Journal icovellauna's Journal: Next days 4
So, it's the next day again. For me, it's interferon day, not just the day after Christmas. So I feel crummy again, and I have that old familiar bad taste that interferon and Riboviron give me. And this is week eleven. The weeks fly by at a crawl. It was a lovely day. I didn't tell the Dragon that I was learning to carve small things because I wanted to suprise her. I picked spoons for the spoon idea and because although they are simple, they are also composed of lots of complex curves and insides and outsides. Good to learn on. I like to work with cherry - it is easy to work, and beautiful. So I carved her a spoon so she could have another spoon. She liked it. I like that.
She knits well, though she is more critical of her own work than I think she needs to be. It's good! I fear I taught her that - it's what I do to myself (though less now than when she was an impressionable child)It is useful to see, though it is not one of the best things I could have taught her. Interesting how our chidren can teach us so much.
And so it is the next day. Everyday is the next day, in a grand procession of them. Today, and today and today. Really that is what we've got. Just today. This is when everything happens. Yesterday already was. Can't change that. Tomorrow isn't yet. Might never be. Who knows? Sure can't do anything on it yet. So how is your today? Are you being who you need to be today? Are you doing what you need to do, learning what you need to learn? Are you fulfilled? If you aren't, why not? What do you need to change to be/do that? We stand at the knife edge of creation, in this moment, the only moment that is. This is the moment when change and tranformation is possible. The only moment when it is possible. Use it well. It won't be back. And it is a precious gift to have. It's the next day. I hope it's a great one!
She knits well, though she is more critical of her own work than I think she needs to be. It's good! I fear I taught her that - it's what I do to myself (though less now than when she was an impressionable child)It is useful to see, though it is not one of the best things I could have taught her. Interesting how our chidren can teach us so much.
And so it is the next day. Everyday is the next day, in a grand procession of them. Today, and today and today. Really that is what we've got. Just today. This is when everything happens. Yesterday already was. Can't change that. Tomorrow isn't yet. Might never be. Who knows? Sure can't do anything on it yet. So how is your today? Are you being who you need to be today? Are you doing what you need to do, learning what you need to learn? Are you fulfilled? If you aren't, why not? What do you need to change to be/do that? We stand at the knife edge of creation, in this moment, the only moment that is. This is the moment when change and tranformation is possible. The only moment when it is possible. Use it well. It won't be back. And it is a precious gift to have. It's the next day. I hope it's a great one!
Today (Score:2)
Yes. I'm trying to learn to enjoy the here and now. All to often I focus on how things will be later and end up missing the good of today worrying about the things of tomorrow. She's helping me learn to enjoy the now. When I look at her, past and future and everyone else vanish. It's just us, just now. Nothing else matters. But it makes it hard to
Re:Today (Score:1)
I learned it as "Sufficient unto the day are the sorrows thereof" I have learned this much: where your attention goes, your energy flows. So how about this: share the Joys of today that they may multiply. Quantum Physics suports this - the expected result skews the results of experiments. Eg: the particle/wave b
reminds me of songs... (Score:1)
and on the less cynical side of the fence, I thought of that old Van Halen classic, Unchained:
Re:reminds me of songs... (Score:1)
Off key
A little cracked
Not quite the rhyme
But what the heck
We sing with meaning
Lots of intent
And in the end
We're onward sent
We gather the threads
Of the life time gone
At the top of our lungs
Sing out our songs
Don't wait
Til the song is done
Sing it now
While still you can
Join the chorus
Sing a verse
Mine's so strange
Yours can't be worse
Sing with joy
And sorrow, too
Share the song
As I do with you
See what you strted?
Items thrown will be cheerfully re