Notes:
- Image Source: jaimejustelaphoto.
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
So odd and yet somehow charming…
It is!
yes. when worlds collide and innocence and curiosity rule.
and nature…
I’m becoming more aware of my breath — how often I don’t feel lightly when I feel deeply. When outside forces assault — my breath staggers tight.
On the outside, I’m poised.
On the inside — I’m not coping lightly and it’s a wonder I get any oxygen at all.
Watching teenagers move from the warm clutch of my hand to the flat of my open palm often causes this tension. I stare down at the strange, little amazing creature who is still holding onto my hair — and stop breathing as I hear the plans for a jump…
Beautiful stated and written Catherine.
WOW! This is amazing photograph… So lovely, it is really 🙂 Thanks and Love, nia
It is Nia. I was spellbound when I first saw it.
I agree with Lori, it’s ugly and cute at the same time.
Curious …. 😉
omg!
that is where Sniffy went!
Ha!
Lovely. And brings beautiful memories. We used to have these little ones around our terrace in Uganda. They would climb on my head and redo my hair with their little fingers. Lightly, indeed.
I wasn’t sure it was real at first. With so much photoshopping going on. And then concluded, no matter what loved it anyway. Uganda – what a wonderful life of travels and experiences you have had Helen.
cute. very cute!
From the same novel – a quote that reminds me to go forward, lightly.
“One third, more or less, of all the sorrow that the person I think I am must endure is unavoidable. It is the sorrow inherent in the human condition, the price we must pay for being sentient and self-conscious organisms, aspirants to liberation, but subject to the laws of nature and under orders to keep on marching, through irreversible time, through a world wholly indifferent to our well-being, toward decrepitude and the certainty of death. The remaining two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.”
― Aldous Huxley, Island
Wow. I had not heard this quite before. Powerful. Thanks for sharing Elizabeth