I see a connection to nature: My niece is expecting her first baby soon. Ask any woman who has given birth... bringing something new into this world is glorious and... not without its pains.
Two thoughts provoked by colliding with yours. As Tony Hsieh would say of encounters with people and ideas..... "collisions emanating sparks". Spark #1. My 11 year old grand daughter interrupted a client call. I called her back. She asked "Grandpa, what is it that you do". I explained as best I could. She said, "oh, you sound like a super hero". ( apparently I had exaggerated). "What does that super hero look like?" The result attached has become the background for my zoom calls with an underlying tagline "Grandpa, gets to the heart of it!".
Spark #2. A line from Rilke has been percolating in the background. While loneliness is rampant I find myself relishing "alone" time. The line "I want to be with those who know secret things, or else alone".
Spark #3... as a bonus throw in. My "teal" world is loaded with thinkers that believe that the only way to understand the world is through examining polarities. This just does not make sense to me. It is kind of like examining the parts to explain the whole. This has led me this morning to describe the thinking me as "non-binary thinker by choice" or "absence of polarities". My mentor, Lee Thayer, once asked me "what is it like to be an eclectic thinker". He didn't mean it as a compliment but I took it for one. Maybe "non-binary eclectic thinker"?
Whoops. I could not figure out how to attach Hannah's drawing. Sorry, it may just have to be our "secret thing". Go well and be well.
I've seen that drawing! Unfortunately Substack does now allow for photos in the comments section... yet.
This morning in the Tao I read about how "naming negates that things are ever changing" and I find myself wondering where there is a "yes, and" because I don't think naming is going away anytime soon. The and I see is awareness that we.the Universes is not static -- it is ever changing -- there is no black/white. If stories are how humans make sense of our existence, why do we tell ourselves such unhappy tales?
Thank you. Someone said that it is "magically thinking to think that anyone will escape life's adversities". I took that to mean that adversities however or by whoever created are created for the magic in each of us to emerge from our secret places. In my imagination as a kid my unlimited supply of fairy dust was there to be sprinkled to bring out the best in everyone close to me.
Plummeting the depths-of our creativity or ability-doesn’t always spring to mind. (Pantry shelves 😬) I wonder, typist, if doing such a task clears your mind of writing or allows further contemplation as you work?
When I first saw the hint of pleats in the super heroine’s skirt, I was wowed! A super heroine wearing a pleated skirt!! Does that fly in the face of being a super heroine? I then decided this heroine is just a “fly” dresser! 😉 (200 year old word for dressing sharp, stylish) The metallic gold belt and boots fit the mold.
That you identify as a superhero warms my heart! Feeling that way a year ago when you first received your Invader diagnosis doesn’t seem likely. Perhaps part of that now is the result of having a Picasso view of all your efforts. To wit: today’s superhero drawing!
Last, “Cancer-ing - - I Did It My Way” quickly pulls Frank Sinatra out of my sentimental jukebox. Less so perhaps for younger generations. (Who also get cancer but possibly not “get” Frank Sinatra) Just a geezer opinion; grain of salt recommended! 😁
I see a connection to nature: My niece is expecting her first baby soon. Ask any woman who has given birth... bringing something new into this world is glorious and... not without its pains.
Doing (gift wrapping) makes me KNOW that I'm a hero!
Wrangling paper, tape, and ribbons is heroic!
Two thoughts provoked by colliding with yours. As Tony Hsieh would say of encounters with people and ideas..... "collisions emanating sparks". Spark #1. My 11 year old grand daughter interrupted a client call. I called her back. She asked "Grandpa, what is it that you do". I explained as best I could. She said, "oh, you sound like a super hero". ( apparently I had exaggerated). "What does that super hero look like?" The result attached has become the background for my zoom calls with an underlying tagline "Grandpa, gets to the heart of it!".
Spark #2. A line from Rilke has been percolating in the background. While loneliness is rampant I find myself relishing "alone" time. The line "I want to be with those who know secret things, or else alone".
