Simple Abundance 8/6-8/11
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8/6 Mother Nuture (written 8/8)
Getting in touch with the patterns and joys of nature is vital to our well-being.
Even if you're![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mangosteen who twitches uncontrollably at the thought of being surrounded by Trees, you will still enjoy farmers market produce and sitting outside on a nice day.
On this day, my nature/nuture was fed with puppy licks, checking on my now-empty robin's nest, helping mom count the bloom clusters on her blue hydrangea, and finding the intense clouds on the drive home reflect a rich, lush, glow, in even the scrub along the interstate.
Never forget to stop and sniff the flowers. if you're a buffoon like myself and have an audience, make loud, audible snorts. First they'll laugh, then they'll smell the flowers, which will hopefully cheer them even more.
8/7 As long as your dog still loves you
The healing power of pets. A lot of folks will describe at length how much life sucks right now, but remind themselves they have puppies, kitties, fishies or ferrets to look after. Not that fish are all that caring, but they are enjoyable to look at. (I would love to start up a tank again, maybeelectriccat will help me out once I reestablish a good spot for fishes in my house.) As for mammals, I usually manage to cuddle someone else's pets at least once a week.
8/8 Living in the past
Today she waxes on the joys of antiquing. Not only am I missing Pennsic right now (and wearing my amber in honor of it), but I am missing Central New York's Antique Week. Then again, gala antique expos are for the hard-core types with money to burn. A shame I didn't nab a stereogram (?) when I first discovered them at age 9. My uticans still find rough diamonds all the time, and seem to still be making a profit through eBay, which reminds me, mom wants a copper fish mold (for aspic and stuff), and I keep getting outbid. If I ever get one at my preferred price, it will be my first eBay purchase. Woo.
8/9 Honor gifts as love (written 8/9)
discerning personal gifts is essential to harmony, being who you are supposed to be and stuff. be true to your gifts.
Waxing philosophical about the Lucasian Force, which she believes is the Force of Love.
It turned out to be midichlorians.
But that ends the day on too cynical a note.
Lately, lots of processing per love and the loss-of-self that results from obsession. I know obsession goes away eventually, and that it's an ornery little bastard and won't be easily deterred. That part of my brain thinks circles around the rest. (If only it would make itself useful somehow.) So I have to figure out how to endure the obsession time without forsaking my ego or neglecting my friendships, including the friendship with my object, and get so hung up I forget to be nice to it, or forgive it for human error, since the all-powerful, all-knowing OBJECT knows exactly what it's doing to me, right? When I stop being a two-year-old about things, the once-again-merely-a-person hopefully will still even want to be my friend.
Of my previous obsessions, only one is back in my life, and as a friend at that. Although, I might have to kill him for not making sure his flight would get him back in time for the cirque show date he ok'd.
Anyway, back to working on being me.
8/10 Come when you are called (written 8/10)
What is my calling? Do I keep missing opportunities to follow it?
So far, according to the 5 questions I asked in a recent post, people think I have a chance at being a writer/artist type.
Perhaps the opportunities have come, and I've avoided them for fear of having my life sucked out of me a laprog. Certainly I've seen ideas that never made it out of my head become goldmines, or at least notoriety, for others. I wish I felt so obviously pulled in any one direction, but perhaps it's just not that obvious. Prog just happened to say "Sure, I'll do another book" before he could stop himself.
Ok, a sketchbook goes with me to Providence. Then again, I've been meaning to do watercolors for 2 weeks now and haven't done even one.
8/11 No wet blankets (written 8/11)
A friend in college had the personal motto: "cut your losses". At the time I felt this was callous and evil. I've since reached a point where I understand how appropriate it is, even though I still have an extremely hard time following it myself.
You're no good to anyone if you are constantly demoralized by your alleged support structures. Try to remember to ask yourself if you're enduring needless pain. Some folks are sneaky manipulative about it. "You have so much potential except for your obvious personality flaws..." Some folks always point out your progress, however minute. Thus far, the latter folks seem to be better people. I want to be more like them. That requires spending enough time watching their good examples with myself and others, and learning how they gracefully deal with the sort of people who only compound my bitterness.
