Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

-Dale Turner-

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

As 2011 ends..

Random shots from 2011, not all the best quality/composed well, but good times :)

A million smiles...

It's hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world....
(probably the 300th time I have quoted that).

Simple pleasures.
I feel so at peace with the world. 
Originally I wanted to go on a massive rant about recent USDA articles I have read and all the discoveries I have made, but there is just too much beauty in my life that I can't ignore.

I am meditating without even really meaning to, my mind and body have completely encapsulated me in this strange state, taken hold and discarded all other nonsense things/thoughts (actually things/thoughts with complete sense...things with TOO MUCH SENSE).  I feel this is one of my most pleasure and intense mind detoxes.

I will be scatty tonight with blogging.  I don't expect it will get read but these ramblings must be documented.  I can’t describe the state of bliss my mind is in right now.  I am on a high fuelled by energy, I am ambitious and I am happy and I am free.

Isn't it funny how people envy children for their innocence and freedom?
Is it perhaps because it is so hard to be in control of one's innocence and freedom?
Although awareness and exposure makes us lose control, we can so easily be free,
If only we allow ourselves to be.


It is amazing how much power is in a song…
And in a mind…
And in a flower or a leaf or a particular time of day when the light bounces and makes pretty colours in the sky which causes the trees to cast beautiful shadows, surrounded by golden light.
Even something as simple as light itself, has the power to completely change the mood of a photograph, the emotions we feel and the way we see things.
How much beauty there is, just look.


How lucky we are to be gifted in one thing or another.
Finding that thing is a challenge sometimes, as is practice and pursuit - once it has been found.

A gift does not have to be a talent, but something absolutely possible and present (although sometimes it may need to be aquired or learnt to be utelised).
Choice is one of these things - how lucky we are to have a choice about the eyes we see the world with.
This can be argued, for do we have a choice in what we physically see?
 Not always.
  It's the choice we have in changing what we can see if we don't like it, for the better.


So much goes unnoticed about people, maybe it’s a beautiful mystery,
 but maybe it is also a fault in itself…


I love stupid metaphors.  They flow into my head like water.  It’s how I express perspective.  Right now I am thinking about my life; my character; my canvas.
My canvas shows visible and vivid outlines, but the masterpiece hasn’t been finished yet. 
The foundations are unfortunately or fortunately stuck as are, but lines can be tweaked and maybe made stronger and greater than I was first able to make them when I started.  
I realise I have ambition when I am aware that I have lost my way but can easily find it again;
when I think about how I can strive harder and better myself further to be who and what I want to be, both now and in the future.


If you have to tell people that you have power, you don’t. 
If you have to tell people what you are, you aren’t... well sometimes.
Habbits become character, so get into good ones.


Do not have expectations of others, only yourself. 

 If you do you will always be assuming, always be waiting,
always be allowing some degree of absent control.  
Whilst this is good, it is not always desirable, for assumption changes everything.  


If you want to cut your own throat, don’t come to me for a bandage.
I can help with the occasional splinters and even sometimes broken arms or nose bleeds,
but anything so drastic is something that should never be considered my concern.  Far too long have your problems been my concern and n
egative energy is absolutely draining.
 I don't want to have all the life sucked from me.


We are.