Spark #3... as a bonus throw in. My "teal" world is loaded with thinkers that believe that the only way to understand the world is through examining polarities. This just does not make sense to me. It is kind of like examining the parts to explain the whole. This has led me this morning to describe the thinking me as "non-binary thinker by choice" or "absence of polarities". My mentor, Lee Thayer, once asked me "what is it like to be an eclectic thinker". He didn't mean it as a compliment but I took it for one. Maybe "non-binary eclectic thinker"?
Whoops. I could not figure out how to attach Hannah's drawing. Sorry, it may just have to be our "secret thing". Go well and be well.
I've seen that drawing! Unfortunately Substack does now allow for photos in the comments section... yet.
This morning in the Tao I read about how "naming negates that things are ever changing" and I find myself wondering where there is a "yes, and" because I don't think naming is going away anytime soon. The and I see is awareness that we.the Universes is not static -- it is ever changing -- there is no black/white. If stories are how humans make sense of our existence, why do we tell ourselves such unhappy tales?
Bruce- Your replies are always magical, even, dare I say, superhero-esque... 😎
Thank you. Someone said that it is "magically thinking to think that anyone will escape life's adversities". I took that to mean that adversities however or by whoever created are created for the magic in each of us to emerge from our secret places. In my imagination as a kid my unlimited supply of fairy dust was there to be sprinkled to bring out the best in everyone close to me.
"that adversities however or by whoever created are created for the magic in each of us to emerge from our secret places"
I like this... and it is often the story I'm telling myself.
“Doing (fill in the blank) makes me feel like a superhero.” ~Typist
“I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.” ~Pablo Picasso
“Doing ‘that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it’, makes me feel like a superhero.”
~Bobby Kountz, TheEarthHeARTist
• Inspired by Typist AND Picasso •
https://philosiblog.com/2012/12/21/i-am-always-doing-that-which-i-cannot-do-in-order-that-i-may-learn-how-to-do-it/
Playing the edge?
I always have trouble with faces as well, that's why I shy away from drawing people. Nice job. Love the boots!
TY Pennie.
I love trying new things. :)
T-shirt: “There are two important rules in life: (1) Don't tell people everything you know.” 😁
Not a fan of "I did it my way" in a title; I'm with Gary, too Sinatra-ish in the undertones. Keep going!
Yes... I agree... the title does not suit me or the book. Thanks Jack.
Still waiting for that second rule... 😉
Plummeting the depths-of our creativity or ability-doesn’t always spring to mind. (Pantry shelves 😬) I wonder, typist, if doing such a task clears your mind of writing or allows further contemplation as you work?
When I first saw the hint of pleats in the super heroine’s skirt, I was wowed! A super heroine wearing a pleated skirt!! Does that fly in the face of being a super heroine? I then decided this heroine is just a “fly” dresser! 😉 (200 year old word for dressing sharp, stylish) The metallic gold belt and boots fit the mold.
That you identify as a superhero warms my heart! Feeling that way a year ago when you first received your Invader diagnosis doesn’t seem likely. Perhaps part of that now is the result of having a Picasso view of all your efforts. To wit: today’s superhero drawing!
Last, “Cancer-ing - - I Did It My Way” quickly pulls Frank Sinatra out of my sentimental jukebox. Less so perhaps for younger generations. (Who also get cancer but possibly not “get” Frank Sinatra) Just a geezer opinion; grain of salt recommended! 😁
"such a task clears your mind of writing or allows further contemplation as you work"
The story I'm telling myself is... stepping away is beneficial and gives me space to find the next foot(word)fall.
It's a terrible title. Doesn't fit me at all. Why on earth was Frank interposing on yesterday's 3mm? 🤣
“I’ve got you under my skin” Another Frank-song. Possibly the answer to your rhetorical question? 🤷🏽
“Plumming” and not plummeting!