This morning it rained.
This afternoon it is sunny.
How is that not like the mind?
~ Michael Kewley, May all beings be happy
Sources: Quote – Some of my best friends are birds. Photo: Your Eyes Blaze Out
How?
July 1, 2016 by 31 Comments
I’m thinkin’
June 8, 2016 by 32 Comments
For I need to know precisely this one thing:
am I feeling what I am feeling,
or am I feeling what I wanted to feel?
or am I feeling what I would need to feel?
— Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.
Notes: Quote: The Vale of Soul Making. Photo: Scandebergs (via this isn’t happiness)
Lift it. Lift it way up.
November 10, 2015 by 14 Comments
My mood suddenly lifted.
The day was crisp and bright,
the atmosphere quivering with life,
like the translucent strands of a rare aquatic species
with long, flowing tentacles,
lappets flowing vertically from a jellyfish’s bell.
Would that human energy could materialize in such a way.
I imagine such strands waving horizontally
from the edges of my black coat.
~ Patti Smith, M Train
Notes:
- Photo: Swimming Sideways by Raul Gonzales
- Related Patti Smith Post: I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world.
Walking Cross-Town. Waxing and Waning.
July 3, 2015 by 18 Comments
It’s Tuesday. 6 am.
The Metro-North train arrives at Grand Central.
I’m walking across town.
It’s there.
I’m, Unstoppable.
Today. It’s back.
The energy geyser bursting from the Center.
The Possibilities? Endless.
Hope? Springs eternal.
Mystery source? Soul. Powered. Soulerpowered.*
Other days.
The cauldron bubbles.
The witches’ brew stews.
Lethargy. Worry. Anxiety. Fatigue. Doubt.
Fully Present, in a Civil War of One.
It? It’s just not there.
William James had a bead on it. The Human energizing. The sum-total of activities. Some outer. Some inner. Some muscular. Some emotional. Some moral. Some spiritual. The waxing and waning in himself he is at times so well aware. How to keep it an appreciable maximum? How not to let the level lapse? That is the great problem.
I feel this lapsing.
Mr. Miyagi’s Wax On, Wax off. [Read more…]
3:00 am. On top. Or under.
July 1, 2014 by 10 Comments
The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
~ Beau Taplin, the hours between
Notes:
- Poem Source – Living in Maine. Painting by Harding Meyer @ hardingmeyer.
- Related Post: Welcome to 4:00 am.
Sunday ends at 4:13 pm
March 3, 2013 by 19 Comments
(Note to Self: Hmmmmmmm.)
Here are some excerpts from a Dailymail.co.uk article titled: When the weekend ends: 4:13pm on Sunday is when we get the blues ahead of the working week.
- Anxiety about the working week ahead officially starts at 4.13pm on a Sunday, according to a poll.
- Four out of ten adults admit that their Sunday is spent feeling anxious and full of dread.
- The mild sense of depression begins half way through the afternoon and continues into the evening.
- Some 44 per cent of us are jealous of our colleagues’ weekend escapades – not helped by the fact that 75 per cent of us don’t bother to leave the house on Sundays.
- Sundays should be a day to relax and enjoy the last of the weekend break but the results show that people are instead spending their Sundays thinking about work for the week ahead, so they are the most dreaded day of the week. [Read more…]
