About a year ago, I posted this video. The days were gray.
The days are gray now as well. This year the gray days are prolonged.
Just enough teasing sunshine in between to make the gray days even more miserable.
I’ve found though, that joy and peace can be found in those days, regardless.
So it is my hope that this little video will help you find some joy and even peace in your day.
Just remember, Spring IS on the way.
I’ve been reading lately about how to make this blog a better place to visit.
My first thought, long ago, was to tell my personal story, then use it to help some to crawl out of the pit that they, or someone else, dug for them.
I have for many years, off and on, written random and not so random things in journals. I’ve kept them all, even shared bits and pieces of them, in an attempt to help others.
From there I went on to showing people the value of some quiet in their life, and hopefully, helping them to create some for their own.
Next came the photographs that I so love to take.
Some have been made into my little films, calendars, puzzles and coffee table books.
Now I’m even thinking of, gulp, my religious and political leanings.
I must say, I hate confrontation of any kind. (Confrontation there would most likely be!)
The prolonged temper tantrum I see all around makes me angry, and quite frankly, sick to my stomach. This is not to mention that it intimidates me a lot.
What do I do?
What would You do?
What would you like to see here?
What would make you want to come back?
I’ve been a blogger off and on since 2008. I’m still not happy with where I am, but I am also not compelled to quit.
All the years of processing cannot be for nothing. Can I ask? Where have your processes taken you? Would you care to share in the comments?
There. It’s out there. My fears. My questions.
Do I pick just one topic, hope for the best, and stay comfy and safe?
Can comfy and safe really change the world?
In my previous post, I used this statistic; The average person in Western society is bombarded by 35-48 thought fragments per minute. Per minute folks!
It is no wonder that our children (and our adults!) can’t concentrate. There is so much “noise” all the time – there is no room to hear our true voice, the one that lives inside of us.
And, after hearing all the noise that is provided to us, sorting out the truth is just that much more difficult. Our moral compasses have a difficult time defining true north.
This is why I advocate for quiet time. Just some time, a little, or a lot, depending on your personality and your circumstances.
Taking some time to turn off the noise, and do a deep dive into that really makes us who we are.
I find that without that time of quiescence, I find myself floating near the surface of truth, but not really connecting to it.
The quiet helps me to separate the truth from the noise.
Once I sort that out, I can burst through the surface, and really begin to connect with my dreams, my aspirations, and my passions.
In short, I can be who I was created to be.
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