A bear with honey,
Half full, half empty he sits,
Life is the sweetness.
There are clues in wind,
Fading into the music
March the month was very eventful for me and I have to remember that my life is progressing and morphing into this dream. As it always was, my creation requires help, but I also have to be my own help. Everyone is energy and the place where we choose to be requires ourselves to be self-reliant. Help is great, yet the heart is already strong and willing.
I feel so Tony Montana, the bad guy that the people point at for causing havoc. Not everything I say will please you, I might say something that you might not want to hear, the overall picture is that I got my energy out. The film still needs to have a bad guy to make that type of story intriguing. The charisma is the real gem of the movie, the performance and swag created from a persons actions. We perform day to day in this life of a schedule, I’m not the bad guy always, but if I’m pushed then maybe that’s what I need to be.
I got sick twice, and after almost decade of absence, my allergies return. I hit a cow, all in March. Not all of experiences in March were bad, events that remind you of how things can be worse and having the feeling of being greatful even though times are tough and when get put in those positions of loss we must still remember what we have. The health of our families and our own mindful ways of being the invidual we are born to become are always needing that energy.
The world is turning, spinning out of control, so it seems with everything I got going in my life. I’m talking about my relationship with family, my job, my career, all the goals I set, my writing, all this energy needing to be put in its place and then there’s time. The other day I was saying that maturity is a guy that creeps up on you now and then and says Hey, I know more than you…
The stage is as big you want it to be, and maybe it’s not even the stage. The responsibilities of the role or person you’ve become, give you that that purpose. That great feeling of loving the moment and loving everything else the universe throws at you is an art. There are unexpected turns, long detours leading nowhere, someone gives you bad directions. And we can only continue to move, to be that self driven person with a passion.
The speed of time is not written in stone, we almost need to see time as a hummingbird floating above our head watching our every movement.
When life hands you lemons… you make lemonade.
What if life hands you nothing? I think at times we can feel like we got nothing or the short end of the stick, maybe because there is so much not visible to justify the ideal. The goal might be so huge that you might not see the expected succes instantly, the work must continue and the unexpected must be expected.
The day separates
Compassion runs to the moon
Return to the night.
The day never ends
Celebrate the madness