Liz, not nearly as many as I'm going to get tonight around the campfire. There is a chill in the air and nothing, besides maybe the beach, is more relaxing than sitting around the campfire with good friends. You're welcome to come if you like.
The little one has been an angel all day, just going down for a late nap...
Fear is good for the species - without it, we would never have evolved to where we are now (well, ok, maybe it's a bad thing), or if we had, we would all have lopped our tongues of in a fan, and this would make kissing much less enjoyable.
When I was a teen, I spent more then a few minutes from time to time staring into my own eyes in a hair-spray-blurred bathroom mirror, with the door closed, and the shrieking sound of my siblings only barely dulled by the cheap hollow door, trying to burrow into my mind, looking for my “true self”.
From time to time, I would shed a tear.
I do not know now if they were mostly tears of pain and sorrow, or love and joy, but I know they made me feel…something...they made me feel something when my greatest fear was that I was not able to feel anything at all.
On those occasional trips down me-lane, there was a clawed hand of fear on the back of my neck...but you know, as often as I looked inside back then, I don't think that it mattered much.
I can control a lot inside my mind, but very little outside of it, and even though I like to dream of myself as the free God of my own universe, the truth is I am at the whim of chance and chaos every moment of the day. And when the stuff hits the fan I wanted so desperately to stop with my tongue, I learn that I really don’t control much inside my mind after all.
The real answers I want are unattainable...either inside my personal universe or outside in the perceivable one.
Look what you did to me! Sorry for the rambling!
Geeze, I just came her to see my picture! This blog thing could get dangerous!
hugs are always warm and good, no matter where they come from. yes, yes, we are both there, next door, even if we face different directions for different views. sigh.
Sometimes our insides are so cluttered that we can't seem to find the answers in there either, besides, it's ever so much more fun to look up and down and all around, so many distractions. :o)that and by the time we're done, we've forgotten the question anyways.
Hello janus, That's an insight. They don't woant to see themselves as part of their own problem. Gosh I know of enought time where that's the case. I think I've been there myself.
Why do people look up, down, all around,
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Are you talking about a river in Eqypt? ;-)
How has your day been Liz?
Hello bike-rider man,
It's been one of thinking and doing and wondering and working and making things happen and feeling all right about things.
How many smiles have you had?
smiles,
Liz
Liz, not nearly as many as I'm going to get tonight around the campfire. There is a chill in the air and nothing, besides maybe the beach, is more relaxing than sitting around the campfire with good friends. You're welcome to come if you like.
:-)
Ohhh that sounds wonderful.
Where and when?
I've got the campfire going now over at my place. Still plenty of good spots, so hurry over. :-)
You betcha. I might have to take a little nap first. Is that okay?
No worries, I've got plenty of wood for this one. :-) Come when you can.
Good question ;-)
Who knows?! - I certainly don't.
Avoidance, perhaps, procrastination, maybe, or it could just be the assumption things surely have to be complicated.
Or maybe they're just chicken.
:)
:-)! You may just have irrefutably answered your own question.
Oh Dear,
I was afraid of that.
something I am learning more and more everyday :0)
how are you Liz, hope you had a good nap, thats what I am asking Santa for, for Christmas LOL
Most of the time, people are afraid or unable to look inside...and its more fun blameing everyone else anyway!
Thanks for letting me know of your plans to use my image, Liz (This is aconant from Morguefile.com)
Haven't had my nap yet.
But I'm not cranky either :)
I'm well. Figured out some things today. :)
Are you well again?
Liz
Hi Allan,
How's that little one?
You're right. Most of the time people are afraid. Every voice I hear has bits of fear.
Sad isn't it.
Liz
doing good, thanks
glad you are having an insightful day, even if you haven't had your nap yet :0)
(hugs)
YEA! You're well!
Thanks I think I'll do that now.
Sweet dreams.
The little one has been an angel all day, just going down for a late nap...
Fear is good for the species - without it, we would never have evolved to where we are now (well, ok, maybe it's a bad thing), or if we had, we would all have lopped our tongues of in a fan, and this would make kissing much less enjoyable.
When I was a teen, I spent more then a few minutes from time to time staring into my own eyes in a hair-spray-blurred bathroom mirror, with the door closed, and the shrieking sound of my siblings only barely dulled by the cheap hollow door, trying to burrow into my mind, looking for my “true self”.
From time to time, I would shed a tear.
I do not know now if they were mostly tears of pain and sorrow, or love and joy, but I know they made me feel…something...they made me feel something when my greatest fear was that I was not able to feel anything at all.
On those occasional trips down me-lane, there was a clawed hand of fear on the back of my neck...but you know, as often as I looked inside back then, I don't think that it mattered much.
I can control a lot inside my mind, but very little outside of it, and even though I like to dream of myself as the free God of my own universe, the truth is I am at the whim of chance and chaos every moment of the day. And when the stuff hits the fan I wanted so desperately to stop with my tongue, I learn that I really don’t control much inside my mind after all.
The real answers I want are unattainable...either inside my personal universe or outside in the perceivable one.
Look what you did to me! Sorry for the rambling!
Geeze, I just came her to see my picture! This blog thing could get dangerous!
Because we fear our answers are wrong.
Allan,
There's a difference between rambling and beautiful.
That was beautiful.
Please come back again.
smiles,
Liz
Hi Toadmaster,
Yeah, we do, don't we. But when we stop being afraid we're rarely wrong are we? I wish we weren't afraid ever.
Because any search inside ourselves is bound to reveal much more than the answers and eventually we'll stumble onto the things we hate.
Oh Eric,
Hate is such a very strong word. I hope that was just hyperbole. There's way too much about that's to love.
smiles,
Liz
We are using the wrong sense to find the answers. We don't use eyes to find something we can't see. We don't use ears to listen to the answers.
We use something beyond the 5.
Ah Taorist,
You bring yourself to the moment that we need you. Where have you been until now?
smiles,
Liz
Or, perhaps the answers outside are the same as those inside. Don't we find answers outside, and match those with the inside ones?
Yes, I think you will become ubiquitous, if that's what will make you happy, you shooting star you. Soon I'll need binoculars to see you.
Garnet,
You will never need binoculars to see me, because I will always be right there with you and you with me.
smiles,
Liz
hugs are always warm and good, no matter where they come from. yes, yes, we are both there, next door, even if we face different directions for different views. sigh.
Two sides of the same coin are never far apart.
Because sometimes the hardest place to look is within...it can take some courage :)
Hi Jennifer,
If we could love ourselves, we would have the courage. If we had the courage, we could love ourselves.
Almost the weekend,
Liz
I'm counting down the hours :) This has been a week from a dark aged torture chamber. Brutal. I can't wait for the weekend!
Then I'm sending thoughts of Jennifer appreciation day to your coworkers a this minute. '
smiles,
Liz
Sometimes our insides are so cluttered that we can't seem to find the answers in there either, besides, it's ever so much more fun to look up and down and all around, so many distractions. :o)that and by the time we're done, we've forgotten the question anyways.
Hi Easy,
Doesn't it seem like every sentence about us starts with Sometimes . . . or
It depemds . ..
We're just a confusing, confused species.
smiles,
liz
They look around because either they don't want to face the truth, or they don't see themselves as part of the problem
both are bad
Hello janus,
That's an insight. They don't woant to see themselves as part of their own problem. Gosh I know of enought time where that's the case.
I think I've been there myself.
smiles,
Liz
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