“Make more decisions in every day. Because a decision is a summoning of life. That’s why a little chaos is good for you, because often you don’t make a decision until you get yourself in a jam. And then, in the middle of the jam, you make a decision, but that decision summons Life Force. Have you ever been a place where you couldn’t quite make up your mind and you just felt sort of limp? ‘Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.’ And then you decided, and you felt alive again. We want you to know that you’ll never get it done. So don’t approach this from, ‘I gotta get on this’ because you’re not ever going to get it done, anyway. And the other thing we want you to know is, you cannot get it wrong. So, make a decision. Let it flow.”
–Abraham
decisions
Morning Trip (200)
“But there is one vocation–philosophy–which knows that all men, by what they think about and wish for, in effect wield all tools. It knows that men thus determine, by their manner of thinking and wishing, whether it is worthwhile to wield any.”
–Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac, November
Thinking, Processing, and Potential Outcomes: The world needs all kinds of thinkers.
When You Look in a Mirror–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley
When you look in a mirror
What do you see
What will you do then
Don’t you blame meeeeeee
What will you do
When the mirror goes black
And all roads to safety
Disappear off the track
That you travel so slowly
Tomorrow
–by elisabeth connelley
Morning Trip (41)–Ok, so this one is an Evening Trip! No, Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog (11)
This came up in the creative bubbles this morning and then some more urgent creations over rode it. I finished the book I wanted to read and came downstairs to look for Kathy’s trains, over on Lake Superior Spirit.
And now, since I’ve typed some story and some thoughts into it, this has become an Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog. One that seems to be having a lust/ love affair with the Morning Trip, enough to encourage her to dress up and go out on the town for an Evening Trip.
If we get stuck in labeling, however will we get on, to the good stuffs?
I’ve been waffling in despair. I have called it feeling sorry for myself. I have called it being afraid to fail. I have called it denial. I have even looked within it and smiled for a teeeeny-tiny moment and called it knowing what feels good and right, and knowing what I want. And then, I ran me over and called it rationalizing! Seeeeeeeee…I want a prize for expert label name alternatives! I am very good at it! I am also good at distraction away from my own ouchie places. The distraction statement simply leads away from the hot seat to a safer seeming area, which it really is NOT, but YOU(the reader) doesn’t know this! Maybe my halo-ed weinie costume is an OSTRITCH?!?
Ok so now follows what I was thinking. I liked the lyrics so much, that I’m simply posting them below the video, rather than getting other supporting ponderish-type materials. Pre-PS. I would like ginger candy and white tea with raspberry for treats.
“Sometimes my visions are distant and vague
Down at the base of the mountain
Once in a while I am weak and afraid
Tired and sick of it all
I don’t believe that my story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body a world full of hate
No one will heed if I fall
No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today
The questions are more than the answers I know
That doesn’t mean you are lonely
Searching for more
Consecutive goal’s
Making it worth to go on
No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today
You, and you alone is forging the path
Leave your sorrows with the past
Never believe that the story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body a world full of hate
No one will heed if you fall
No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today
Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you, no one can save you today“
On Femininity–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley
Yours
an opinion
made a pickle of
fickle women dressing for the ball
furs and jaded
the twinkling of faux gems
Auburns and sables
much sought after tresses
coveted
twisting bodies, ensnared
clothed
encircled
by wafting
her sensuous perfumes
to be hidden in
going to the play
Dramas
drawn out
melancholies, sweet agonies, what shames
are hidden in blind eyes
in yours
irrevocable decisions
once, and only remaining to be
opinions
–elisabeth connelley
Morning Trip (30)
“Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him.”
–Martin Luther King Jr.
I’ve been mulling over this post for quite a while. It came up in connection to me standing my ground, asking for what I wanted, and moving through–what felt at the time, a brick wall. As I waited for more information to come to me, sorrow, forgiveness, expression, inner flame, and the soul’s core also waved their hands for me to attend them. This post is more fluid, a process, like the gasoline in the video. It has the many properties of fluids, with one extra–combustion. Do we hyper focus on the moments? being in the now, as is the current fad and buzzword? or do we flow along that continuous fluid and base our actions there? How do you feel?
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