A fragment of thought
fluttered into the light,
lit on my finger,
rested long enough
to pen this little muse.
Fluttering away into
the cool night air,
I could only wish it well.
“Words are but pictures of our thoughts”
~ John Dryden, poet
(1631 ~ 1700)
Ambition to live the life
we were given
put on the wayside
when confronted with style,
images and must do’s.
If we do not measure up
then we chance to
forget our own courage
and desire for independence.
Independence of thought,
of action
of belief
in life as we see it.
And so we climb
into that suit of armour
that fits us best and
take the direction of our choice
despite pitfalls that may be in our path.
“We never know how high we are
Till we are called rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.”
~ Emily Dickinson, Aspiration
yarn and crocheted little bits
ideas floating in my brain.
woollen decorations?
will that ever happen?
maybe…..
they could be felted ~
You-tube here I come.
another brilliant thought -
start each of many projects
with my vision in mind.
pressure to be done on time and perfectly ~
kicked to the curb!
chunking each project,
finish one section at a time to
open my play time for creativity and shopping.
“Almost all creativity requires purposeful play.”
~ Abraham Maslow
There are days when everything clicks along from the time eyes open, this wasn’t one of them. It was deceitful. Eyes opened, morning moved along to breakfast and then it was time for a nap…..a long one. When I thought about it, the last several days had been busy. Keeping me on my toes whether I wanted to or not. It happens to everyone. How many know when to stop and just breathe - or take a nap. Listen to body and mind. Many of us have an old message on repeat play that says ‘You’re lazy’ or ‘Get the work done and quickly!’ Even if it’s the weekend or retired. So changing the message becomes the challenge. Giving permission for time for some ‘me time’ and then taking it. Our futures just may depend on it!
“When you rest, you catch your breath
and it holds you up, like water wings….”
~ Anne Lamott
p.s. After I had rested, I finished the laundry……and some other things on my to do list.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a red squirrel perched on a branch thick as my arm.
From a corner of her mind,
the wisp of a thought
curled along synapses
behind her eyes.
The squirrel knows when to pause.
Do our minds know that tactic?
Are they merely rest stops for ideas?
“Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.”
~ Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex
Toddler Troubles
Never, never, never, never!!!!!!! She stamped her little feet and then plopped down on the cold wet tiles of the patio. Her mother had called her to come in to put away toys she left strewn all over the living room. Stella did not want to come in the house. It was summer! She had her brand new bathing suit on. It was her favourite colour. Turquoise with a beautiful white unicorn rearing up to the sky. If she went in, her mother would make her take it off! She’d been playing, happy as the little birds on the fence, in the squishy pink and purple wading pool in their postage stamp back yard.
If she could have formed a coherent thought at the time, she would have said quite calmly that she was not done playing outside yet. She would be in shortly. Her toys were very patient, unlike her mothers quite irrational demands. They did not want to be shut up in the toy box.
But Stella was only four and only had the insight of a four year old. And a very limited vocabulary.
“You can learn many things from children. How much
patience you have,
for instance.
~ Franklin P. Adams
Which leaf?
Which branch?
Maybe a twig?
“Soon you will be dead and none of it will matter.”
~ Marcus Aurelius, Meditations: A New Translation
Energy is not always available
vanishing secretly
when running in the wind
Energy is not always available
still sleeping
when morning light opens my eyes
Energy is not always available
drained away
after a good day’s work is done
Energy is always available
for a thought
for an idea
for a smile
“The energy of the mind is the essence of life.”
~ Aristotle, The Philosophy of Aristotle
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