The supporting role

Just because I'm on my own,
As we surely all are,
Does not mean I am acting alone.
There are many powers at play,
And I am ready to join in the fun.
The entirety of the cosmos -
All of infinity! -
Transpires to give me what I need
(Which is not to say,
always what I want).
I shall support this universe of mine,
Speak the lines and improvise,
Look to her as my director,
on this large cosmic stage called life.


Astromystephysiologicality!

I am the Third Person

When I see myself in third person,
I am pretty certain you’re that person.
Its like first, but not -
I see myself while
Feeling your eyes on me;
My eyes on myself.
You on me is me on myself,
I guess.
And the funny thing is,
It’s all me -
From beginning to end!
There might as well
Be no trace of you, with me, at all.

I guess myself in third person
Is first afterall.



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Others being reflections to see ourselves ... but choosing who to (well, sometimes choosing is impossible, we just must) see ourselves through is important I'd say.

The Way of the Day

The day could go whatever which way.
The beginning shows direction...
Shows the days appreciation.

What shall we do today?
Today. To. Day.
This day.


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"Not til we are lost, in other words, not until we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations." - Henry David Thoreau

Pianiste

Imagine, maintenant : un piano.
Les touches ont un début.
Et les touches ont une fin.
Toi, tu sais qu'il y en a quatre-vingt-huit, là-dessus personne peut te rouler.
Elles sont pas infinies, elles. ...
Mais toi, tu es infini, et sur ces touches, la musique que tu peux jouer elle est infinie.
Elles, elles sont quatre-vingt-huit.
Toi, tu es infini.
Voilà ce qui me plaît.
Ca, c'est quelque chose qu'on peut vivre. Mais si je monte sur cette passerelle et que devant moi se déroule un clavier de millions de touche, des millions, des millions et des milliards de touches, qui ne finissent jamais, et ce clavier-là, il est infini/
Et si ce clavier est infini, alors ...
Sur ce clavier-là, il n'y a aucune musique que tu puisses jouer.
Tu n'es pas assis sur le bon tabouret : ce piano-là, c'est Dieu qui y joue...

Nom d'un chien, mais tu les as seulement vues, ces rues ?
Rien qu'en rues, il y en avait des milliers, comment vous faites là-bas pour en choisir une ...
Pour choisir une femme ...
Une maison, une terre qui soit la vôtre, un paysage à regarder, une manière de mourir...
Tout ce monde, là...
Ce monde collé à toi, et tu ne sais même pas où il finit.
Jusqu'où il y en a...
Vous n'avez jamais peur, vous, d'exploser, rien que d'y penser, à toute cette énormité, rien que d'y penser ?
D'y vivre...

Moi, j'y suis né, sur ce bateau.
Et le monde y passait, mais par deux mille personnes à la fois.
Et des désirs, il y en avait aussi, mais pas plus que ce qui pouvait tenir entre la proue et la poupe.
Tu jouais ton bonheur, sur un clavier qui n'était pas infini.
C'est ça que j'ai appris, moi.
La terre, c'est un bateau trop grand pour moi. C'est un trop long voyage.
Une femme trop belle.
Un parfum trop fort.
Une musique que je ne sais pas jouer.
Pardonnez-moi.
Mais je ne descendrai pas.



Pianiste de Alessandro Baricco

A reminder from the past

58 years ago - Seth Godin

The world was a twitch away from total nuclear destruction. White bread was a health food. Diabetes and obesity were relatively rare. The newspaper was the way most people heard about the news. We thought things were moving very fast, frighteningly fast. Women rarely worked outside the home, and the Rev. King was a relatively unknown preacher. No one owned a computer. The number of books published every year was quite small, as was the local bookstore. It was almost impossible to spend more than 45 minutes a day keeping up with current events. It was against the law for blacks and whites to marry in Virginia, and for gay couples to marry just about anywhere. Apartheid was mostly unremarked upon in the US. UPS never came to your house. A long-distance phone call was a big deal.

Air conditioning was rare, bottled water hadn’t been invented yet, there were no billionaires, there were three or four channels of TV, movies were only shown in movie theaters, most dangerous diseases would certainly kill you. The air and water were clean, but we were working overtime to make them dirty. Congress wasn’t a version of pro wrestling. Milk came in only one formulation (whole), you probably worked at the same company for a very long time and relatively few people went to college.

And 58 years from now, when, actuarially, most of us will still be around, what will things be like then? Slower? Apparently more stable? Based on skills we have today?

There is no normal. Simply the relentless cycle of change.

Today’s as good a day as any to dedicate your birthday to helping someone in more dire straits than most of us can even imagine. Thanks to you, there are thousands (thousands!) of people who are alive today, alive and healthy, because you, the readers of this blog, showed up for them.

There is no normal, but we can always work to make things better.

The rhythm of time and space

As I grow older, I hear my body speak more loudly. It tells me what it needs. Lately, it's about rhythm. About taking time for myself. About knowing my boundaries and limitations physically and mentally, where to put my energy so that I can come back to myself quickly when depleted. The ebbs and flows of energy are becoming more apparent; I can see them coming from farther away.

I have always had a fear of missing out. FOMO has been a reality for me. I suppose I never thought I would live this long; when I was a teenager I couldn't see past my twenties. So, everything was urgent. Do it now, or do it never. As I am gifted day after day I realize there is so much time to get it all accomplished, to do all the things. I can afford to miss out on what seems to be the most important thing in the world.

Don't get me wrong.
I know death is near.
It is so much more near than we like to think - if at all.

Perhaps the greatest gift I can give myself through this time in life is not to rush through it, not to be everywhere at once. Where I am now is sufficient, it is even the best, because wherever I am right now is where I'm supposed to be. I am learning to stop wishing I was elsewhere. Learning that there is no other time or place but the here and now. Not in a fluffy spiritual way; in a REAL way. In a way that yes, if I have my two feet planted firmly on this ground where I stand, this must be the best place. It must be, for I make it the best place. In the end, it does not matter where I stood, but that I stood firmly, strongly, and with full dignity. Knowing I deserve to be here, to take up this space and time. And if there are a few things I didn't do, a few places I didn't go, I will not think back on these things that did not exist. Rather, I will look back on where I was and what I did do, looking for the moments I most felt happiness and love.

I have gone through heavy waves these past few weeks. A lot of intensity all around, even the quiet being intense. I am now needing to slow right down and stay put, for I've exhausted my heart and mind to a point which makes me lose connection to the outside world. I have caved in because I put too much load on. I am learning. Taking notes. Listening. Summer time is exciting, invigorating and stimulating, but I overdo it with my child's mind thinking it will not last or will never come again. Rather, I shall remind myself that this moment will never happen again. This will be - is - a full life.