One of my favorite words :)
Not months, but moments
I tried to do this screen shot via Picnik on the desktop but it would not take the shot, so here’s the iPhone version.
"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly. "One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." – Hans Christian Andersen
I have sunshine; I live in Florida! I have freedom; not tethered much by occupation these days. A little flower? That’s the stuff that feeds me, I guess. Nectar for the tummy, beauty for the soul. I don’t have to look far for it. Love, actually, IS all around.
The desktop had a second quote that accompanied the photo:
"The butterfly counts not months but moments." – Rabindranath Tagore
We are human, not butterflies with a limited lifespan. Butterflies have the luxury-by-necessity of counting only moments, of focusing only upon that which is essential, because there’s really nothing else they can do. Butterflies have it easy. We, on the other hand, are faced with seemingly limitless possibilities. It’s scary- hard to navigate such a world.
Perhaps the point is to take a to take a time-out now and again from believing in the vastness of our human existence. Suspend that belief, and instead get down to the essential business of feeding on a little flower. Not for months, but just for a moment.
She sells sea shells
Last night, part of a dream included finding a Venus ray on the beach. I can still see my own hand reaching out to pick it up.
Today I downloaded a Florida-specific Audubon guide for the iPhone and what do we see in the lower left of the attached screen shot? Yeah, a Venus ray.
I should probably join Audubon.
My Invisible Friend
"A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in
yoursel.f"
I’ve only got two friends on Mindbloom. I’m not sure why Mindbloom
awarded me a trophy for having more than that, but I can assure you that
I’ve only got two, and that’s the most I have ever had there.
I wonder if there are invisible friends, unseen in the shadows. Maybe
every time something miraculously unexpected happens, that’s our
invisible friends at work. And not only that, but maybe they are the
ones who pull our butts out of the quagmire when we’ve rendered
ourselves invisible by ceasing to believe.
Tinker Bell almost died because she thought no one believed. Just
sayin’… in which case, one really does need to be one’s own invisible
friend, and be the strongest believer in one’s self.
If you count ME, then there ARE three trees in my forest.
Ah…. !!!
The ghost of Memos past
I’ve seen this one before – probably been a year or more. I will have to check out what’s on the Smithsonian Channel page on Facebook that makes this significant….
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