The Thingness of Things

Gardener, artist, writer, walker, atheist, disciple of the Buddha, heathen at heart, vegan, gay, pacifist, realist, nature and yoga: In all I seek the middle ground.

Time

It’s ticking. I have all my life ahead of me, just not as much as I would like. I need to make the most of it. Without feeling old, I can’t say that I feel young.

Color

Now That I’m starting to make a routine of writing, my next step is painting. I felt better about myself when I created more art. I used to paint life, animals, colorful and fun. I need  more of that in my life.

Space

My summer project will be to look for an apartment around here. I need to stay put and stop trying to escape. I’ll reserve a big move for when it is not a flight, and I can afford a nice place to live.

Perspective

A neighbor’s grandson received a heart transplant when he was a baby; now he’s twenty and needs a kidney. How could I get upset about losing a tooth after that?

thechapterfourblog:

The Dietrichs - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)

Video by Jonas Rose Høeg

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The Dietrichs (Simon Ask Ulsnes and Heiðrik á Heygum) is a new queer musical project that covers gay icons from the 1920s up to the 1960s from Marlene Dietrich to Shirley Bassey. The atmosphere is classy / smokey / loungey / sexy.

Holy cow, this is good.

"Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" was written by Sonny Bono for Cher’s second album The Sonny Side of Chér in 1966, and then covered by Nancy Sinatra later that year.

I think I have a favorite version of that song now! I hope to hear them live, in person some day.

Sometimes, jotting down notes is all I can manage.
Today I went through my past notes and pulled out a few story ideas. Some of them might be reworked and publish on my writing blog.
I even made a start on the prompt I received. So despite the snow-sleet-freezing-rain falling, it was a good afternoon.

So, mornings don’t seem to be clear anymore, and evenings want to be left alone.

So, afternoons?

My last stories have been written in the afternoon. Why am I still fighting with myself? Stop resisting Matteo and write when you can. The words a psychologist once told me are worth reminding: If you can only work one hour a day, do it. You’ll still move forward.

From me to me.

(Bonnie Bramlett’s version on Roseanne beeing my favorite, this one is  good  too.)

(Source: idigcovers)

theshoulderoforion:

And in that instant a vibration went out into the void, returned an echo. Intent came forth. Expression. Shape formed in collisions. Each vibration coming back changed, transformed. Light. Darkness. Frequency. Pattern. Coalescing. Heat, tremendous heat and coldness. Attractions, repelling, orbiting. Purpose. Replicating. Awareness. This form and not the other. And with a bang conciousness and unconscious creating and ending infinitely shown as light.
We started here just thoughts, intentions, vibrations in our hearts longing to be expressed to rise and give shape to that echo. Every singularity in that moment exists.
Every reality must fit within its wavelength. So we begin and end within these parameters.
matteofc
Wonderful. I love it. Thanks theshoulderoforion That picture is inspiring. I wish I could do it justice. I guess it will have to wait.

theshoulderoforion:

And in that instant a vibration went out into the void, returned an echo. Intent came forth. Expression. Shape formed in collisions. Each vibration coming back changed, transformed. Light. Darkness. Frequency. Pattern. Coalescing. Heat, tremendous heat and coldness. Attractions, repelling, orbiting. Purpose. Replicating. Awareness. This form and not the other. And with a bang conciousness and unconscious creating and ending infinitely shown as light.

We started here just thoughts, intentions, vibrations in our hearts longing to be expressed to rise and give shape to that echo. Every singularity in that moment exists.

Every reality must fit within its wavelength. So we begin and end within these parameters.

matteofc

Wonderful. I love it. Thanks theshoulderoforion That picture is inspiring. I wish I could do it justice. I guess it will have to wait.

(via theshoulderoforion)

What else is going on out there? Or in there?

I don’t believe in fate, that our lives are orchestrated by the planets or written down in some celestial archives, but some coincidences are rather difficult to explain away. Life can get weird. Connections, meeting of minds and all that.