Showing posts with label looking closer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label looking closer. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

priorities and looking that grey sky square in the face

found HERE ***
This has been on my mind lately. The idea that if something is important to you, you will make time for it (within reason of course). When someone says they don't have time for a thing or a person really what that means deep down is that they don't care enough about it to make a space for it in their life.

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Lately I feel strongly about being honest.

About living in reality.

If I want something, I want to be honest with myself about WHY I want it. And then I can make the best most informed decision about it. Or if at a specific moment in time I need to go completely by feel, I will see that need, admit it, give myself permission and then go for it.

What I don't want to do is tell myself that something is a good decision when it isn't.

Or tell myself that I don't really want that thing anyway, when really I do want it. Desperately maybe. I want to admit that want, even if I know I wont get the thing I'm after. Pretending to not have the desire will only confuse things further.


I am currently sitting in a McDonald's (it was the closest place with wifi) drinking coffee and waiting for the breaks on my car to be repaired. Hopefully it will be finished in time for me to make my noon yoga class. Hope your day is full of productivity and clarity.

~s

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

a closer look...

at moss

snippets and a brick wall

“You don’t have to always be fine.”
“Yes I do”
“You really don’t. I promise”
A melancholy mood descends…

After a bit of a dark moment yesterday I decided that the thing to do was to focus on the very small. So after work I went out side with my camera and looked closely at things. I tried to look at them differently. To see the beauty and interest that comes from when you look from another angel.
There are very few things
as beautiful as moss

Do not grieve too much for me,
the part of me who will be dead
it is good she will be gone.

I will feel the hole that remains at her leaving.
but I can give her up

for something more
(for you, or an idea that will never stop inspiring)


few things are as lovley as a brick wall covered in ivy
that has lived through more years then i have