfare, attention to yourself.

Despite setbacks from lightning, thunderstorms in life when protecting the transmitter, tower means reduction to a lower power.

There are times when you have to crawl, get knocked down and have to learn how to walk, run all over again. But changed in a good way. Not understanding during the transition what is ahead but the weaker you get the stronger your faith becomes. And stays. As you give up the controls, lean back and trust because there is no other way to lead your life. To teach your kids, grandchildren that are modeling their behavior, thoughts around yours. Let go, surrender.

Study of the plate current amperage, voltage of the final stage in the transmitter from pre set tolerances provided by the manufacturer with three hour clipboard meter readings taken, monitored. Much like vigilante, round the clock care and attention that we all need to work on to protect, build and improve our character with guidance from our creator. And your beacon does not have to be Eiffel Tower broadcast fancy either.

You and I learn more from the man and woman on the street, your neighbor next door, brothers and sisters in faith about setbacks, successes.

Nothing against paid professionals taught to sheperd with a sheep skin but others around us. Testimonials about what Jane and Joe, Ken and Barbie did right, wrong. Lessons they dare to open up and share. So all can benefit from. To not keep making the same blind mistakes or hurting others you love in anyway.

These Me In Maine blog posts are a humble, meek and humility approach to life from one individual some kind of excited to live, raise a family in Vacationland. I don’t think I could examine my life, the inside of my heart and improve, change or add to what’s needed living in a hustle bustle urban area outside of Maine. If you are country mouse simple too or strive to be, watch the fire in your belly grow, increase by spending more time in Maine. Maine, small town proud, down to Earth. Come for a day, stay a lifetime. Find your space, your place in Maine, the way life should be. Start really living.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

May 28, 2012
Your Heart, Head, Get The Two Talking, On The Same Maine Page.

Life in Maine, anywhere has its ups and downs.

Life Is No Picnic. Maine Has Lots Of Rest Areas For Your Heart, Head.
The twists and turns can be roller coaster fun or disasterous. Letting either your heart or your head exclusively have all the say in most life situations is dangerous.

Listening to your gut, another major vital body part is important too.

In chartering unknown life waters. As events unfold, happen right on schedule.

Having a faith, believing in God to guide the process but knowing you and I have a card labeled free will makes the path sometimes crystal clear. For a while. Then suddenly Maine light house foggy. You’re not so certain. Your heart checks in. And when you crank your head around, guess what? Everyone else is on the same life conveyor belt around you. Inching down the assembly line of a better you or me. New and improved.

It still boils down to “it’s your life”. You have decision making to do. But “ah ha” timing is a factor. Not everyone’s watch has Mickey’s little hand on this same number. His longer mouse hand on that one just like you. But it’s not just about you anyway, but others. When you do start to see the bigger life picture. Fuzzy and blurred starts to rack focus sharp and bright. As you crawl first then walk, and run. Making headway inside the noggin sitting on your neck.

The one that needs to come off, be slowly screwed back on straight from time to time in a person’s life.

What does Maine specifically have to do with the thread, message in this Me In Maine blog post? Everything. Maine is the perfect setting for figuring out how to avoid, go around or up and over the road blocks and set backs up ahead. And to bask in the joys, triumphs and successes in your life. To pull back and getting better in focus on what is going on and how did we get here? Where do we go from here.

Maine, because she is not over populated and you get to have the space, elbow room to think it through.

To consider, chew on the good, bad and the ugly in your life. At any interval along the pathway. Down the lazy river or when you are up that famous creek and find yourself missing a very important paddle. What to do about it to change directions when you find yourself in a boxed canyon. With seemingly not a clear cut, good solution. To help aid in finding the way out.

When you take the time to climb a Mount Katahdin or one of the many other higher elevations that require time, effort, good things start to happen.

The scary, unknown unchartered waters become more secure. Are a bit calmer and life becomes more in focus. The truth, reality of what is happening inside your head, outside it in your life becomes crystal clear, less murky. The healthy struggle is the step at a time, becomes where to place your feet not so scary.

Because the cherry on top of the hike, climb is what awaits you on the top.

Like the old Platters song “Up On The Roof”, you can get higher than your earthly problems, concerns, issues that everyone has because we are human. And like Billy Joel reminds “We’re “Sa-POSTED” To Make Our Share Of Mistakes”. Maine’s hills and dales to hike, ski down are the second wind you need. To deal with heartache. Walking in to the ring alone in that prized life fight as the song says to wait in your corner until the breeze comes in.

Other than medical problems, wouldn’t you say most of our problems involve other people, our relationships? Misunderstandings, hurt feelings, reacting in ways based on not enough information and too much raw emotion. Not meeting expectations in affairs of the heart. Heck I had one real estate buyer who was purchasing to get away from meddling family members say “other people are hell, right here and now on Earth.” You don’t have to wait for a firery place to experience it first hand later in life.

