The funny part of me wants to say the meadow was on my plate a short time ago! Fresh baked scones, egg frittata, and bacon. 😁
The less funny part is aware that the meadow is inside... the eternal summer (Camus?) wrote about.
From Bring Me the Rhinoceros by John Tarrant:
If you are used to living in a small room and suddenly discover a wide meadow, you might feel unsafe. Everyone thinks that they want happiness, but they might not. They might rather keep their stories about who they are and about what is impossible.
Being in the meadow is an incredible feeling of freedom. I am not carrying the weight of the world... and neither is anybody else. There is a higher power and I am not it.
I love the lyric I shared yesterday from Resilient by Rising Appalachia: "My father taught me that I'm a speck of dust and this world was made for me so let's go and try our luck."
I also shared a Rolf Gates quote recently about -- an awareness that we control nothing, yet must take full responsibility for our actions.
Nia looked up aphorism to make sure we had the correct definition in mind. We were tickled by the definition -- pithy observation. Pithy is a word I learned years ago and I was surprised by its meaning. I assumed a negative connotation -- the dictionary taught me otherwise: Pithy = Concise and forcefully expressive
Yes, I remember as a kid seeing my dads crocus patch blooming. As for rhubarb, I would steal a stalk every now and then from the neighbor. Boy was that tart lol. Weekend blessings to you.
Where is that meadow?
The funny part of me wants to say the meadow was on my plate a short time ago! Fresh baked scones, egg frittata, and bacon. 😁
The less funny part is aware that the meadow is inside... the eternal summer (Camus?) wrote about.
From Bring Me the Rhinoceros by John Tarrant:
If you are used to living in a small room and suddenly discover a wide meadow, you might feel unsafe. Everyone thinks that they want happiness, but they might not. They might rather keep their stories about who they are and about what is impossible.
Funny parts is Good Parts. 😁
Rumi wrote: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”
That has a meadowish feel for me.
Being in the meadow is an incredible feeling of freedom. I am not carrying the weight of the world... and neither is anybody else. There is a higher power and I am not it.
Learning about being “right sized” is not unlike being offered a key for the lock that keeps us in chains.
Yes!!!
I love the lyric I shared yesterday from Resilient by Rising Appalachia: "My father taught me that I'm a speck of dust and this world was made for me so let's go and try our luck."
I also shared a Rolf Gates quote recently about -- an awareness that we control nothing, yet must take full responsibility for our actions.
Thanks Gary.
A great lyric, and aphorism as well.
Nia looked up aphorism to make sure we had the correct definition in mind. We were tickled by the definition -- pithy observation. Pithy is a word I learned years ago and I was surprised by its meaning. I assumed a negative connotation -- the dictionary taught me otherwise: Pithy = Concise and forcefully expressive
LOVE the field of flowers, Gail! Sravani's technique suits you!
Now I need to get some liquid watercolors like Sravani was using. So vibrant!
A spectacular meadow indeed! Love this “Nick!”
Well done Typist/Paintist!
Poetry:
Green Grass Meadow by Broken Pieces
The green grass meadow where I go to play,
A place where I can take my fears away.
A place where the sun always shines brightly,
And the grass kisses my skin ever so slightly.
The beautiful flowers brightly in bloom,
I don’t have to worry about the coming doom.
The sky so brightly blue above,
It makes me feel so in love.
Here in the meadow I am not alone,
Because here with me are my friends I call home.
Together we lay in the grass having fun,
Pointing at clouds and admiring the sun.
Thank you for the poem Bobby! And for your generous appreciation. 💜
Beautiful splash of colors. A meadow of rainbows that dance in the breeze. Wishful thinking where you are isn't it? I hear anyways.
It’s coming Pennie! I have purple crocus blooms and rhubarb has poked through the soil!
Thank you for your appreciation!
Yes, I remember as a kid seeing my dads crocus patch blooming. As for rhubarb, I would steal a stalk every now and then from the neighbor. Boy was that tart lol. Weekend blessings to you.
Weekend blessings to you, too Pennie!
Your flowers are gorgeous, as are Sravani's!! They make me hungry for spring!