Preparing for demolition
This 1950s wallpaper revealed.
The young boy’s heart, embedded on a wall.
No date for reference.
What is our world, if we have not the encouraging word?
Act singly, and what you have already done singly will justify you now. The force of character is cumulative. –Ralph Waldo Emerson
Step out. Be true to yourself. Do not hurt others, do good to all. Then peace will come.
I got stuck in the 60s tonight. I watched one of my favorites: The Newlywed Game. All of them. On YouTube. I admired the bride’s hair: the big beehive ‘do. The mascara and eye shadow. The California lifestyle.
Do you remember that game? We would play it by the hour. You’d draw a chart, naming your choices of places to live, boys’ names (to marry), a car to drive and a career. I cannot remember the counting formula, perhaps one of my readers can. Anyway, count away and you’d find your destiny.
I think I always had choices of California, Florida, or … I don’t remember having any other! Maybe I chose Hawaii. But certainly not my home town.
I’m not sure of his profession, but it was the man’s profession, for sure.
I do not remember the rest. I’m sure a color and a car were significant.
I will always remember how I thought the best place in the world had to be California. I was definitely a California girl. In my dreams.
I’m 61. My dreams have changed. Oh sure, I have visited California. A Californian friend even stated that there is no other place in the world to live! But I do admit, i love my small village I returned to, I love my farm and I love (even more) my farmer, who makes life worthwhile and every day a priceless treasure! (Thank you, Ross).
Still, there is a little girl…and her little girl dreams….
I’m so tired of news. Man vs. Nature. What do they expect? Seriously! We mess with the land, we try to tame nature. There is no taming her. She will take over whenever man tries to control her too much. When will we learn to respect her? Leave the Everglades alone, respond to the cities and leave if you need to!
Leave her for a few moments, she will take over her world. This is her world. It’s not nice to try to fool Mother Natire, after all.
Early each morning, about 4:50 a.m., actually, the birds start their morning song. For me, this is a song of faith for today. We have enough strength to deal with today and today only, that is why (in my mind) the bird sings each morning, to remind me that a new day is at hand. I get to take advantage of this day, the only day that I have left. I defend my territory, claim it as mine, I do my best to attract others by being only who I am, not what someone else wants. It’s called self love.
I’ve done a lot of reading and thinking about self love. This needs to be promoted. Releasing the burdens of our life on a daily basis, until the recording stops inside, and we have forgiven ourselves for experiences that perhaps were not the wisest, but with our primitive tools was all we had to use at that time. Like magic, a new tool has appeared. Why didn’t I have that tool before? Because you didn’t. You did the best you could. It’s okay.
Soul acceptance is important. My soul knows exactly what it is doing, I need to acknowledge that and love me. And continue to seek the best. On a daily basis. Reflecting yesterday, I wrote these words: “Smile when I think of me. I smile when I think of someone who gives me pleasure. I need to smile at the thought of me.”
Intellect, Ralph Waldo Emerson.
“Our intellections are mainly perspective…Each truth that a writer acquires is a lantern which he instantly turns full on what facts and thoughts lay already in his mind, and behold, all the mats and rubbish which had littered his garret become precious. Every trivial fact in his private biography becomes an illustration of this new principle, revisits the day, and delights all men by its piquancy and new charm. Men say, where did he get this? and think there was something divine in his life. But no; they have myriads of facts just as good, would they only get a lamp to ransack their attics withal…We are all wise. The difference between persons is not in wisdom but in art…”
I could go on, but I won’t. My encouragement this morning, though, is to light the lamp and start ransacking the attic of my mind, digging for that precious gold: our treasure of stories, wisdom that we have gleaned based on experience, or non-wisdom!
Please excuse me, I need to light my lantern now…