That writing is like ice cream. Some you like. Some you don’t.
Feb7
It occured to me
That writing is like ice cream. Some you like. Some you don’t.
That writing is like ice cream. Some you like. Some you don’t.
“Life is inherently risky. There is only one big risk you should avoid at all costs, and that is the risk of doing nothing.” ~Denis Waitley
The human heart is so easily broken. All it takes is one unjustified surprise to break it. Hearts can destroy just as easy as build. It’s wonder how one heart can even exist in a world of pain.
Sometimes our own fear takes over and it seems nothing is working.
The remedy: Stop the thinking. Detach and be very objective. Get a good nights sleep, get quiet, be very good to yourself and your knowing will kick in. Knowing the next step and the restoration of your peace of mind
Mountains of Colorful Cats.
Tiny Itty Bitty Cats.
Cats that run and Jiggle.
Stand on their heads and Wiggle.
Upside down Tricks and Dancing Brown Kittens.
There’s happy Cats.
There’s snoozy Cats.
Cats that chase butterfly’s.
Cats that flip upside down.
Cats that like toys.
Cats with long fur and short fur.
Cats are quiet.
You can’t hear them walking.
Talking Cats.
Running up a tree Cat.
Spying on birds Cats.
I love Cats that nap in the sun.
I love Cats that play with bunnies.
I love Cats with cold noses.
I love Cats and they love me.
There are occasions that all of us played a part in the blame for something. Our part in the blaming event has become hidden in forgetting what we did with whom. We cannot recall the events or actions of the time. Or maybe we have gone into denial of what was actually done.
It is helpful to be aware that an error in judgment or misunderstanding is more about choosing the wrong option at the time. As soon as you realize this it is your opportunity to change direction. Perhaps you are partly to blame. If so, admit it. At that moment you make the choice not to repeat the same mistake again.
If you make the choice not to repeat the same mistake and slip up, take heart and keep trying. You will succeed.
Happy trying.
Once upon a time there was a little brown bear. His name was Henry. Henry loved to spend his days in the Spring flower beds. He would pick pink, green, yellow and blue flowers for his Mom. His Mom loved every flower Henry brought home. Henry found honeycomb with sweet honey. The honey spilled on his chin. Mom brought the honeycomb home for a sweet treat. Henry counts butterfly’s. One, Two, Three. Oh, one landed on his nose. Gentle butterfly. A ladybug sits on a green leaf and wavers hello to Henry. “Hello” says Henry. It’s time for bed. Mom has made a soft bed of pillows and toys. “Good nite Henry, I love you.” said Mom. “Good nite Mom, I love you too Mom.” said Henry. He fell fast asleep.
Here in New York City we haven’t had much of a winter. Not that I am complaining because we have had our share of bad winters. I’m sure we will have more normal winters but this year the jet steam has favored us. I noticed that the little green buds are already out on the bushes, crocus are already blooming and the trees are shedding winter and the wind is blowing the old winter air away. The weekend we turn the clocks forward.
Spring is here again. Time for new beginnings and happy endings. It’s time to start something new. To begin anew one must start small. Really small and build upon that. Like walking a little extra to move those tired bones. Swing those arms to get the blood flowing. Don’t worry about looking foolish, in fact, others will follow your lead.
Have you ever noticed, as soon as the weather gets nice, tons of people are out. Walking, running, biking, dog walking, shopping, chatting, gardening, car washing, deeply breathing in and out.
So get outside and do outside stuff. Before it rains.
Happy Spring.
