Thalia nestled the spent hydrangea blossom among pheasant tail-feathers. Years ago, Typist hand painted the pottered cup now holding a bounty of browns. “If Henny hadn’t stopped to sniff, we’d have toooooooootallllly missed this treasure.” “Why she insists on wandering around in the dark without her contacts or glasses—” Nia huffed, “I’ll never understand.”
T-shirt: “Schadenfreude: the feeling you get when you ask someone to spell Schadenfreude.” 😁
Although that is not even remotely your style, Gail. You'd be more likely to ask Siri to help somebody spell something if you saw they were in trouble.
What a splendid hydrangea bloom! I’m going to guess this wasn’t found while wandering around sans contacts or glasses?! 😁
In one of Castaneda’s books, the Brujo (shaman or medicine man) taught him about the “gait of power.” Hmmm, you may be processing that. Once mastered, one could at will run full tilt in the dark of night. Contacts not required. 🙃 Even on treacherous terrain! Don’t try this at home!
Couched in Steve Maraboli’s quote, is it plausible to believe that the gait of power is something we can gain control over? That for some it is an actual need? That our power is not necessarily fixed, but capable of an increasing array of skills. Is such a progression likely even if we stay focused on our present power?
Great points to ponder on this sunny December day. Thanks.
Our sense's and eyes can lead us to interesting finds.
I LOVE the way this community supports Typist AND each other... A “WE” is never to be taken for granted. A we is created, built, nurtured, and I feel us slowly becoming a “WE” and it feels like magic.
#RealMagic #Blessed #Honored #Grateful 🙏🏼🕊️🙏🏼
I can think of a current acquaintance who’s developing hers. 😉