Working so hard to toe the line that others draw in the sand but coming up empty because you did. Because often less or nothing coming back in to your personal water source of “well being”. Than the heart and soul, tears and fears you expend to stay in a place treading water. When you need a nudge, push, some natural current to get back in motion. Back on the track. In the swim of things. It can be a case of doing too much, then not doing enough. Or just plain stopped. Dead in the water. Not under power or able to get out of your own way.

Anxiety, depression starts when bitterness from being hurt lingers, festers and there is no big red button button to push.

No railroad locomotive dangling, swinging overhead brake chain to reach for and pull hard. For forgiveness relief, a stop of the hurt that you and others carry in a shower of hot sparks. What’s really called for when everything does not seem fair, just, fun. You, me, everyone needs forgiveness. To get it, give it. Like breathing, water, food, love, family, shelter and respect. Struggle to extend it, bask in the healing sunshine when you are lucky enough to receive it.

The Phish song about when I got off the train I had a bucket full of problems. That’s why the singer had to stop, get off. But eventually one by one they get sorted, accepted, chucked. And hopping back on that locomotive steel horse happens. Your surroundings, clearing your schedule and being suddenly in a natural, four season real, unspoiled setting like Maine.

That hill top for me is a spiritual place to reflect, heal, revive, recharge, grow, learn and to listen.

To feel the goodness, love, peace that is around us. But back down on earth, traffic, noise, demands, phones, schedules, and yes people all trying to depend on each other can blind us of what we need for a life balm. To help the hurts, purple bruises on the heart. Get me back on that clickety clack, don’t look back track.

Maine is Vacationland. There is a place that is like life should be. Get here quick as you can to recharge. To carry a smaller bucket of problems. Replace it with life’s simple beauty, simple joys. And remember fewer but way way friendly people who care and share, that are so down to earth live in Maine. Our waterfront helps the hurt in the same way as the perfect setting to reflect, revive, recharge and figure out your own personal life path too.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

March 2, 2012
Maine, Easy To Forget Its Not Like This Everywhere.

Maine Is Simple Living, Always Involves Family, The Outdoors.

When you live in Maine full time, the lack of crime, the abundance of natural four season beauty can lull a person in to forgetting about places on the planet where it is just not this way.

In small town rural Maine towns, you get a satisfying, secure feeling of community too. A connection where all of us are needed. Everyone a vital part of the local fabric. All here to offer something worthwhile.

Like a covered dish church supper contribution. Creating a life of purpose. Involving, including our kids and teaching them by example that it is others that count. In a world of “me me me” when you watch and read beamed in signals that tout just the contrary.

Why is it different and so hard for other places to be like Maine? For starters, the focus is not about money here. True Mainers are content with basics.

Grateful for what we do have in Maine.

Not obsessed or lamenting over what we don’t need. Creating shelter for our families. Home grown food. Energy conservation with often local wood heat the norm. An abundance of love to meet that family’s needs in big supply. It all starts and ends with family. Our activities, fun, discipline, nurturing and end all goal is family.

When you live in the fourth lowest crime state, safety concerns are lessened. That anxiety is wiped off the board. Not like that in an urban area where eight out of ten people live these days. The cost to live here is divided by three and four compared to other places too.

Super Sized, The Living Is Home Made, Tasty. Small Pleasures Are The Biggest Ones.

Cheaper Maine real estate is quickly paid off, debt is not a friend or accepted condition either. Lower population because we are further away, insulated from crowds makes it spacious, roomy. So time not wasted stuck in noisy traffic, fearful of gangs, or fighting for space that cities have far too little off.

Go a third of a mile in any direction from a small Maine town and you are in the country. More wildlife than people. Respect for other people’s feelings, property a given. Probably why our insurance protection costs are cut in half and more in Maine too.

Lower population means the people here have a role in the community day to day. Have to step up, get involved. Each and everyone of us would be missed if absent a day.

Our Maine neighbors, family, co-workers and friends check in on us and we do the same with them.

We worry and care for elderly folks that are shut in, not able to drive and make sure they have what they need. It’s Martha, the widow or great aunt down the road in our thoughts. We call and remind her we are heading to the local store, do you need anything or why not come on along thinking. In expensive city living, Martha, who’s Martha? We all need each other in Maine.

Cats Have It Made Like Their Owners Living In Maine.

Less people means less wear and tear on the surroundings too. Lower mileage Maine means the crystal clean pristine lakes, the rolling woodlots and fertile fields are respected by the few that do live here.

Without sounding selfish, maybe I am glad there are less people in Maine. All boils down to the fact too many people would rock the boat. Mess it up. And I am glad the folks who do live here appreciate what we have with mutual respect.

Everything we have we worked for in Maine, it was not handed to us.

Wake up and start your dream in Maine. There is fierce pride in our home towns, our counties and state and deep appreciation for all we do have. Is that the way you are built, wired too? Be part of Maine, the way life should be.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

207.532.6573 | info@mooersrealty.com|

MOOERS REALTY 69 North ST Houlton ME 04730 USA

May 6, 2011