For the first time in the better part of a decade I have been able to actually use my time off from the pay check to advance my personal goals. One of the most interesting to me is that I have been finally been able to sustain 20 minute sessions of standing meditation with my husband. He does way more, but I don’t feel too bad since he’s been doing it for decades and I am just trying to start. I’ve now successfully completed 4 days straight and am encouraged by the experience so far. I know the real test will come when my pay check starts back up and I have to compete for energy, but there are signs that I might be able to find a rhythm that allows me to continue more days than not. I guess we’ll find out soon.
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A shoe is a fountain is a pirate ship! There is an outdoor mall not far from where I live. It is, in most respects, a typical high end mall, generic in almost every way, except for its fountain feature. This shoe is interesting in and of itself, but the thoughtful creativity that goes into their seasonal direction of it is always appreciated. This year I particularly enjoyed how perfectly their Halloween decorations managed to use the visual essence of the piece itself in a manner justifying keeping it longer. In a world where so little attention is given to meaningful details, I’m happy to be reminded that it is still possible.
I’ve never taken an official Rorschach test. I don’t really know anything about them other than the pop culture references that have been ever present throughout my life. I can’t even tell you if the Rorschach test is something that psychiatry finds particularly useful. I do know that, in spite of the fact that I own no Rorschach test kits, I love letting my imagination free on the random “Rorschachs” that I encounter. I find it is a very easy way to check on your current well-being. I haven’t scared myself yet. 😇 * If you want to know more about Rorschach tests, the Encyclopedia Britinnica offers a brief summary here.
One thousand miles away from me today, there sits a huge bear made of straw with its straw pumpkin friend. 1000 miles away from me today, there is a woman who loves me enough to have shared it with me. I don’t care how old you are. If you come from a loving home, it is never easy to be far away from loved ones. We are lucky to live in a moment where direct and instantaneous communication is possible. We should work harder to use that technology to spread our love, not our hate.
Today was supposed to have been a day without work. It was supposed to be a day of relaxation and recuperation after a very intense moment. Today was not that kind of day. In the end it wasn’t a horrible day. It was just another day. For some reason that feels somehow worse, but I can’t put my finger on exactly what it could be. I think as I age my rebelliousness turns its attention to apathy and waste. Maybe I can use today’s apathy to fuel a great weekend?
Some days are easier than others. They just flow into a rhythm that gives the impression you have no responsibility in any of it. Today has not been one of those kind of days. In fact I have them rarely over the last few years. But, seeing red doesn’t always have to signify a crisis. Sometimes it can be just seeing the colors of life that just happen to be red.
This photograph reminds me that the framing of a thing really does change how we perceive something. I’ve walked by this tree countless times over the last decade and never once did this part of it come into focus. I framed what I saw, but will leave you to your own thoughts on this framing.
The last few years, we’ve had more cloudy days than not in my tiny bubble in the world. Judging from the quantity and variety of mushrooms, it seems that, coupled with an elevated number of dead or dying trees, you get a paradise for these little fungi. Because they are everywhere lately, I’m becoming moderately obsessed with trying to capture their many faces. These little guys seem to have avoided the digestive tract of the local deer so we can start to see their fall drying process.
I’m not an architect. I do not manage any buildings. Essentially I am no expert in the business of building or maintaining buildings so I couldn’t say for sure that the floating ceiling tile re-purposing shown here was not done by an architect. I can, however, say with certitude that somewhere along the line someone mis-understood the space use here. Vivre la créativité des êtres humaines! We are never so ingenious as when we are moderately uncomfortable.
When I walk now, I have a tendency to keep my head down. I don’t mean this in a humble sort of way. It was, for a long time, a practical thing. The arthritis made me weaker and off balance. Tripping over an unseen obstacle could result in a fall, a fall for which I could not brace. Quite simply it meant more pain. I have to remember that I can look up sometimes. I can enjoy the simpler things that become available when I am not living in constant fear of that fall. And if I do break, better to have lived well before it happened. We’ll see how it goes.