Just added to the Sky tab is an image taken from yesterday’s display of molecular beauty. Those who know me, knew that I was taking pictures of the Sky. How could I not? It’s like a painting that is always in a morphed state, a story that is always changing. For me there is no such thing as monotony in the Sky, rather giddy excitement of what Is.

Fear of Failure is something that most likely affects all of us in some form or another. Those that possess any one or all of the Five Intensities/Overexcitabilities, from Polish psychologist Kazimierz Dabrowski’s past research, are highly affected by the fear of failure. So much so that we will often not even attempt to do something just because it might not be done perfectly, as such we have invited the fear of failure in our thinking.

I have attempted and succeeded much in my life, mostly through reckless abandon, and it has served me well.

There must be a very good reason why years ago I saw the following statement in print somewhere “Without The Risk Of Failure, There Is No Success.” The small things are Big to some people. Trust in the ability to succeed and take the risk. As works in progress, no one should allow themselves to be burdened with FOF.

I just finished an essay found under the Musings tab titled The Ravages of Linear Time. In it I describe circumstances in life that change due to biological entropic reality. While this sounds of doom-and-gloom, I was moved in the days while writing the piece to understand a different perspective, a different viewpoint. One that allowed me to finish writing it with a smile. I’m going to hold on to that smile.

Queen’s last studio album before Freddy Mercury died, Innuendo, was recorded shortly before his death in 1991. It is one awesome album! I was listening to it recently and there are many songs on the album that are very reflective on life and love, all while maintaining vintage Freddy. I’ve been playing one song in particular titled These Are the Days of Our Lives and over the recent days I have listened to it over and over again. The song’s lyrics sparked a lot of self-reflection in me.

Under the Art Center tab is a newly published piece titled Water Frisbee. It’s an essay on one of those carefree days in my life that brings back wonderful memories. The piece may just spark a fond memory within you.

While I had hoped to see the Blood Moon this morning, I did not. Our sky was covered with a layer of thin clouds. However, I did capture some images from yesterday of these thin, wistful clouds. One of these beauties can be seen in the Sky tab, Sky 5/25/21.

Last week I finished my read-aloud of the book titled The Lost Track of Time. We then started a new read-aloud of a book titled The Phantom Tollbooth. I remember my 5th grade teacher read this book to us when I was in elementary school and I really enjoyed the story of a boy named Milo, and his trip through an alternative reality that connects to education and imagination by use of creative word-play and naming. One of the characters he meets on his journey is a large dog named Tock. This dog has a large clock on each side his his body so that he is always aware of the time.

Another favorite of mine from grade school is a book titled A Wrinkle in Time. Now that I am writing this post, I remember as a kid being fascinated by the story and movie The Time Machine.

Recognize a rather predictable pattern?

I dream all the time, most every night. For me, sleep is a very exciting time of subconsciousness that has taken me anywhere and everywhere.

Not all dreams are ‘good’ dreams. And then there’s the extreme, a nightmare. I had somewhat of a nightmare last night. Although it was Monday of the last week of school which is awesome, every all of my students decided to rebel and not listen to anything I was saying. This defiance was so frustrating and stressful because of course it all seems so real, not realizing while asleep that it is only a dream.

My mom told me a couple weeks ago that she dreamt of Reggie, our long-gone cat that lived to be 20 years old! She said the dream seems to real because Reggie was being his pesty self of simply being a cat. Reggie has been gone for 25 years now! I thought it was pretty cool that mom had this dream.

I have flown in my dreams. Those are the best because the feeling of flying is awesome! I’ve fallen great heights which was scary. I’ve become distressed while attempting to open the old rotating face combination lock. I’ve experienced horrific deaths which is just plain awful. It’s always wonderful to see friends and loved ones who are no longer with us.

It goes on and on. I’ve always been fascinated in the psychology of dreams, yet another one of my passions that I guess I’ll need to pursue in my next life. 🙂

Just published under the Musings tab is an essay titled Back in Time. It’s about one of those experiences that just make you ponder, a lot. The clock is ticking and I need to appreciate everything.

Oh the dread. Two weeks left in the school year and I need to work on Report Cards today. I really need to make significant progress on them and over the past two days, I have slowly been inching towards Page 2, the Comments page. I do that page first because it helps me to have something done. Page 1, the grades page is extremely tedious and out of the two pages, I dislike that page more.

I need to stop procrastinating and just get busy. Ok, here goes…

There are some days that flow from start to finish. Today isn’t one of those days, at least not yet. I rarely stop my morning routine of playing the piano for three hours but I did this morning. I suppose I shouldn’t feel guilty playing for only 1 hour and 15 minutes but I do.

I am currently reading a book about Writing. Yes that sounds odd, reading about writing, but the book is about writing as a process and I have always enjoyed the writing process itself. I like to write and always desire to make myself better at my craft. So that’s what I did this morning. I stopped playing the piano to write. This won’t happen every day because the only reason I stopped playing was because I allowed my mind to wander. You can’t do that when you’re playing a musical instrument, at least I can’t do that when I’m at the piano. If I have allowed my mind to wander while playing, it’s just better if I stop because at that point the craft becomes broken and it is difficult to make progress.

Something is different today and I am not at all sure what it can be. I don’t think there is a full moon, but it sure feels like there’s one to me.