There was a time when I would have been all over that machine -- wanting somebody/something outside of myself to tell me what to do! I wanted the "easy" button.
Here's what I've learned -- LIFE does not work that way. 😂 LIFE is constantly giving us signs and dropping breadcrumbs for our growth and happiness. The thing is, we often miss -- or flat out ignore them.
“LIFE is constantly giving us signs and dropping breadcrumbs for our growth and happiness.”
This could be read more of universe (aka there is a path that I will be happier if I discover), or more agency given to the person (I build my path).
I kinda have this view of a video game where I’m the gamer, rather than the Truman Show.
I can find all these gems and prizes if I just look around and pay attention. And if I carry them with me I can use them to fight the battle.
And then just like my boys playing Fortnite, at times you can even drop a treasure you no longer need or simply to benefit the next passerby that could need or use it.
I never saw the Truman show so I looked up a synopsis. That put my stomach in a knot!
In my working model of the world, we're all on the stage... some of us are waking up to our freedom while others are still very much asleep. That said, I like the notion from Ram Daas that we are all "just walking each other home."
Whatever the Great Mystery is... I am a part of it. I embrace all opportunities to learn, grow, and become the best version of myself that I can.
Wow! Our crocus are GONE! Even our snow crocus (which came up AFTER our regular crocus this spring, possibly because there was almost no snow and they needed a prompt) are gone. And some of our daffodils and mini-daffs are starting to droop, and our first hyacinths are past peak. But the flowers that hit peak last week are still strong!
Now if the deer would stop nibbling the rose bushes... 😠
Deer me, Jack! They can be devilish browsers. An electric fence can keep them out, but juxtaposing that with ornamental plantings is an oxymoron. And forgetting if the fence was turned off? A real heart starter!
There may be a market for animated wolf sculptures?🤷🏽
I don't want to keep them out of the yard, Gary, I just want them to stop nibbling the roses. And maybe cut back on scarfing down all the bird seed (although I've invested in a new feeder that works for squirrels AND deer). My wife Deb loves it when a deer or two or five come wandering through our backyard. Or when a couple of the younger ones get the "zoomies" and make a racetrack out of our yard and our neighbor's. https://vimeo.com/382676033
My father, when he and my mother moved to a new house after I left for college, was mystified by backyard flowers that would vanish overnight — especially when he had a six-foot fence around the back! Then one morning he walked into the backyard and was almost nose-to-nose with a deer, who proceeded to cleanly clear the fence from a standing start.
He (and now I) resorted to smelly sprays, human hair, and powders that may not deter the deer but certainly keep ME from standing downwind!
Fine sleuthing, Bobby! The treasure troves of places like The Marginalian flabbergast me. Like tripping while walking on a sidewalk and landing in a vast pool of pearls, or diamonds, or gold nuggets. 🤷🏽 Take your pick. Or perhaps bouquets? 💐
Has Nia been rummaging around in my sentimental jukebox? Of course in her Musiness she surely predates that 1970 release. That song was a “sign” of the times. Major universities completely shutdown over anti-war protests. The Weathermen emerged from Students For A Democratic Society to inject violence into the protests. My beard and hair grew longer... 🤭
Here’s a writerly question: what if, buried in Latin (it is a dead language🤔) we found the plural of crocus to be “croci?” Like cactus/cacti? Of course, as often is the case, I digress.
I found your/their painting today very Springy! With a welcoming message. After all, Spring is the season of welcoming a new year of growth and possibilities. Here’s a thought: Thalia could give the old Beatles song, “Hello, Hello” a shot. She’s a natural both in voice and energy!
Typist and the muses started watching The Big Door Prize on Apple TV last night. The show is intriguing and witty!
Simply said... a machine shows up in the town's general store and it spits out cards telling people what their potential is! Hmmmm.
https://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=the+big+door+prize+trailer&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:5f80125f,vid:Mu-KfLd-d9U
There was a time when I would have been all over that machine -- wanting somebody/something outside of myself to tell me what to do! I wanted the "easy" button.
Here's what I've learned -- LIFE does not work that way. 😂 LIFE is constantly giving us signs and dropping breadcrumbs for our growth and happiness. The thing is, we often miss -- or flat out ignore them.
What happens when we look and listen?
What is your life telling you?
I love this:
“LIFE is constantly giving us signs and dropping breadcrumbs for our growth and happiness.”
This could be read more of universe (aka there is a path that I will be happier if I discover), or more agency given to the person (I build my path).
