Enthusiasm, Examination, and a Thank You to Kathy

“The worst bankrupt in the world is the man who has lost his enthusiasm. Let a man lose everything else in the world but his enthusiasm and he will come through again to success.”
–H. W. Arnold

Morning Trip (75)

“There it is; the light across the water. Your story. Mine. His. It has to be seen to be believed. And it has to be heard. In the endless babble of narrative, in spite of the daily noise, the story waits to be heard.
Some people say that the best stories have no words. It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit in the template called language.”
– Jeanette Winterson

Right in Your Face, Or Winter at The Tree Place Series, December 7th

Right in Your Face (Winter at The Tree Place Series---7)

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I have agonized all day about this one. I do not feel right. I am telling myself that no one cares. Just to post. But, I care. My intent on this project, I think–to the best of my abilities, is and was to get me out of the house and to The Tree Place. My intent was to attempt to move my personal tastes, perhaps to see and to view beauty in what was not. I thought to go out daily and get at least one image. The first day was amazing. I hadn’t gone for a bit. I was very pleased with the images and had a bit of trouble choosing just one. I was grateful for all of the visions granted to me to experience. I did not wish to diminish any of them. I felt some wonder while taking them. Wonderment that I could feel grounded and joyful just stopping along and taking images on purpose. For any who know me, energy strikes me, and I shoot. No energy, or no camera available, missed shot! I was excited that I went out on purpose looking for pictures and I actually got some.

I stopped, mid shoot, and I prayed and happy tears came, and I felt silly and glad. I held up the camera for a last amazing shot….and the battery light came on! I cursed and then I burst our laughing.

I cannot afford new ones for now. That part is fine. What bothers me is my own rules of commitment. I feel like I am cheating if I post shots from that glorious first day. I tried to convince me that it is all fine and that a shot a day is what I promised. But, I can’t lie to me. I’m glad for that. Though, it’s not good for a daily Winter at The Tree Place series.

In order to ‘fix’ this, I have decided to continue the Winter at The Tree Place series, doing my best. If my car is broken and I need to go out into the yard, I’ll tell you where I got the shot. I certainly can limit myself even by my own expectations. (facial expression that says I am aghast at this repeated ah ha moment)

PS. While choosing the image for today’s post, I was looking at it and noting that no matter how even when right in my face, I couldn’t get all of the object into focus all at the same time. Maybe the lesson might stick now? (ha!giggles)

Morning Trip (36)

“It’s similar to the process one undergoes when learning to play a musical instrument. We sit down, take a few lessons, and are given certain exercises. We begin to practice, and at first the fingers don’t move very easily; they hit a lot of wrong notes and it sounds terrible. But every day we practice, and gradually the fingers start to move more easily, the music starts to sound more beautiful. After a certain period of time, a proficiency develops so that the playing becomes effortless. At that time there is no difference between playing and practice; the playing itself is the practice.
In just the same way, as we practice awareness, we start out very slowly, aware of the movement of each step, “lifting,” “moving,” “placing,” aware of the breath, “rising, falling,” or “in, out.” In the beginning great effort is required. There are many gaps in the mindfulness. There are a lot of struggles and hindrances. But as the mind becomes trained in being aware, in being mindful, it becomes increasingly natural. There is a certain point in the practice when the momentum of mindfulness is so strong that it starts working by itself, and we begin to do things with an ease and simplicity and naturalness which is born out of this effortless awareness.”
– Joseph Goldstein
The Experience of Insight

Morning Trip (33) Butterfly, Bread, and Rumi

“A Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks

A Basket of Fresh Bread (2)

There is a basket of fresh bread on your head,

yet you go door to door asking for crusts.

Knock on the inner door. No other.

Sloshing knee-deep in clear streamwater,

you keep wanting a drink from other poeple’s waterbags.

Water is everywhere around you,

but you see only barriers that keep you from water.

A horse is moving beneath the rider’s thighs,

yet still he asks, Where is my horse?

