“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.”
–Walt Whitman
…or the little buds on my orchid against the morning sunrise. Yeah. That too.
Archives for January 2012
blog minimalism
Lately, my blogging has taken on a bit of minimalism. It is not that I am giving up the hobby; it’s more of a change in my view of what I want my writing to be. Let me explain…
Toward the end of 2011, I had an interesting conversation with another writer who has not posted anything to her blog in many months. When I asked why, she spoke of the “noise” that is everywhere these days (on FB, Twitter, etc). She went on to reason that she did not want to add to the pollution with worthless chatter.
Honestly, I think she has a good point. Soon after my conversation with her, I renamed my Daily Photo category to “Not So Daily Photo” and decided that unless I have something worthy of sharing, I will refrain. Of course, I realize that not everything I feel is worthy of posting will be worthy of reading.
Each of you come here for different reasons, and different topics draw you in. I will try to vary it but in the event that I have not posted on a topic that you’d like to read more about (assuming it’s something that I have some sort of experience or opinion on), please feel free to leave a comment to make your request known.
As I’ve said before, your comments help my writing tremendously; knowing who is reading gives me someone to write to. So please don’t be afraid to comment. In turn, I will try to refrain from polluting the blogosphere with blah-blah-blah, uninteresting photos, and the like.
the view from the top
This beautiful view of the city below is what you get after peddling for nearly 3 hours. Of course there was plenty of loveliness to behold along the way as well.
And there the feeling of accomplishment I felt for having made it to the top of the mountain was simply unbelievable.
run down. run!
Having had taken the week off from running and other rigorous cardiovascular workouts, my psyche was getting a little bit… um… DOWN. Thankfully, I didn’t give up yoga too. Can you imagine?
Well, yesterday I decided that it was time. I slide on my vibrams. More accurately, I fought with my toes for about 5 minutes trying to coax them into their respective pockets. That’s not the point, though.
The point is, I went running. And although it was initially a little bit of a challenge to breathe, suck on my throat lozenge, and avoid getting hit by the stream of cars frantically trying to get their starving owners fed, I quickly found a groove.
In the first few miles, I stopped a couple of times to remove the stuff being moved out my airways. It’s wonderful what a little movement and deep breathing will do. After that, I was good to go. — aside from wishing I’d had another throat lozenge to moisten my dry throat. Yeah, I guess I was doing a bit more mouth breathing than usual.
Anyway, I’m feeling much better today.
the lost and found
If when you find a penny and pick it up all the day you have good luck, then what do you get if you find a hundred dollars and pick it up? And what if you were the one who lost it? These are facetious questions — unless of course you did find (or lose) $100. Then?
I pondered on this after finding a cute periwinkle sweatshirt in just my size. I wondered how long it had been sitting there, or if the owner would ever return for it. Then I thought about the many treasured items which I have lost such as my grandmother’s opal ring. Are these things still hiding out where they were lost just waiting for me to return for them or have they been picked up by some very lucky person?
Who knows? But in the event that the owner of this sweatshirt is saddened by their separation, I will not be the one to stand between her finding it.