Getting in touch with the patterns and joys of nature is vital to our well-being.
Even if you're
mangosteen who twitches uncontrollably at the thought of being surrounded by Trees, you will still enjoy farmers market produce and sitting outside on a nice day. On this day, my nature/nuture was fed with puppy licks, checking on my now-empty robin's nest, helping mom count the bloom clusters on her blue hydrangea, and finding the intense clouds on the drive home reflect a rich, lush, glow, in even the scrub along the interstate.
Never forget to stop and sniff the flowers. if you're a buffoon like myself and have an audience, make loud, audible snorts. First they'll laugh, then they'll smell the flowers, which will hopefully cheer them even more.
8/7 As long as your dog still loves you
The healing power of pets. A lot of folks will describe at length how much life sucks right now, but remind themselves they have puppies, kitties, fishies or ferrets to look after. Not that fish are all that caring, but they are enjoyable to look at. (I would love to start up a tank again, maybe
electriccat will help me out once I reestablish a good spot for fishes in my house.) As for mammals, I usually manage to cuddle someone else's pets at least once a week. 8/8 Living in the past
Today she waxes on the joys of antiquing. Not only am I missing Pennsic right now (and wearing my amber in honor of it), but I am missing Central New York's Antique Week. Then again, gala antique expos are for the hard-core types with money to burn. A shame I didn't nab a stereogram (?) when I first discovered them at age 9. My uticans still find rough diamonds all the time, and seem to still be making a profit through eBay, which reminds me, mom wants a copper fish mold (for aspic and stuff), and I keep getting outbid. If I ever get one at my preferred price, it will be my first eBay purchase. Woo.
8/9 Honor gifts as love (written 8/9)
discerning personal gifts is essential to harmony, being who you are supposed to be and stuff. be true to your gifts.
Waxing philosophical about the Lucasian Force, which she believes is the Force of Love.
It turned out to be midichlorians.
But that ends the day on too cynical a note.
Lately, lots of processing per love and the loss-of-self that results from obsession. I know obsession goes away eventually, and that it's an ornery little bastard and won't be easily deterred. That part of my brain thinks circles around the rest. (If only it would make itself useful somehow.) So I have to figure out how to endure the obsession time without forsaking my ego or neglecting my friendships, including the friendship with my object, and get so hung up I forget to be nice to it, or forgive it for human error, since the all-powerful, all-knowing OBJECT knows exactly what it's doing to me, right? When I stop being a two-year-old about things, the once-again-merely-a-person hopefully will still even want to be my friend.
Of my previous obsessions, only one is back in my life, and as a friend at that. Although, I might have to kill him for not making sure his flight would get him back in time for the cirque show date he ok'd.
Anyway, back to working on being me.
8/10 Come when you are called (written 8/10)
What is my calling? Do I keep missing opportunities to follow it?
So far, according to the 5 questions I asked in a recent post, people think I have a chance at being a writer/artist type.
Perhaps the opportunities have come, and I've avoided them for fear of having my life sucked out of me a la
prog. Certainly I've seen ideas that never made it out of my head become goldmines, or at least notoriety, for others. I wish I felt so obviously pulled in any one direction, but perhaps it's just not that obvious. Prog just happened to say "Sure, I'll do another book" before he could stop himself. Ok, a sketchbook goes with me to Providence. Then again, I've been meaning to do watercolors for 2 weeks now and haven't done even one.
8/11 No wet blankets (written 8/11)
A friend in college had the personal motto: "cut your losses". At the time I felt this was callous and evil. I've since reached a point where I understand how appropriate it is, even though I still have an extremely hard time following it myself.
You're no good to anyone if you are constantly demoralized by your alleged support structures. Try to remember to ask yourself if you're enduring needless pain. Some folks are sneaky manipulative about it. "You have so much potential except for your obvious personality flaws..." Some folks always point out your progress, however minute. Thus far, the latter folks seem to be better people. I want to be more like them. That requires spending enough time watching their good examples with myself and others, and learning how they gracefully deal with the sort of people who only compound my bitterness.