Once upon a time there was a cat named Moe
He took a ride on a boat to row
Off to China to find his friend Crow
After much adieu from friends and foe
Moe took off and the wind did blow
Moe found Crow in China’s grotto
Crow said Moe I don’t want to go
Moe was sad and bid bye to his bro
See you soon pal at the next road show
Don’t feel low if your friend is a so and so
Go to the diner and get a sloppy Joe
Moe is happy he didn’t have to undergo
Anymore woe from his ex-friend Crow
Who ended up being a real Joe blow
Moe went home with a row, row, row
Back to friends and foe
Where’s Crow they wanted to know
He refused to come back woe, woe, woe
It’s better this way I know
Better to let go of long ago
Time to outgrow the status quo
Change is good from head to toe
Wanna make my life a picture show
And not hold back from electric glow
Just like Santa with a Ho, Ho, Ho
I will move forward with streamline flow
It occurred to me today that we waste too much time dealing with other peoples stuff. What I mean by stuff is other peoples power plays and attitudes. At times there will be several people who are at you for their own reasons and those reasons are hidden from view so they can’t be read. That’s stinky stuff. The hidden incognito stuff that you can feel but is disguised by some attitude or power play. For example, someone in your office decides you are not doing your job good enough (because their hidden agenda is jealousy) so this person rouses the powers that be and you are under the microscope. How should you respond? Respond with the facts, keep your cool and stick to your own stuff. Don’t be dragged into the drama. It’s hard to do but as we live day to day there are plenty of chances to practice.
You can do it. Don’t give up. And remember, as the saying goes, if someone is trying to drag you down, know that you are already above them.
Here’s an art activity I had fun with.
Find a Stone and Change It In Some Way
I might have mentioned I have a very big dog. His name is Rocky and he is half Labrador and half Rottweiler. He is also 123 pounds and three years old. Needless to say he’s a handful.
So, everyday, about two times per day if I can make it we go to the dog park in Long Island City. That’s the rich part of town and just about everyone has a dog. This park is right on the Hudson River. This area has about 12,000 square feet of dirt and gravel and has been a dog park for about five years. It’s beautiful there but the NYC development has taken it over to make affordable housing. In the meantime we still go there.
There are tons of rocks in all sizes and colors. I chose a fairly big one. Its about six pounds and shaped something like a triangle. However, when I washed it I saw that it was stippled and streaked with green, gray, beige and black colors. Perhaps this rock is from ancient times hidden in the ground until a bulldozer brought it up. I wonder where and how long this rock had been there. I could feel how it was in the earth. This stone has majesty and life. I was stunned to feel nature. It is so rare I get to be in nature that I am reminded of how much I miss in nature by living in the city. I looked really hard at the stone and thought how I would change it. That’s when I saw a face. I took my black magic marker and made a face. This had to have been the simplest art I have ever done. Much to my amazement it looks like a Roman Emperor. I think its Marcus Aurelius. He ruled Rome from 161 to 180 AD. I have read the book “Meditations” that was put together from his diary. It reminds me of the now ancient ruins in Rome. It reminds me of when I was about 8 and in the building were we lived there was a gigantic pink beige rock in my backyard. I would wonder if it came from dinosaur time and wonder how it got there. No one knew where it came from. It was a real mystery. This lead me to remember how I would look up in the summer sky with my friend Billy and we would ask serious questions as to where the stars came from. We were so young and so wondrous ourselves. We never did answer those questions but it was so much fun to ask. It never occurred to us to ask an adult these questions. Because both of us knew our families would just be annoyed. His father was an alcoholic and his mother co dependent and Billie ended up marrying an alcoholic woman and had four kids last I heard many years ago. His mother could cook. She was Spanish and her husband was German. She would follow her husband all over creation picking him up at every bar in town. But her food was fantastic. Sometimes my mother would make lasagna and Billie’s mom would make chicken and rice and they would exchange dishes. We would visit each other by going over the roof. We lived in side-by-side 6 families; three story buildings and each of us lived on the third floor. We lost touch many years ago. These faded memories are some of the good ones.
The stone is strong, stoic and sees time moving by. The stone will live on for a very long time. I’m not sure if I’ll return the stone to the park. It makes a really good paperweight.
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FEEL FREE - just sharing what moves through me
Slow down, stitch and enjoy the creative process
...making the business of marketing and licensing for creators understandable, achievable and affordable.
My art, writing and mental health stuff. Hope it helps.
The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.
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