āJust like Mother Natureā¦ we collect what serves our growth. Sun, rainā¦ nutrients from the soil. Then we turn it into something new ā our love letters!ā
What if we adopted the pace of nature? Emerson reminded us her secret is patience... What are you hurrying trough or pushing past to get to the next thing? What if we learned to be fully engaged in whatever activity was in front of us, instead of going through the motions as we are already thinking about whatās next? What if you gave yourself permission to be fully present as you washed the dishes, swept the floor, or chopped up vegetables for the dish youāre creating for dinner? What if? #WhatIfWednesday š
What if you decided āCā was no longer worthy of the stature it had originally been granted? Then maybe, š¤ ācā would be what it is, whatever we decide it will be. Each of us get to decide for ourselves. Thatās the beauty of perspective.
My friend Michael regularly reminds us that all of lifeās events are neutral until we label them...
Life happens... what we choose to do with what happens is up to us! š
Because of a tainted sense of taste, and months of eschewing dessert, when my receptors return to ānormalā I intend a much more mindful approach to enjoying what I consume.
Ha-ha-ha. Yes! Devoting too much scrutiny to the painting, before reading the words of the post, did skew my interpretation. I thought there was a row of baby birds below the section of fence. The stump? There seemed a pair of eyes near the top with other features suggesting a very abstract Henny! And I confused Cal for Tal. On a roll, huh?!
I also read about an āart designerā - mostly paintings but some complete installations. Early in his life, while repainting his kitchen, he accidentally brushed paint across one of his paintings on the wall. (Lack of removal prior to painting was not addressedš¤). He stepped back, examined the result, then chose to paint over the entire painting! Artistic license?
Iāve not painted over our dog or cat today. Perhaps because Iām not painting the walls here? But, as always, I find and enjoy the possibilities you pose for this reader. Probably other readers are more inclined to read/scrutinize the full post before jumping to wild conclusions! š
Then you have this reader who saw the word āsproutsā and immediately thought alfalfa! Iām not sure any word crafter has enough ink in their pen to overcome such foolishness! š¤Ŗ
T-shirt: āThe officer said, āYou drinking?ā I said, āYou buying?ā We just laughed and laughedā¦ (I need bail money)ā š
I was wondering how a three-legged basset hound with a halo would factor into today's post... oh, tree trunk! Yes! Yes, obvious now, yes. <cough> I'll go stand over here... š«¤
After reading your beagle halo comment yesterday I walked through the dog park gates with Henny. No doubt people wondered what I was grinning at! šš
Three cheers for small c!
Tell me about it! Making way for cās exit ā stage left, stage right, or through the ceiling!
Or melting - like the wicked witch!
āJust like Mother Natureā¦ we collect what serves our growth. Sun, rainā¦ nutrients from the soil. Then we turn it into something new ā our love letters!ā
What if we adopted the pace of nature? Emerson reminded us her secret is patience... What are you hurrying trough or pushing past to get to the next thing? What if we learned to be fully engaged in whatever activity was in front of us, instead of going through the motions as we are already thinking about whatās next? What if you gave yourself permission to be fully present as you washed the dishes, swept the floor, or chopped up vegetables for the dish youāre creating for dinner? What if? #WhatIfWednesday š
What if you decided āCā was no longer worthy of the stature it had originally been granted? Then maybe, š¤ ācā would be what it is, whatever we decide it will be. Each of us get to decide for ourselves. Thatās the beauty of perspective.
My friend Michael regularly reminds us that all of lifeās events are neutral until we label them...
Life happens... what we choose to do with what happens is up to us! š
#cancergift
Because of a tainted sense of taste, and months of eschewing dessert, when my receptors return to ānormalā I intend a much more mindful approach to enjoying what I consume.
More mmmmmm. Less gobble, gobble, gobble.
Our Rise2Ripple Challenge has a Mindfulness Eating component to it. Such a powerful practiceā¦ Resource link:
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5556586/
Ha-ha-ha. Yes! Devoting too much scrutiny to the painting, before reading the words of the post, did skew my interpretation. I thought there was a row of baby birds below the section of fence. The stump? There seemed a pair of eyes near the top with other features suggesting a very abstract Henny! And I confused Cal for Tal. On a roll, huh?!
I also read about an āart designerā - mostly paintings but some complete installations. Early in his life, while repainting his kitchen, he accidentally brushed paint across one of his paintings on the wall. (Lack of removal prior to painting was not addressedš¤). He stepped back, examined the result, then chose to paint over the entire painting! Artistic license?
Iāve not painted over our dog or cat today. Perhaps because Iām not painting the walls here? But, as always, I find and enjoy the possibilities you pose for this reader. Probably other readers are more inclined to read/scrutinize the full post before jumping to wild conclusions! š
Cāmon guys! Remember Iāve only been at this drawing/painting business for less than a year. šš
Grateful that I have words to paint withā¦ to try to make myself clearer. š
Then you have this reader who saw the word āsproutsā and immediately thought alfalfa! Iām not sure any word crafter has enough ink in their pen to overcome such foolishness! š¤Ŗ
T-shirt: āThe officer said, āYou drinking?ā I said, āYou buying?ā We just laughed and laughedā¦ (I need bail money)ā š
I was wondering how a three-legged basset hound with a halo would factor into today's post... oh, tree trunk! Yes! Yes, obvious now, yes. <cough> I'll go stand over here... š«¤
After reading your beagle halo comment yesterday I walked through the dog park gates with Henny. No doubt people wondered what I was grinning at! šš