“I see you hiding behind those rocks, brown dog. Yes, I have eyes in the back of my head. Wait… that’s the front of my head. No, no, the back… oh, never mind.”
Henhouse, Episode 6
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Author Archives: Maggie C
Nirvana
following my bliss I seem to have lost its scent once it reached my bed
Weekend Coffee Share 5/14/16
If we were having coffee… well, I’d be offering herbal tea today. Rather late in the day for caffeine. For me, anyway. After weather hovering in the mid-80 degree (Fahrenheit) range, today turned cloudy, wet, and has cooled down to the 50s, so warm tea seems apropos.
If we were having tea, I’d tell you that this past week has been one of introspection for me. With years and years spent on the self-help/self-improvement track, I never managed to become very self-helpful, no matter how many books I read, seminars I attended, meditation techniques I tried…
But life threw me enough curve balls – make that hand grenades – that I had to finally just hunker down and work on survival. Not getting rich, gaining power, living the life of my dreams, finding true love, finding nirvana… Just surviving.
Once the dust settled and I could lift my head above the trench I had cowered in, I came to a kind of peace with myself and my life. It’s okay. Everything is okay. More than okay. A lot of facets of my life are pretty freaking amazing.
No, I didn’t win the lottery. I didn’t suddenly figure out how to “make friends and influence people.” But I realized that what I truly wanted in my life had very little to do with what the self-help gurus were peddling.
I’m not perfect (okay, stating the obvious now), my life’s not a bed of roses. Dandelions, yes; roses, no. But I get to just be me.
The real work I see for myself at this stage is learning to be comfortable with being me. Comfortable with my lifestyle choices, with my appearance, with my priorities. And not feeling the need to compare myself to others. Not overthinking everything and stressing over what everyone else might think about me and my choices.
Wow. How did I get off on this tangent? From chatting about the weather, I managed to segue into life values. Hmmm.
I’ve been introspecting so much here that my tea has gone cold. Yours too, probably. And I have no spiffy wrap up planned for this unplanned post. More tea, perhaps?
Next time I’ll let you do the talking. Hope you have a great week ahead.
Thank you to Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.
That Look
you are judging me I recognize that look from when I’m judging you
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Face
Chiseled Features
Art comes in many media and creative techniques. These three faces were carved from logs with chain saws, with final touches added by chisel.
The first two represent lumberjacks. And the third is none other than Sasquatch (Big Foot) himself.
These large carvings are on display at Camp 18 Logging Museum in Elsie, Oregon. Photos showing a more distant view of the lumberjacks can be seen in this post on my sister blog, “What Rhymes with Stanza?”
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Face
Stocking Up
thoughts for a penny such a bargain for wisdom give me all you’ve got
Wordless Wednesday 5/11/16
Wordless Wednesday (Week 19)
Chance Encounter
We met one morning, you and I.
You stood stock-still and watched me
with fear, I think.
Curious, I stood-stock still
so as not to scare you away.
Had you been older
(and less enchanting),
our encounter might have gone
quite differently.
If you felt cornered
you’d bare your teeth,
and hiss a warning
for me to stay away.
You may have tried the ploy
of playing possum,
flat on your side, stiff and unmoving,
eyes closed in mock death.
I might have poked you with a stick,
testing your resolve to continue
this risky gambit.
It would be a long stick and a soft poke,
lest you chose to resurrect.
But as it was, we simply met,
assessed our respective threats,
and finding none, we parted ways.
Should we meet again,
I’ll hold no kind sentiment.
You will sense no familiarity.
Despite our chance encounter,
your innocence and my curiosity,
we are not – and never shall be –
kindred souls.
Discover Challenge: Chance Encounter
Puzzling
it's a puzzle how the picture comes together one piece at a time
The Daily Post One-Word Prompt: Chaos
What Rhymes with Stanza? 