Do you have a route you frequently drive or walk? An example would be the commute to work. You acknowledge where you are going, jump into your car, shut the doors, buckle the seat belt, turn on the car, put it into drive or reverse depending on how you parked the day before, then start on your journey. You know your destination or at least may have a clue on how to get there with the assistance of a GPS, a memorized route or written down instructions. You proceed down the highways and side streets based on the location of your destination, and before you know it you are either at your destination or snarled in traffic waiting to move forward to your final goal.
Have you ever passed an empty playground? I have. Ones that are empty due to the time of day, time of year, or just empty due to the passage of time, the departure of families and distractions of modern life.
This blog was originally intended to reflect on the moments of life and to be more mindful of each interaction, each memory-making scene from the short span of time we are given on this world.
In railing against the ebb and flow of modern crazy-busy schedules, sometimes it is time to put our feet up (for those who are able) to sit and ponder. The immediate visual, as this is written, is to look down at our shoes, sneakers, flip-flops, boot et al and imagine them perched nicely upon a rail…deck, fence, porch, or guard rails made of wood, plastic or metal.
Being “somewhat” analytical, I want to see the results of any process…and generally want to see them NOW.
I was convicted today by a simple phrase in a blog I follow: “It’s only human to want results, and to want them yesterday. But if you’re only focused on the end result, you miss the beauty that’s in the process.” (http://www.magicaldaydream.com/2017/02/balloon-collage.html )
So, I am putting aside my desire for immediate results and am focusing on the joy of the process …
Have an inspirational day!
Our lives are a kaleidoscope of memories, thoughts, experiences and built-in instinct. And of all of those only instinct might actually be shared between people. Continue reading “Kaleidoscopic Memory”
Being one who has been blessed by home and hearth, waking up to a snow-covered world is wondrous. The stillness engendered by the blanket of white is refreshing to normal cacophony of sounds we generate every minute of every day. Living in the south, where snow is an unexpected guest (some consider it a welcomed guest, others a guest best seen on a postcard), the silence is even more profound. As every normal human busy-ness activity is ground to a halt.
There is a strong belief that the phrase “Just the facts, ma’am” originated on a radio then television program called “Dragnet.” The program was authored and starred Jack Webb and though the quote sounds to be something his “Joe Friday” character would espouse, it is actually not from the show. Continue reading ““Just the facts, ma’am””
We are creatures who have built in a set of blinders to everything.
What a generalization! It begs for quick messages of dispute and disagreement but let me try to explain.
Sometimes life’s events make us “grow up” too quickly. We forget, never experience or lose the joy of play. Life takes it’s tolls and the light-heartedness that accompanies play is discarded in order to survive.
But it’s never too late. Continue reading “Adulthood”