My lovely dream boyfriend is in the other room voicing what he imagines would be the scenes that connect to a spotify stream of 1960's and 1970's film music, much of it is actually for horror movies, one even to a West German film called "Vampirous Lesbos", and strangely it's really beautiful, fun, happy music .... So he's coming up with lines, melodies, songs, tongue patterns (TONGUE PATTERNS? I know, some day I need to figure out how to record him), including sex themes, just another day in the life of A & G .... And it suddenly occurs to me how serious everyone is so MUCH of the time.
Joie de vivre!
I have more than my fair of The Unhappies and I could stop and describe it in great detail, but .... why? What for? Why dwell on it? Especially since it's usually my fault, I didn't get into my body space ... Be PHYSICAL. It changes your chemistry. The best thing I've learned from S my Spiritual Guide is to let things pass, meanwhile observe, and then always this command to Play. Play with it.
It is my bliss to be reminded by G how to be playful. Maybe I should clarify that it's entirely possible that i just observe him most of the time ... I don't know why this 60's & 70's music just makes me giggle + G = domestic bliss.
I have other amazing people in my life, and I want to start bringing them into my blogs. K-beloved wrote something to me, which makes me go back to my original request for her to please write down everything she knows, everything she feels, everything she has experienced and everything she would advise anyone. (Request declined).
In any case she sent this to me after two tough days for me, when I was not really producing as many delicious musings as I wanted, which is kind of my inner gauge of being in flow and content with my life. I miss my own inspiration when it doesn't happen, don't we all want to live completely inspired and flowing every moment of every day? I do. I waited to ride it out, and in came this idea from her which felt like water for my oasis.
Before her email, I was happy that I managed to photograph these corn flowers at least, but for me to post another Gratitude Walk just seemed stupid and pointless.
K infused me with this and with her yes, I'll pass it on.
What I LOVE about her thoughts is that this is the kind of stuff that matters. This is the intangible stuff that makes life meaningful .... This is her being inspired, this is us being connected, this is us lifting each other up. This is why we are all on this earth and I'm so grateful for so many amazing "beloveds" in my life.
"I love when you move closer and closer to the flowers with your camera…….looking deep into their centers ! I had a metaphorical thought as I looked at the first photo here ….a group of different colored ….at different ages……..etc. and had a: “those are pretty” thought……but as your lens delved deep into their hearts they increasingly looked more beautiful ... So I was thinking it’s sometimes that way with people. From a distance we might have all kinds of opinions……but when we look deep into their hearts and souls…..beauty abounds. “Getting close” to something/someone gives us a special perspective. I’ve watched very judging prejudiced people who were forced into heart experience with a person who they assumed was bad (black, muslim, etc) and be transformed by the unexpected heart felt “close” encounter. Just human ❤️ to human. Like when a white supremest met his kidney donor who was black. "
Sigh. Yes. And the thing for me is that I'm constantly impatient for this deeper look between and among people ... This idea of beauty really happening when we look at the centers, I am always waiting and watching for that moment and with my HIGH impatience, I do find human beings a little constantly disappointing. Because getting TO this center is so hard for everyone else ... That said, I am getting better to find the people who just go for it ... :)
Corn flowers are a special flower in my Northern German memory with that family .. They are field flowers, farmer flowers, wild and simple ... For some reason the bay has the pinks, whites & maroons TOO, and in Northern Germany I've only seen blue ... So that's a sweet way for me to make up for something I lost - that beautiful country and my huge family.
I'd love to know how my family members would describe these flowers, but I do know they were special enough to end up being my Germam mother's wedding bouquet, to my American father. I see them here in the bay, even times in Oakland with my sister and we always pause to connect with these family memories .. This batch started to bloom the end of May and a few days ago they exploded. It's just a tiny plot in someone's tiny front yard, a 2'x 8' space of earth, but God, this is on my check list ...
So here's my Joie de vivre ... the photos from me and then all the layers that came from them. Delicious metaphor quotes from K, bouncy-music and singing from G. Cornflowers to jettison me back to my past peeps.