Feel-good Friday: Seize the Moment

The Blue Heron knows how to stand out in the crowdblueheron1

He stands elegantly and silently in wait and so very patient in the momentblueheron2

Nothing seems to bother him.  He’s so intent and focused that he doesn’t even notice his own reflection

He appears to be in a trancelike stateblueheron3

But he can act quickly when the time is right.  He composes himself again as gracefully as he dips his beak beneath the surface

It’s only when he’s ready to move on that he decides to take flightblueheron4

If only we could be more like him

photos/words: d. king

Creativity is the Blue Heron within us waiting to fly; through her imagination, all things become possible.”― Nadia Janice Brown (unscrambled eggs).

 

 

 

 

Feel-good Friday: by the Fire

Baby, it’s cold outside.

Jack’s rendition of The Cremation Of Sam McGee by Robert Louis Stevensonjackfriday2

He was always cold but the land of gold
Seemed to hold him like a spell
Though he’d often say in his doggy way
That he’d sooner live in hell

How about NOW? NOW can I chase them?
How about NOW? NOW can I chase them?

And there lay Jack, looking cool and calm
In the heart of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you could see a mile
And he said, “Please close that door”

I think the sweate my grandma knit looks a bit small for you
I think the sweater my grandma knit looks a bit small for you

“It’s fine in here but I greatly fear
You’ll let in the cold and storm
Since I left my home in Bangkok
It’s the first time I’ve been warm”jackfriday5

He’s so clever, that dog! He chased a squirrel right up a tree.  Now where did that darn squirrel go?  Oh no; not the other tree!

He likes to WINDOW SHOP; literally!
He likes to WINDOW SHOP; literally!

I use him as a sniffer dog – to sniff out the right pairs of shoes. Mary Janes are his faves.

xo2Have a warm weekend!

Photos: d. king

contemplating the MASKS WE WEAR

Two weeks ago I posted about artist Judith Henry who incorporates masks as part of her mixed-media artwork compositions that explore the various roles we play. downloadShe hides behind a mask and becomes part of her canvas (above), just as we sometimes hide a part of our personality in certain settings and depending on the situation.

It got me thinking about the ‘masks’ we all wear, to what extent we tend to layer ourselves at times and the reasons why.  I don’t know the psychology behind it, but I think it’s fairly simple to explain.

In theory, ‘masks’ are a persona that we put on top of the ‘real thing.’ It is a version of our ‘true selves.  It’s not necessarily that we aren’t being authentic, but we can edit our personalities and decorate the versions we prefer to share to the world.masks-we-wear-image

Why do we feel the need to do this?

What they shield are those parts of us that for whatever reasons, we don’t like or accept; or that others need us to hide to make them feel more comfortable. Or we don’t feel comfortable telling the complete truth for fear of breaking down so we are in actuality protecting ourselves from being hurt, our pride from rejection or to keep us from looking like a complete fool. Okay, maybe it’s not so simple after all.

I’m sure that if everyone let down their complete guard to anyone who asked “how are you today” people might be surprised and not be able to fully accept or handle exactly how you’re really doing. It’s keeping a barrier of politeness and having boundaries. In other words, “not wearing your life on your sleeve” at the first introduction.

Then there are societal rules that make it easier for us to fit in so we can adapt to situations like when we’re looking for work or meeting new people for the first time. We don’t want to appear too needy or too shy but sometimes we are exactly that.  That’s just the rules of the game folks.

Interesting subject though don’t you think? 

I'm just great, thank you very much!
I’m just great, thank you very much…Sure!

Two poems on the matter:

“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.” –  Shel Silverstein, Every Thing On It
 

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,–
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask! – Paul Laurence Dunbar

Words….trying not to get lost in translation

This is written on the wall of a shop in Oaxaca, Mexico. 20141107_105844

Translation (more or less):

when you love what you are

there is nothing that is unconquerable or unreachable

when you really love yourself

(here is where it gets a little lost) live only in the light of your own laughter

and travel only by the way of joy and happiness

Look up.…look way up!   and… “Don’t Lose the NOW20141107_220753

This one is a photo taken of a famous poem written by Jorge Luis Borges that filled the whole ceiling of a quaint little wine bar/restaurant in historic Oaxaca where my friends and I listened to live Cuban music.  Borges, an Argentine poet, short-story writer, essayist and translator was a key figure in Spanish language literature.  His work embraces the “character of unreality in all literature.”  This is a beautiful writing and will make you think about your life:20141107_220753 - Copy

INSTANTS

If I could live again my life,
In the next – I’ll try,
– to make more mistakes,
I won’t try to be so perfect,
I’ll be more relaxed,
I’ll be more full – than I am now,
In fact, I’ll take fewer things seriously,
I’ll be less hygenic,
I’ll take more risks,
I’ll take more trips,
I’ll watch more sunsets,
I’ll climb more mountains,
I’ll swim more rivers,
I’ll go to more places – I’ve never been,
I’ll eat more ice creams and less (lime) beans,
I’ll have more real problems – and less imaginary
ones,
I was one of those people who live
prudent and prolific lives –
each minute of his life,
Of course that I had moments of joy – but,
if I could go back I’ll try to have only good moments,

If you don’t know – thats what life is made of,
Don’t lose the now!

I was one of those who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
and without an umberella and without a parachute,

If I could live again – I will travel light,
If I could live again – I’ll try to work bare feet
at the beginning of spring till
the end of autumn,
I’ll ride more carts,
I’ll watch more sunrises and play with more children,
If I have the life to live – but now I am 85,
– and I know that I am dying …

Jorge Louis Borges