Have you ever taken a vision test? This vision test doesn't involve any drops in our eyes or reading a chart across the room. This vision test involves holding our lives up against something that is unchanging regardless of the changes in our vision. Of course, the first thing that came to mind was that the only constant in life is change.
All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward. – Ellen Glasgow
You do have to be careful. Some of the changes that come at you are not always the best. We can get caught up in the moment and make some changes that aren’t moving us forward. You have to make sure that the changes you are making are not setting you back a few months or years source
I do take that vision test, every now and again. It keeps me honest with myself. Admittedly, I am a creature of habit in some ways, spontaneous in other ways. I drink a tall glass of water when I first get up. I run one mile and walk three. Every morning. Make my Dunkin Donuts coffee. Morning coffee over the news, I used to look forward to it, except recently. The news is depressing, but, I cannot not watch. It is like watching a train wreck. You know it is going to be bad, but, you can't take your eyes off of it.
There is undoubtedly sweet comfort and an unquestionably, reassuring sameness to it. These small things give my life continuity from one day to the next. The ordinary rituals are comforting, but sometimes there is longing for change, to go in a different direction, or maybe just to grow outside your own box. I think a little variance keeps the mind nimble. Go ahead! Live a little dangerously. Dance in the streets.
I have done things in the heat of the moment. Meeting for coffee, hundreds of miles away. Just because. It feels right when you are doing it. It only feels crazy when you tell someone and they look at you like you are crazy. Showing up at my best friend's new house with a shovel in the back of my car. Taking a peach tree out of the back of the vehicle, then looking over the yard for a perfect place, then planting it. I never knocked on her door, but, drove all the way home and waited for her phone call. She would know it was me. God's honest truth is I have no idea how we got on with peach trees, but, they became our thing. Each house either of us has ever had, has a peach tree. Guess what? She is moving to Philadelphia soon. Ha! I already have a peach tree planted, waiting for the moment of movement. She will never see me coming. It is so close, I may do it in the middle of the night. Then there was that time that I went to a horse auction and came home with, yes, you guessed it. A horse, no trailer, no barn at the time and what the hell-o was I thinking? Of course, my very favorite is when I drove 800 miles just for a kiss. Got back in my car and drove back home. The thrill of the moment. I will never forget that moment, and I guess that is what life is all about. Those special moments, strung together to create it.
I must ask you, do your thoughts ever ramble, do your words just come out? Am I alone in this, or do I have friends? There are some night I sit here wondering what to write, other nights I don't have time to get it all outside of my head. Is it me? It matters not. There is #alwaysaflower here for me.
Is it a surprise to anyone here that I love Christmas?! It is starting to feel closer and closer and I still need to get new stamps for those Christmas cards and letter. It will be harder to get these things done as the days fly by and more is screaming for attention. The shipping for overseas has been done, nothing extravagant, but, I avoided any shortages. Less will be more this year. More than I expect. :) It's not about the presents my friends, it is about family and friends. In keeping with the Christmas Countdown, I give you one seasonal picture and the day count! There are 46 days 00 hours 41 minutes and 27 seconds.
Oh, but then he gently brushed his lips upon her cheek
Slight of touch
Overcome, she blushed
Blossoming for him
Like a flower
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
TS Elliot
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