This is an image of the amazing greeting view that met me at the Gate by the Tree of Many Faces. It is still there. It is still beautiful. I checked. The image does not portray the scene. Sometimes images don’t.
Which ones do we edit because they are not enough? Which ones do we edit because there is a shame that a thing will be seen as bad? I believe in a concept of things being bad and not good enough. I believe that the world is becoming a place where everyone is lovely, and that we all have to lie to ourselves to be such. Every effort is enough. Every action gets a reward.
But, does it get the right one? A sense of pleasure and satisfaction with the self, from the self and the spirit? If I judge a passion as a way to judge what is right, what about the person that takes up a hobby that is hard and different, because their joy is simply to try a new thing? I can have shame now at not being enough to notice that what works for me CAN mean that something else is false and wrong, or for taking too long to see another way. I am not at all ready to give up the fact that even the bench warmer gets an award. I wonder if competition and worthiness is not the same as a shame. Yes, Kathy I am pondering the shame post.
I loved the post. I didn’t love that I cried. I loved that I cried. So now, I ponder. I wonder if I am attempting to step back, to detach as some say. I used to have vast difficulties feeling or aiming to feel detached. I would shout, how does detached feel? You want me to be a sociopath? Oh! You want me to disassociate, I’m good at that, however the world says that is bad. So I am going to ponder and attach and detach and reattach someplace else until I am satisfied, and hopefully that won’t mean that I beat the tar out of myself.
I wanted to share all of the wonderful books that I got through Inter-library Loan. I have so many new amazing things to which I wish to attend fully, that I can’t choose. I am also having trouble with focus, fear and worry do that to me. I wonder if it is ok just to admire the heft of each one, the shape, and the feel of the pages. The dent of the text. It is for me.
I walked last night on a manageable loop through a park, around behind the Thomas Taber Museum, onto the Rail Place, through Park Home and back. I think that makes a Tree Place length and there are grasses and many trees and plants, both native and landscaped. It was a nice thing to do after dinner and made it simpler to overcome being stuck and unable to move. I enjoyed it very much, both the freedom from being stuck and the ground so close to home.
PSST! Unsure of how Robin wishes the links to the Walktober Project so,
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I’m soaking in your words, Elisa. The first image looks like precious jewels scattered on the ground.
Thank you! They DO look like jewels at the Tree Place!
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The leaves were particularly beautiful this year weren’t they! Glad you got a walk in and felt less stuck. It often helps to move a bit when you’re feeling down or stuck or just restless. At least i find that. Sometimes at work I get up and walk down the stairs to the basement and back up again just to get my head cleared. I don’t tell anyone I’m doing that though. Best they don’t know.
I think maybe if they did know, there might be a lot of people feeling a lot more relaxed and doing many more things that have each human feeling ok and comfortable.
“Every effort is enough.” Thank you for those words. Tonight they mean a lot to me. Thank you.
I keep looking at this comment and thinking…did I say every effort is enough?!?!? (examines self and laughs, i cannot get self to stop saying uhm NO it is NOT roflmao) I might need to stick my words onto notes around the house to see what happens when I do that. I am glad that they meant a lot to you, I truly am, perhaps that is part of the enoughness.