November 28, 2009
We are, of course, all unique children of the Universe, God, Goddess, All That Is, Allah, Buddha, (however you wish to think of it). There is no one in the world quite like us. We are all here for a purpose, and without each of us, in the here and now, the entire world would not function in quite the same fashion. (the ripple affect) This week it would be lovely for each of us to be mindful of our own unique gifts, and give thanks for simply having the privilege of being on this planet during these magnificent and challenging times of change.
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations." ~ Anais Nin
WHAT MAKES MY HEART SING?
Old doors and windows!! They attract me, invite me, call me, lure me and tempt me. I become curious. They stimulate my imagination. What's inside? Who lives there? Whose lives are they protecting. Who are they making a safe haven for? What secrets to they hold? I could write stories about doors and windows. I could paint doors and windows. Doors and windows have character. They can be shy, bold, meek, in your face, ooze history, seem neglected and lonely, or be just plain beautiful. Old doors and windows make my heart sing!