Can extract sunshine from a cloudy day!

Join the great company of those who make the barren places of life fruitful with kindness. Carry a vision of heaven in your hearts, and you shall make your name,your college, the world, correspond to that vision. Your success and happiness lie within you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer wrappings. The great, enduring realities are love and service. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulty. ~ Helen Keller
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Saturday, February 21, 2015

My Few Reasonable Words (✿◠‿◠)

“She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! 
Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.”  ~
 Jane Austen, Persuasion
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I am very very very very batty right now. 
Batty! Batty! Batty! 
I am the Queen of Illustrious Highness Battiness, tadah! 
Only help is my freezy' can of Coke, bag of chips and box of Oreo's. It is s-u-b-lime to be left unfettered to my gruesome munching devices; it would be wise for anyone within proximity to NOT make mention of my hideous gorging.

Of course I will suffer _ later. 
Remorse will be my due company.  I am enlightened aware that this impending cycle is my  doing: grump, munch, smile faintly, feel better, and wait for my junk food fueled dopamine high to wear off.  A staunch resolve to be good will commence, sans penitence. I know me so well. (✿◠‿◠)

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, 
see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, 
to speak a few reasonable words.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von 

In this wicked state, I might as well allow my mind to wander amongst the main road of a favored memory. There are constructions that enamor and pavements that entice - here are some pictures. I distinctly remember that moment as provocatively settling. How snug the conditions of my own personal adventure from which quiet I had this unfolding epiphany.

We are purposed by feelings, I realized
We come ALIVE to taste life's long table buffet of personalized emotions, the encounter of which shapes spirit and unfurls the soul. The trauma of encountering all manner and shades of feelings, the understanding, working and mastering of it grants us wings; human wings. Not so like the angels, for angels have no feet. 

We are us, and only  fully 'us' when we have encountered the evolution of our own inner selves; entirely separate,  living breathing creation from each other, but belonging to one another universally. It's the most beautiful thing, but we don't ever know that from the beginning, because our common nesting is a preconditioned earth of fear.

So we love each other with a magnitude of  underlying apprehension. We care for each other with an underlying distress, and we progress to adulthood yoked by this accidental ancestral fear. It doesn't matter who you are, where you are, where you came from, if you're rich or poor, we're all infected. That's why we want each other to be a certain way, talk a certain way, love a certain way. It's in the air, this contagion. It's in history. It's in the psyche. It's both genesis and genetics. 
Our feelings are guides, much like spiritual ones. 
We must encounter them, face them, talk to them, determine their truth, accuracy and fallacy. When we do, our minds awaken who we are and logic elucidates what we're meant do. As for fear itself; it is lovingly resolved to a faith that lifts our wings. 

These are my few reasonable words. 
I will now take a walk. 

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful images and your writing dear Roselle; enjoy your walk!
    xoxoxo ♡


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