Shoes. Why do we insist on hurting ourselves? Many fads and fashions appear ridiculous viewed in retrospect. Under the guise of honoring the body, we abuse it. Some things seem to go backwards. Wearing plastic. Living in tupperware™ with a marble counter. Recycling doesn't make it okay. Will we transcend, mutate, or disappear?
Airplanes, air travel, birds, bird's eye view. Taking time to change our perspective, to go somewhere different, to do something different, before time goes by. If there was only 1 year what would you do? I have been pondering this question all day. The answer is, I'm already doing it. As I chose to be me, to step fully into myself and be, do, say, and want what I want, I am living to care enough to change.
What if time doesn't go around in an infinite circle of clock? What if time goes out in spokes? What if time is a spiral? What if the spiral is spiritual evolution? What if it's our way of knowing where we are? Our mark in the levels to home? And when we get there time becomes irrelevant.
Books of creative indulgence, intelligence distilled, wonder on paper, imagination rampant. Creativity cannot be quelled. It is us. We are it. There is no escape. We cannot help but create. Could not imagine life any other way. Holons, the individual and the whole, creation by leaps. Of course it's by leaps. Random and deliberate information goes in , swirls around, and an entire new idea comes out. Amazing really. What goes in helps define the quality of what comes out. Reality changes in an instant.
To walk on the Earth is a great joy. Sight, sound, feeling. The night sky, the enormity of it all. How can any piece of art capture it all? Maybe we can only capture our feeling of it. A brief moment of amazing beauty, a speck of wonder, a flash of awe. Construction and destruction all at once. All of it incredible.
Time is challenging. We think we have to pack in so much. And yet, I have time to stop and create, 5 min., 10 min., it doesn't matter, just stop and create, write, draw, snap a picture, make up new lyrics. Moments of creation happen instantly, take the time to record them. Then you can come back and pick what to expand and present to the world. So many wins.
My commitments are passing fancies. I'm committed until the activity has served its purpose or lost its attraction. What does it take to commit to something long term? Legal obligation? The effort and emotion to stop is greater than the seeable, believable reward? If we were legally obligated to exercise daily, would we, or would we just show up and put in the least possible effort? Choice is a funny thing. It can be powerful or it can be the road to self damnation. What's the missing ingredient?