Right there, under you. Yes, this is a horse,

but where’s the horse? Can’t you see? Yes,

I can see, but whoever saw such a horse?

Mad with thirst, he cannot drink from the stream

running so close by his face.

He is like a pearl on the deep bottom

wondering, inside the shell, Where is the ocean?

His mental questionings form the barrier.

HIs physical eyesight bandages his knowing.

Self-consciousness plugs his ears.

Stay bewildered in God and only that.”

The Inside, Upside Down and Backward Blog

Here I am.  Procrastinated, or as I like to call it, thinking.  Thinking is NOT the same as Pondering.  I wanted to type just then that Pondering is NOT the same as producing.  That would not be true.  All right, for some the idea of producing means a tangible goal achieved which would mean that Pondering is then NOT the same as producing.  Seeee!?!!? How am I to write Inside Out, Upside Down, and Backward when I cannot get past the first three sentences?!?!?!

I require Tea for this!!!
(So will you, I promise.)

Ok, I am back having cleaned the screen with vinegar.  Who would have thunkenuggetted that one could not see the screen all bright and cheery for the goo?  No, I suggest that we do NOT look down at the condition of my keyboard.

Now.  A lovely blogger called Centria just happens to do a lot of the things I do or I think or vice versa.  She’s fun, and I like how she thinks, and how she does not.  I like how people take her seriously when she isn’t, and doesn’t when she is.  I have not yet noticed that others get out a can of whoop-ass at her when she says a thing they cannot grasp or another thing that wafts past the mind a bit too close to home.  I often wonder if there is some gift of what I guess I’d call diplomacy that of course I’m comparing sometimes to see if I lack.  And then, I smile and I know that we move and draw the readers that want what we have.

Sometimes I think about what I think I am going to write and I will wake up and find that She has written it.  I try to be cognizant of this.  This morning I decided to ask her about an idea in a letter.  The letter did and does still feel awkward.

So, back to the beginning.  I love being outside.  I stopped writing about being outside, courtesy.  Remote viewing and sharing isn’t anyone’s fault, it simply is, and can require grace.  It has been bugging me for days now, particularly in my sleep about how much time I spend INSIDE.  And how since NOT writing about being Outside, that I’d somehow shoved OUTSIDE aside…a present no longer mine to cherish.  This is such a funny idea, as my insides are my outside.  Without it, I am upside down and backward.

Now, since this morning I woke with that jittery unsure go go feeling, I asked for focus.  I wasn’t specific enough!  I have been focused on my sore toe all darn day.  WOW!! Does it hurt.  Wow, has it driven away the ability to focus on what I wanted to have my attention.  I would say that I found a distraction for fear of writing crap.  However, I am not that stupid to have a sick toe to do it, not on purpose anyway!

(Yes! Please blow kisses to my toe….)

Apparently I have GREAT FOCUS!

shaking my head and turning all about…

Have a great afternoon


P.S.  Oh! This is what inspired me to begin, though I only read half of it, and finished reading after I published the blog.  It was hilarious so, here it is:
Eighty-three problems “There is a story of a man who came to see the Buddha because he had heard that the Buddha was a great teacher. He had some problems in his life, and he thought the Buddha might be able to help him straighten them out.

The Buddha listened patiently to the man as he laid out all his difficulties and worries, and then waited for the Buddha to say the words that would put everything right for him.

The Buddha said, “I can’t help you.”

“What do you mean?” said the man.

“Everybody’s got problems,” said the Buddha. “In fact, we’ve all got eighty-three problems, each one of us. Eighty-three problems, and there’s nothing you can do about it. If you work really hard on one of them, maybe you can fix it – but if you do, another one will pop right into its place.”

The man was furious. “I thought you were a great teacher! I thought you could help me!”

The Buddha said, “Well, maybe it will help you with the eighty-fourth problem.”

“The eighty-fourth problem?” said the man. “What’s the eighty-fourth problem?”

The Buddha said, “You want to not have any problems.”
– Steve Hagen
Buddhism Plain and Simple