Today was like yesterday. Still the need to think and be removed. Recently I argued with someone about religion and it wasn’t fun at all. I know everyone is upset with me because of what I believe in. I doubt that it will ever change. But they are my beliefs. I am entitled to them. They are not hasty or born out of anger. Yes I have been angry before and I have been hurt. But my beliefs come from my reasoning and my search for truth. And yes, maybe they will change. But for now this is what they are. All I ask is respect for them. Aside from this, in the argument spirituality was discussed and I most definitely believe that I can and anyone can be spiritual without god. Today I sat in a woods next to a stream and watched leaves float by and listened to the wind and the trees. And I connected to nature on a deeper or higher level than the mere physical. It was quiet and simple. It was honest and pure and beautiful. There were things to be listened to and learned. Some may say that it is god speaking. But I say it is nature itself speaking and connecting. Reaching out. And I am spiritual no less than any Christian or Muslim or Hindu or any religious person. Maybe this whole example means nothing to you who read it. But to me, it means so much.
I was headed off to work when this photo caught my eye. This was taken at the last stop sign out of the neighborhood.
I often find myself ‘framing’ everything as if it were a ‘shot’. This needed no framing, only to be seen.
I love the simple beauty it holds. The longing sky, the contrast of the grass & sky and the emptiness. Nothing around. Nothing in sight.
Whoever thought to paint a smiley face on a silo, brilliant.
Its located in the small town where I went to highschool. Drove by it countless times, though it never really struck me as an object of importance. Until today. Stopped me dead in my tracks. I smiled. So simple.
Things, words, actions, feelings, mean nothing until you’re ready for them. Open your eyes to see what has always been there.
I’m not one big on receiving flowers, as they die, become a mess and the water is gross to clean up. However, in nature, where they should be I find them beautifully captivating. How they grow, what they grow around, how they grow in seasons, the contrast they hold against the earth and sky & those that come back every year. Daisy’s are my favorite. So simple. So delicate. So beautiful. So natural.
I’m a runner. I love running. When I hit that ‘runners high’, limits are endless. Recent health issues have caused setbacks. I’m just getting back to running, hoping to be able to do so at least 3 times a week.
Lillian was with me for my first run, this spring. We ran a solid two miles with 15 pushups before, at & after each mile. For those of you who know me this seems so simple, but for those of you who KNOW me, this is huge!! Thank you for all your continued love & support!
Shot after a mid afternoon Friday run! ❤