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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!
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  • 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.
    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
    • That's the Bliss of Unity. I think Love is a resonance of our Part in Divinity - it's a gift from the Gods in a sense, which serves to awaken that of God in us. Truely a treasure. I am glad for you!
      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
  • on both sides of the fence - just in a lyrical mood today, relating everything to songs, or potential songs. Anyhow, I thought of two songs, smashing pumpkin's Bullet with Butterfly wings:

    And what do you want, I want to change

    And what have you got When you feel the same
    Even though I know- I suppose I'll show
    All my cool and cold- like old job
    Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

    and on the less cynical side of the fence, I thought of that old Van Halen classic, Unchained:

    Change, and nothing

    • Some people believe that life is a song.
      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

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