If you are so inclined
What makes us as humans so particular ? Like the idea that we should like things in our lives to meet a standard is not unusual? But, what we choose is something to be pondered. For example, I am peculiar about my blinds as the light in my home should be facing up and not down. The proverbial toilet paper roll should most definitely go forward as not to disturb the sequence of the event of getting it off the roll. And I do not believe that a teabag needs to be squeezed and when it is, I react because the thought of the acid from the leaf going into my cup is upsetting to me . Weird, I know and this all sounds bazaar but don’t judge me yet. Each of us have a relationship with one’s surroundings and this relationship was most likely put into place when the person became the master of his/her own fate. Perhaps even influenced by one’s upbringing. I do not think myself strange because I like a small light on in a room at all times as I like the glow that it gives to the setting of that space. I also like to leave a window cracked in a room that has air conditioning. These things are simply frowned upon and considered wasteful. Fortunately, I get to decide what I like for myself, my rooms, my lighting, and it goes on from there. These are all things that require a relationship with self which, I believe to be the “most important relationship” you will ever have in this life. So if you are so inclined as to live your life a certain way, please do not let others intimidate you into thinking that their way is better that yours. Enjoy your relationship with yourself at all times.
My husband called me to the window for this one. I told him that this is why the lavender is there. The bees had a field day( no pun intended) this week also. There is something so magical about these insects. They bring us such joy and it does not seem to affect them that we can stare for long moments and then try to capture a picture for our future pleasure too. Dancing along they do their job which comes so effortlessly and so beautiful. I think it has something to do with the blue, red , brown, yellow, purple , orange and other vibrant colors and how the patterns on the little bodies reflect a natural art that can only be re-created. Then the fact that they flutter, as we like to say, moving continually and then not; leaning toward the flower or bud of their intention to begin extraction of the juice for which it was made to order. How can we ever be thankful enough for a creature that will carry this to another area just so and carefully deposit it for the grace and goodness that we so eagerly enjoy each day. It is a blessing to watch knowing they are only here for a while and then they will travel to their next post. Take note , I say to myself ! This is not a video that can be played again. And the wings smile at me and say, “ I will travel this route if you will watch for me” ? I respond . “I know that I will”. ~
We humans have a funny way of collecting emotion. Some will even place into compartments and mark to designate said emotion and store as if it will be needed to serve the proof of evidence at a later time. A good example for me on this subject was that I lived with grandparents on my father’s side when I was 2 ½ until 6 year old and I stored a lot memory of things that were said and done that I recall as the discontent of my early years. I have recently come across some pictures of that time, and I am more focused on the expressions rather than the perceived emotion. Perhaps, I had it all wrong. This clearly goes with the theorem, “you live and you learn”. One picture that truly struck me was of my Aunt who lived with us at the time, and her son of about 10 years and he was as I remember, very mean. In fact the whole setting of those years were mean. As we three posed for this picture, my Aunt expression was one of pride. I remember that my Aunt made me clothes and so I was always dressed well and the expectation was that I stayed that way from dusk until dawn. Impossible! Little girls today are dressed in clothes that go anywhere, anytime and can be changed if wet or dirty as they will go into the wash and be dry by in an hour or so and that was not the case then. And so, the emotion that went with keeping me looking like a little doll when my cousin would through dirt on me is now becoming a storage problem. As I begin to go through the pictures to find that my Aunt was only being my mother for that moment in time and that she was trying to keep me looking the way people would perceive her role, I now see her point. Older is wiser, and I am sorry that I did not appreciate her more as she was doing the best that she could in those times.