Located in the I Remember tab is a newly posted essay titled Oops…We Left Without Her! The beginning portion does nothing to lead the reader toward it’s pleasant ending. It is a forever memory that brings smiles to our faces. Enjoy.
I often wonder why sometimes certain tasks are simple, and other times they are not. The task may be something that is done on a daily basis yet sometimes not executed with the same ease as on a previous day. While I write this I am reminded of a book that I recently read titled Flow, written by the Hungarian-American psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi.
Flow, as described by Csikszentmihalyi is a highly focused mental state conducive to productivity. It is good that we sometimes ponder about ideas and ideals that we may have previously pondered. It is the full-circle thing because we are brought back to the place where the thought and/or question began.
Though somewhat technical and clinical, the book helped me to understand exactly what is necessary in order for one to achieve a highly focused mental state conducive to productivity. So perhaps I have, in a sense, answered my own question that started this post in the first place.
I have played the piano for many years. I think I’m pretty good, but my expectations are so high for myself that I always think I could, and should do better. I read music. Very rarely have I ever trusted that I could just sit down at the piano and allow my hands to simply wander over the keys and press ‘wherever’. The fear was that whatever transpired wouldn’t sound good at all.
This morning after practicing a Mozart sonata, I allowed myself to do just that. With my eyes closed, I slowly played single notes, chords, and roll-ups. Whatever sounded good at the moment, whatever sounded right, I played. It was not only cathartic, it was absolutely beautiful. I was filled with so much emotion and calmness like none other. It was purely magical.
Littermates, and always together, most always touching one another. Bonnie and Clyde. Our canine kids… they are gone. Bonnie left us earlier this evening around 5:30p. We knew something was terribly wrong when she suddenly laid down after much excitement over her (soon to be eaten) dinner and then could not get back up again. After a short time, I carried her to our bed where she spent her last 20 or so minutes of life in our arms. This before she relaxed into her forever sleep. Such a good girl.
So hard. Bonnie and Clyde were our two golden retriever canine kids and within 6 weeks of one another, they both are now forever in our hearts. Our little Bonnie-B.
I often wonder if we should be consumed with much of which most others do not ponder. Vacillate as I might I do think that answer, at least for me, is yes. I cannot help it. Thought and ponder is in the fabric of my being. In the Musings tab is a short entry about something I think everyone would agree is a nuisance, dust. The entry is titled There is No Escape. And while some may regard such pontification as pointless, those tiny particles are still there, they still demand our attention and they still demand our time.
Just published under the Art Center tab is an essay titled Glamour Puss. There are many stories that could spring from this one, but I kept this essay focused as there is always a reason for doing so. The beginning of the essay is written not to be pretentious, but is needed to set the stage for the essay’s subject.
…but it sure looks like it! We recently had a lot of work done at the house, including complete interior painting. The painters did such a good job at filling any holes left from pictures, clocks, and mirrors that I have had difficulty trying to find where the holes were originally.
I know, things do not have to be placed on the wall exactly where they were before…but I like them to be.
In my piano room I have a large sepia-colored photograph compilation of Sky. Looking for the precise holes where it was located before being painted has been a challenge. I thought using a bright LED flashlight would help me locate anomalies on the walls surface, which would help me locate where any holes may have been filled.
Inherent in my nature is to notice patterns, visual or written, and beauty in abstraction. While I shone the flashlight on the wall, I instantly saw the Moon.
I just wrote about a dream that has recently recurred in some form that involve a very big house. Aptly titled Big House within the Dreams tab is one of the many recent big-house dreams that apparently need my attention. Who knows why we dream what we dream. Many people do not remember their dreams. To me, they are thoroughly intriguing because I am involved in something beyond my own conscious reality.