Sitting outside, alongside in the shade by the hay, even my hayfever won't bother me, well not until later. I can watch and think and be part of the day. My mind wanders to wonder whether somewhere out there is another creature who sees me and contemplates what I might be thinking — me thinking of that one thinking of me — circular thinking.
I'm not a part of the action, or am I?
I'm not a part of the action, or am I?
I am part of the scenery surely. In the scenery, I feel safe and only a little bit lonely. It's only a little wish that someone would come along to talk to me, but . . . I'm kind of glad that no one does, because . . . my experience is that people don't want to talk about the things that I see. So I crawl just a little further into the view and the vista. It's kind of nice just to sit, just to be.
This is the me I want my friends to know most of all.
I wonder what other people see when they look at this picture.
I wonder what other people see when they look at this picture.
—me strauss Letting me be
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"my experience is that people don't want to talk about the things that I see"
I feel as if I could have written that line. Sometimes I just don't have the energy to make the small talk that so many find necessary. If I breathe air, small talk is water, and too much of it makes me feel as if I was drowning. And so, I don't talk so much, at least not to others. I seem to talk alot to myself though. :-)
Tree,
Sometimes what you say is music to me. I seem to talk alot to myself though. is one of those things. I'm smiling.
My thought is cast slightly different. My experience is people don't want to talk about that which I most wish to contemplate and so this is where blogging comes in. Here I find comfort discussing an awkward layer of life, that though appealing, is shunned with disdain by individuals existing in real space and time. I think in your post you are referring to your personal interpretation of something in a similar context.
Roberta,
I think you're saying the same thing in another shade of light. I feel the touch of that disdain and the freedom of talking here too. Maybe that I've been a writer I don't notice the freedom so much as I do the itch of wishing I could just contemplate or talk with those who see what I see.
You are hearing what I say. I think I am hearing you too.
My poem/thoughts, "I am the one you have been looking for" perhaps, would be an appropriate response to this feeling you display here. Check it out.
Thank you, Travis.
I will. Right this moment.
When I look at this picture I see someone who could be Liz, just being, letting herself be, at peace with the world, not worrying about her house being a wreck. It's what I seek.
wonderful post about the seperation between the self and the rest of the world. it does look like you too :)
Betty,
What a joy that you're whirling back into my world again. How nice that you see such a nice view. You're right I'm not worried about my house, not one little bit.
:)
Thank you, Rain,
I feel separate and together with the world. I suppose most people do. Don't you?
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