“…It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humourless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered…”
You just know I have been milking that joke (in the post title) all month, right? 🙂
I love me some nature photography. I do not claim to be very good at it, nor do I have any fancy equipment, lenses, or even a decent camera. Just my little iPhone with the cracked screen. It does the job though and I get some pretty nice shots when we are out and about. But, really, nature does all the work – I just show up and take the photos.
Fungi always seems a bit magical and other-worldly, because of its weird shapes, colours and places in which it grows. I would like to tell you I can identify all of these little toadstools and mushrooms but, clearly, I would be lying. I have no idea if anyone of them are edible. They’re just neat – that’s all I know – and, during this hike through the forest in Jarrahdale, they were in abundance.
We had to be careful where we walked, in case we squished some of the more well-camouflaged specimens, and you had to look down and up and sideways and under things and above your head because they grew in all sorts of places.
Nature is so clever and beautiful, and we should take the time to notice her work more often. Not just trample all over it. We need to learn to tread more softly and leave smaller footprints. We miss out on so much when we don’t stop and look around every now and then and remember to be grateful and appreciative.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice. meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
It’s been a very long week. Do you ever feel like time is speeding up but somehow there’s more stuff to deal with and fit in to every 24-hour period? I have been trying desperately to get a grip on my worrying and anxiety and, in particular, my dermotillomania which is just driving me nutty. Or, more likely, I am already nutty and that’s my I can’t stop destroying my fingers with the constant picking and chewing. It’s gross. And I hate it. And I wish I could stop, but I can’t at the moment. So, bandaids are my best friend – they cover things up and keep me from being able to do further damage (although, to be honest, I just move on to another finger).
The best thing is to keep busy. And the best way to keep busy (for me) is to do something creative. It’s hard to chew your fingers while they’re wrapped around a paintbrush or holding a pair of scissors. I do try not to sit around doing nothing – watching TV is THE WORST. Halfway through an episode of Masterchef and I’ve decimated several fingers on one hand and am thinking of moving on to the other.
Anyway, being creative is a good way to put those fingers to better use. I haven’t had a lot of free time this month so my craft room has been very neglected (the painting below was done weeks ago…) But I am determined this weekend will have a few hours set aside for me to shut myself away from the world and all the worries it contains and do some painting, collaging, drawing and making.
That’s my wish anyway – things don’t always go to plan 🙂
Thank you for reading. Hope your weekend is wonderful and that a few special wishes come true for you x
“…Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious,
to believe that the world could still change for the better.
And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’
Yes, evil often seems to surpass good.
But then, in spite of us, and without our permission,
there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts.
One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw.
And so I must still have hope…”