HumbleBee Whispers presents 'Illumined Letters & Postcards' I shall do my best to keep things flowing clear and smooth as golden honey but we all know that can get real sticky thus presenting a little intrigue along the way.
If you must then remind yourself, it’s only a quick trip solely to gather a little more wisdom. Now come back and take that forward into today and tomorrow if we’re fortunate enough.
In hindsight we’ve seen so much, a whole lot of good is in there; feelings of sadness and/or disappointment -I’ve learned along the way- is to me, rather pointless to relive over and over. How is that going to change any past occurrence? The beauty of those times however comes in knowing they offered a sense of contrast. Yes, very much like photography; from where I’ve been standing, this soul is an avid subscriber to contrast.
I’m going to boldly add memories, speaking of the past. Personally I love to reminisce happy recollections. What fun and laughter they bring to the table. From my own personal experience I have learned, the painful bitter ones I say, can stay behind without ever the need to come forward and cloud my decisions and reactions ever again. I shall not deny however their value in lessons learned.That is the real deal isn’t it?Lesson learned = no repeat!
And much like on a sailboat, we can prepare for how we think things will go but oft-times the sea, she has different plans(and the wind changes everything)so in the wink of an eye we may have to alter our order of planed reactions, even dumping some altogether. Well then, laugh a little at the thought of it and be glad that you’re now going forward, fully willing and able might I add.
I’ve set myself up to more often than not, propel away from the confusion and sometimes regret. I’m striving for clarity and charting a course for bliss, no goal too big. How’s that informal mantra go? “Shoot for the moon and if you miss, at least you’ll land among the stars!“ These blogs and scribbles for me are fuel for that live-in-the-present motion albeit when I write it’s not always moment for moment as it happens, save, the perfect diary kept like a gun in a holster.
Actually more often than not, its a reminisce I’m sharing, like a lot of us. I guess otherwise I’d have to be a spider just hanging out on the ceiling, typing like crazy into my web at any given moment.
And writing in the present tense, even now, it has already occurred; story telling. Will this perception encourage us to pay a lot more attentionto this present moment, the gift, the only thing which is tangible?For our well-being and good health, I certainly hope so.