Lansing seems to be so hot lately, i’m concerned there won’t be much of it left after the summer is gone!
well ok, this is actually a house left over from a fire. but it’s pretty cool. i mean – sorry – it’s never cool to have your house catch fire. so i hope everyone was ok and got out all right. but the melted structure looks pretty cool. interesting. odd. like the house was fed up with its outfit and decided to shed its old personality for something more up to date.
it’s fascinating. looks like sculpting clay being scraped away.
do you think houses have feelings? i wonder if the house is embarrassed about its semi-nude appearance?
these are my two favorite colors! or maybe, two of my favorite colors. OR BOTH!! 😀
today i read a good – but difficult – book. and i cried. and cried more. and wondered why the world is the way it is. why life is like this. why do we have to have death and loss, sorrow and anguish? but even while wondering this, i knew that i wouldn’t trade my sorrows. all of my hurts and pains have made me stronger, or more compassionate, more diligent, or more wise. all of my losses have made me grateful for what i do have, and hopeful that i can appreciate the beauty in life while it is in front of me, instead of worrying about what MIGHT happen, or focusing on the hardships.
and hopefully, as i focus more on the good than the bad, more of the good will come to me, and remind me of the wonder of life, in all its challenges.
still, i wish i could write some decent poetry when i’m NOT depressed
loving it … this is uber cool. i don’t know how anyone has the patience or the filangial dexterity for this. i’m pretty sure i would burst a vital organ if i tried this.
it’s like this … i have all these ideas, and projects, and books to write…rooms to clean…stuff and more stuff. and i get this wave of inspiration, or this brilliant flow of creativity. and i’m motivated, not sleeping because the ideas won’t let me, and the hunger to create keeps me up all night, kooky on caffeine, or wakes me up early so that i am groggy and can hardly make it down the stairs without breaking a leg or squishing a cat. and then it happens. i get to the computer and it all leaks out of my brain. all that good creativity, oozing out of my ears. all that brilliance, spreading over my cushion as my head collapses onto the couch and my eyes force themselves shut. it’s like this:
although, the journey may be the best part of the whole damn mess of life; climbing this creative ladder may be more of what i need than a final product.
hmmm…not very Zen today, am i? maybe i just need more coffee…