While I’m busy, while I’m so busy, I am making things get where they’re going. . . I take things that were one thing. I put them with another and then I make things. I build things. Sometimes I imagine new into life. Sometimes the things that I make aren’t really things. They are only ideas and concepts. Yet in my mind, I can reach out to place a finger on part of them, and they will respond with movement and a sound.It’s a wonder and a workload to make thing inside a head that filled with crowd of loud.
Sometimes I do less interesting things. I don’t make things. I clean things. I sort things. I put things where they belong. I rearrange my thoughts to see whether it changes who I am. I rearrange my words to see whether it changes what I mean.
All of these things and all of this working with things is a natural way of my life. I don’t think that it actually is who I am to be playing and thinking about things, until out of the corner of my eye, I’ll glimpse my life speeding by the same joyful way I drive.
Then I smile.
−me strauss Letting me be
4 comments:
Hey Liz
It's great to see glimpses of ourselves every now and then and be surprised. The work you describe takes concentration, so catching a glimpse of your life speeding by joyfully is a delight.
I'm smiling, too.
It is a surprise to see myself. It's even better to like what I see. :)
I'm glad you like what you see. That's always where I go off track, liking what I see. Everyday I leave a piece of what I don't like behind and I replace it with something that 'fits' today. I'm forming the shape of me. Re-forming :) I hope to see beauty one day. I have so much of it around me.....
Katrina
Katrina,
You'll see it, because it is there.
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