what does it mean to be fearless?

     - the ability to understand the difference..        




    

   Recently I was walking a dog along the beach. Once again, the sun was setting
   and the water turned burnt orange..I looked into the dog’s eyes, which were
   wondering when the ball would be coming their way. Delighted, I cried:
   Would you look at that beautiful sunset!.The dog just looked at me
   and said nothing. In his eyes I read: There’s a big difference
   between being happy and thinking that you’re happy.
   Tijn Touber










   ..& methinks Jeannie said it in the sublimest of ways :)




photo from flickr by frc green fransesca

    lies & limitations..                                   
                                       




 



photo from flickr by jordan b. sach

   the sluggard

   impossible immense morning
   where one never gets out of bed
   or even close to its outskirts
   it is that far-flung
   the size of a county
   worming one's way
   underneath low hanging damp duvet
   single erring spermatozon
   has not the stamina to get there
   has to stop
   to breathe in air and courage
   no sweaty panic on the sheets now
   untried creases yet to follow
   no traffic to be concerned with
   one is expected out there by the boarder of duvet
   with questions, appointments, skids, ties,
   one is expected to wake up
   there is an obligation to dig a way out
   once a day
   and show up
   eat a little
   grow a little
   cue up and wait one's turn
   stretch
   bend
   sign something or dance
   take a stand
   learn a lesson
   lend a hand
   but I grow weary in my moves
   by all this duvet
   protruding in front of me like a glacier
   what propagates through down
   send out a felt like morse
   to impatiently tripping executives
   teachattering relatives
   educators on duty and creditors:
   I am alive but weakened in advance
   get a search going
   with radar, frogmen, st. bernhard dogs.

   benny andersen from: the internal bowlerhat




photo from flickr by Irene Suchocki

.....what confuses you most about the world?









   lots & lots. I'm blessed with many a burst of confusion & esp like the last syllable of
   the word..-fusion. Confusion is a great state of mind to be in. A notion that change
   is approaching, that something new has entered my horizon of perception &
   is challenging my beliefs, an opportunity to expand and embrace a wider
   understanding. I think confusion is right up there with curiosity
   & when I allow them to play with each other, I know
   I'm eventually in for a treat. The tricky part is to
   not identify with the state of confusion but
   to take a step back & watch the
   vastness of possibility unfold.





   your mind is like a parachute.
   it works only when open.
   unknown

I highly value the important details in & nuances of color coordination.
Some people look weirdly at me when wearing shoes of different colors
or white at funerals. I might place too much importance on what others think,
my fear of limitations & them lil square boxes we seem to place each other in.

I know I still occcasionally place too much importance on the voice of my superego,
although I am trained in saying sod off!! when that lil bugger makes an apppearance.
I still want others to love me, which is probably why that voice matters in the first place.

I used to overvalue my thoughts & particurlarly the capacity of my intellect in general.
Although I no longer identify with my thoughts, I can still be seen struck dumbfound
when my intellect does happen to underestimate the predictability of stupidity.

I suspect I might still place too much importance on my highest value honesty.
Although I do understand why others may not be able to love what I love,
that part of me is still so black & white, so no compromises, so either or.

Which is probably why I highly value a nuanced palette for perception,
dancing with my shadow in its varying shades of greyish purple,
minds of many colors, open hearts of the deepest green ..&

why color coordination is important to me in the first place.





   it is what you love & not who loves you
   that defines who you are




original title of painting: farbstudie quadrate by wassily kandinsky