I kinda have this view of a video game where I’m the gamer, rather than the Truman Show.
I can find all these gems and prizes if I just look around and pay attention. And if I carry them with me I can use them to fight the battle.
And then just like my boys playing Fortnite, at times you can even drop a treasure you no longer need or simply to benefit the next passerby that could need or use it.
I never saw the Truman show so I looked up a synopsis. That put my stomach in a knot!
In my working model of the world, we're all on the stage... some of us are waking up to our freedom while others are still very much asleep. That said, I like the notion from Ram Daas that we are all "just walking each other home."
Whatever the Great Mystery is... I am a part of it. I embrace all opportunities to learn, grow, and become the best version of myself that I can.
What else is there?
Wow! Our crocus are GONE! Even our snow crocus (which came up AFTER our regular crocus this spring, possibly because there was almost no snow and they needed a prompt) are gone. And some of our daffodils and mini-daffs are starting to droop, and our first hyacinths are past peak. But the flowers that hit peak last week are still strong!
Now if the deer would stop nibbling the rose bushes... 😠
They're hungry for tender shoots instead of sticks and bark! Try to think of it as a kindness you are offering? 🤣
Deer me, Jack! They can be devilish browsers. An electric fence can keep them out, but juxtaposing that with ornamental plantings is an oxymoron. And forgetting if the fence was turned off? A real heart starter!
There may be a market for animated wolf sculptures?🤷🏽
I don't want to keep them out of the yard, Gary, I just want them to stop nibbling the roses. And maybe cut back on scarfing down all the bird seed (although I've invested in a new feeder that works for squirrels AND deer). My wife Deb loves it when a deer or two or five come wandering through our backyard. Or when a couple of the younger ones get the "zoomies" and make a racetrack out of our yard and our neighbor's. https://vimeo.com/382676033
My father, when he and my mother moved to a new house after I left for college, was mystified by backyard flowers that would vanish overnight — especially when he had a six-foot fence around the back! Then one morning he walked into the backyard and was almost nose-to-nose with a deer, who proceeded to cleanly clear the fence from a standing start.
He (and now I) resorted to smelly sprays, human hair, and powders that may not deter the deer but certainly keep ME from standing downwind!
I love the video Jack ! Thanks for sharing.
I've used that awful smelling spray. Never could bring myself to buy another bottle of it!
Your Emily Dickinson quote lead to 🕳️🐇 and this result below ⬇️. I 💛 this 💌! 🙏🏼🕊️🙏🏼
https://www.themarginalian.org/2022/02/20/michael-pollan-flowers-botany-of-desire/
Full circle! I became aware of the poem because while searching The Marginalian for something else… it offered ED’s poem as a poem for today’
A sign if ever there was one!
Signs, Signs everywhere Signs…
https://youtu.be/epbOHloSpZM
Fine sleuthing, Bobby! The treasure troves of places like The Marginalian flabbergast me. Like tripping while walking on a sidewalk and landing in a vast pool of pearls, or diamonds, or gold nuggets. 🤷🏽 Take your pick. Or perhaps bouquets? 💐
I love The Little Prince.
Has Nia been rummaging around in my sentimental jukebox? Of course in her Musiness she surely predates that 1970 release. That song was a “sign” of the times. Major universities completely shutdown over anti-war protests. The Weathermen emerged from Students For A Democratic Society to inject violence into the protests. My beard and hair grew longer... 🤭
Here’s a writerly question: what if, buried in Latin (it is a dead language🤔) we found the plural of crocus to be “croci?” Like cactus/cacti? Of course, as often is the case, I digress.
I found your/their painting today very Springy! With a welcoming message. After all, Spring is the season of welcoming a new year of growth and possibilities. Here’s a thought: Thalia could give the old Beatles song, “Hello, Hello” a shot. She’s a natural both in voice and energy!
Happy Springing!
To everything there is a season. :)
Hello, hello? or You say good-bye, and I say hello?
Officially the latter, I think. Jumping into “Hello, hello” seemed more Tal-like. 🙃
You've got her number!
Beautiful job with the crocuses. So pretty
Thank you Pennie. I did my best.
Honestly jealous of those of you that can see the ground let alone flowers poking up.
We just started to see our grass again last week and now are back to melting the fresh foot of heavy wet snow that fell.
Maybe I can print pics of Gail’s pics and put them on stakes in the yard to at least fake it a bit here.
What's mine is yours!