NickyNicky gave me the impressionthat complications in her life could lead to failure, tension, and unwanted strife. She is not dull. Her depression seems only to be temporary, a passing session of doubt and fear, contrary to her commitment to her life's goals which to some are heaven sent. But are they? Treacherous shoals await those who believe that life is all about success, defined by goals reached at journey's end. Efforts in excess are like the law of diminishing returns. The harder you try siphons the energy for finishing your lifetime journey. Roads dry and dusty are no fun to travel on. And thats the whole "jazz" of life. The goals might unravel but that's okay because as you "jam" you improvise the tune. Interact with all those souls around you. Don't ruin the music as it rolls out of your heart. The journey is life's joy. Goals you had at the start are just a quickening ploy, as your destination's irrelevant and beyond your control. Choose your notes.Don't recant your life's role because "they" don't like the tune. "They" don't have a say anyway. Howl at the moon! It's your your time. It's your day. |
Sidewalk ObservationThere were several rowsof pansies planted between the sidewalk and the hedges. In the middle of the row, the plants were robust and healthy. At the end of the front row the ground was hard and unrelenting. The one who tilled that soil did not till that bit of ground as he got lazy towards the end. The last pansy planted was blooming bravely in hard scrabble soil. I know its just one little flower among many but all life is connected and my heart went out to that little flower struggling to survive. It saddened me to see her plight. I was "achey" inside, feeling the way that I did when I got a panic attack. What would it have taken to break up that six square inches of soil? She continued to define herself. Even being seperated from her kin did not discourage her efforts. She was half the size of her siblings, diminutive in her purple and canary yellow beauty. In spite of being exposed and not cuddled by her brothers and sisters, lacking adequate food and drink, she stubbornly survived with grace and courage, a testament to nature and the life force.If in the future, some person calls me a pansy, I will answer,"Yes,and proud of it." |