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
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
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)
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:
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…]
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:
(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.
Source: Stuffandsonenterprises