And perhaps more importantly I guess, is giving thanks that I have those things to be thankful for.
This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays. — Douglas Adams
I read this Douglas Adams’ quote recently and had something of an “aha” moment.
Thursday — not the start of the week when I’m energetic and ticking things off lists like there’s no tomorrow, and not quite the end, when I can convince myself that what’s left on the list can wait until next week. A day of shuffling ideas rather than giving any of them form.
Today is more Thursday-ish than usual since my time has been rather pleasantly bent out of its usual shape by last week’s impromptu trip to Melbourne.
But, to quote from Douglas Adams again:
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
I enjoy music, but mostly it is like a movie soundtrack — fitted around the essentially visual and verbal story of my life.
Occasionally though, I guess the genre slips, and the normally low-budget indy film I think I’m making out of life briefly becomes a musical.
Troy, by Sinead O’Connor, is the song that plays over a very specific scene where the heroine starts out quietly contemplating the complexities of her life, before making a momentous decision (which she will have reneged on by the time she gets home).
My dear friend Sarah at Art Expedition is hosting 30 Days, 30 Songs for the month of June. You can see her latest post here.
“For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.” — Douglas Adams
Loving technology today.
“The flower is the moment that we live … The most beautiful moment.” Image: Su Leslie, 2017
A plant has a circle. The seed becomes a plant which has a flower … it transforms into a fruit and the fruit drops. There’s another seed and the seed grows again. This is a circle. The flower is the moment that we live. The most beautiful moment of the circle. The most beautiful moment.— Alex Atala, chef.
The road-bumps my family’s been experiencing lately show no signs of disappearing, and it looks as though travelling a new, more difficult road might be the new normal — at least for a while.
If I sound cryptic, then my apologies. Some stories are not really mine to share, even though I’m a character in them.
It is amazing though, how having to raise my head to new horizons also allows me to appreciate much more the simple beauty around me.
I heard the quote above on Chef’s Table last night and was moved almost to tears.
Here it is in context:
Blue thistle. Image: Su Leslie, 2017. Edited with Snapseed and Stackables.
It’s odd how the brain makes leaps when you need it to.
Fellow blogger Gallivanta at Silkannthreades, sent me this link (Community Spirit, at The Mundanity of it All) about a community rallying around to help an elderly woman, recently widowed, prepare her house for sale. It’s a story about people engaged in everyday goodness, and I’m sure many (hopefully most) of us could tell a similar story.
Because despite the very real, very scary things that are happening in our world, everyday life for many of us is at least sprinkled with kindness. With a desire for positive, even if fleeting, connections with others.
And oddly, that’s where the blue thistle comes in. All those individual flowers separated from the others on the surface, are of course joined at the centre, and wouldn’t survive without that connection. Nor would the plant as a whole survive without the individual flowers reaching outwards.
Maybe that is something we need to remember. That no matter how much we grow out and in our own direction, we all spring from the same heart. It’s both what feeds us, and makes us meaningful.
Written for Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge at Lens and Pens by Sally
A change of direction, and an unknown path. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
When I was a child, my parents had a very clear path mapped out for my life; university, profession, marriage, children.
Although I’ve reached some of those way-points, I’ve done so by following — sometimes just stumbling across — very different pathways to those that my parents envisaged.
Safe, flat, easy terrain. A clear path, but perhaps not the right one. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
For many years now, I’ve been navigating a series of trails called “motherhood.” I’ve fallen over quite a lot and got lost far too many times, but when I look back, it’s with some sense of achievement.
Now that the boy-child has left home, those trails are less and less meaningful, and I need a new direction.
Unsure what’s round the corner. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
I’m not sure what path 2017 will take me down. I’m not even sure there will be an actual route — I may have to make my own. I’m pretty sure I’ll stumble around, complain loudly about not having a map, and I will certainly lose my way sometimes.
But I hope that whatever path I make, it takes me to places where I can live simply and do good. But most of all, I intend to enjoy the walk.
A clearing in the woods, but maybe no path. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
A contribution to the Daily Post Photo Challenge on the theme of path.
In Thinking it Through, Tony Watkins asks
What do you give to the person who has everything? Probably the greatest gift would be the ability to live with a little less. Far more than any consumer addition, they will treasure the ability to be free.
A single plum ripening on my tree.
The quote is from a piece called “Living with a little less”, and it’s stuck in my head for the last week or so; becoming a lens through which I see more clearly the things that are going on in my life at the moment; from de-cluttering my house, to planning meals around what’s ripe in my garden, to the way I am looking at tv advertising, politics, the environment … even trying to improve my health can be understood as living with a little less … of me.
Much of Watkins’ piece is about the process of design, suggesting that good design can be either additive—beginning with the core of form or function and adding what is needed to achieve that; or subtractive—starting with the outer limits and taking away everything that isn’t needed to achieve the design goal. (Thinking it through, p. 16)
One of the things I relish about Tony Watkins’ writing is the way ideas move so fluidly—from comment on architecture to the observation that:
The powerful philosophy of the consumer society moves us into an additive mode of thinking, but even the wealthy reach a point where they feel the need to have a garage sale.
In global terms, I am one of the wealthy—and now it’s time for my garage sale.
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