A good friend and I met for breakfast this early morning. It was awesome not only to see her, but to be on the road traveling to her before many people were even awake.
Afterword we stopped for snacks and water then headed on up to the art studio. We painted from 10 to 12:40. Mine is left, hers right. I need to touch up my flower petals. This time with her is always so fun.
Hurrying to finish, we rushed out of there to see a movie at the local theater which was just up the road. We saw the movie about Linda Ronstadt. What an incredible lady!
One phrase she said near the end of the movie is this …
“People are so worried about what happens after death, but the real question is, what are you doing until then?”
I admit it, that one got me …
What are you doing in life right now? After all, this moment is potentially the only one we will have. Make the most of it. You deserve to live fully, everyone does.
Dance, sing, paint, draw, create. YOU are a magnificent being! The potential is enormous!
Secrets may be the most evil thing there is. They break the ability to trust, they rob morals, integrity and honesty. They are the crux of all negative emotion and separation of people, culture … and worlds.
How fast does thought form travel? It must travel faster than the speed of light. You can’t put a board between it like you can with light, to block the receiver from receiving it. You cant put muffs on it as you could with sound, to block the receiver from receiving it. No .. once the thought is thunk it is done, it has been received just as soon as it enters mind(s), or consciousness of any kind … there is no retrieving it.
Just who is Walter Schumman? A question posed in the midst of sleep. He was the composer for the music in Night of the Hunter, I’ve attached a clip of the movie and of sound related to it.
Dream, little one, dream. Dream, my little one, dream. For the hunter in the night fills your childish heart with fright. Fear is only a dream, so dream, little one dream.
I decided today would be an afternoon of crocheting and netflix, I hadn’t turned on the television for the last 5 or 6 months. I am reminded why …
The series I chose was quite addicting, like the old time soap operas mom used to watch. One after the other they began and ended, leaving me wanting to see the next. Hours of this! I felt as though my whole day was being wasted, yet found it difficult to even get up long enough to let the dogs out! This thing with televised drama seems to be even more time consuming that the internet. At least with blogging there is time spent in ones own mind, instead of just droning through the afternoon, one show, followed by the next, and the next.
I intend to keep the television off for several more months. I will leave it long enough to forget what these series of shows were even about. Hopefully there will be many opportunities to introduced variance in my days, as has been the case for some time now.