Traditionally, this is the time of year where feelings of loss ebb and flow. With each passing year, the intensity changes and takes on a different shade of gray. I suppose it’s my job to let the variations go in and out like waves on the beach. As long as they don’t get hung up, the healing comes. And you know, I’m all about the healing.
No matter how small the leap, the act of jumping from up high into the air is exhilarating. If you haven’t done it in a while, you should go out and see for yourself.
It’s play time. Enjoy!
Watching the doves take off at SLO’s commencement ceremonies was symbolic of these graduates being released out into the world to spread their wings and take flight on their own terms. Who knows if my interpretation matches the intended symbolism — but I quite like it. As do I like the idea of my last little bird graduating from college.
Pug faced is when a person palm strikes another person in the face out of anger or annoyance. It’s hard to believe that anyone would do such a mean act but it happens. I am willing to bet that, when it does, it doesn’t look nearly as cute as this little guy.
These days, it takes a whole lot of concentration to find a nice meditative state. It’s probably because I could really use a bit more deep breathing, relaxing, letting go right now. There’s a lot of old “stuff” getting stimulated and it’s whirling around in my head trying to find a way out. It’s time — time to let go of the old and make room for the new.
So — if you wouldn’t mind — please, shush…
I’m trying to meditate. And I need all of the help I can get.