Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Miscellany

Don't be fooled, this is from last year.
It rained last night, thunder & lightning....oh my. Wash away the winter dirt and gloom, bring on the green.

Some of you will remember that I started a political blog a year or so ago, which I abandoned rather promptly. I became blocked every time I sat down to write. It was the strangest thing, I went blank. But then, when I consider myself, it probably is not such a mystery. I dislike tasks, I don't function well under orders and I easily distract and lose interest. I basically had set myself up to quit, because I gave myself an order to write specifically on one subject. Don't tell me what to do!, was my response to myself. This little insight also gives a hint as to why I work with horses and not humans.

I learned last evening on FaceBook that I have a cousin who is a birther. Ah, the family tree. She is also very religious. And concerned. I, on the other hand, am a heathen and fairly pissed off. I am no fan of President Obama and I will not cast another vote for him, as I am also fairly scorned, but come on, really.


I don't know why, but I was thinking this morning about the years which have passed and yet I am basically what I was born as. The serious faced little girl, standing off to the side of the crowd, never quite mixing in, but never quite walking away either. The only thing changed is I'm not a little girl anymore. Many valiant attempts at changing myself have resulted in my remaining myself, so I guess the lesson learned is I wasted some time. I don't do that anymore.

I don't understand Kindle. I love books. Real books. I own them. I display them. I lay in bed at night, turning pages. I have no desire to read in my bed with a piece of electronics. But then, I am in the dark ages on all of the electronics. I think I am better off for it, but that is an opinion of a slightly crabby, reclusive grey haired one. So take it for what it is worth.

I think I shall go out and play in the mud with my beasties now. Good times, oh yah.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Shallow Thoughts

I half expected to have a repeat of yesterday's surprise this morning. I literally stood at the window peering intently for a glimpse of the magic. No such luck.

Minnesota girl Lindsey Vonn got her gold. She had the magic yesterday. From Buck Hill ski slopes to gold in Vancouver. That has to be magic.

It's another lovely day in the frozen land. I cross my fingers that winter's brutal edge is past and we can get a break...........please. My waistline really cannot handle much more of this long winter. Yesterday I made Dawn's oatmeal cookies. I also ate my weight in Dawn's oatmeal cookies. This has been a winter not only of my discontent, but of eating my way through the internet! Flour has strewn across my baking table the whole winter long.

It's been a long time since I have sat down to write my Thursday's rambling thoughts. I think it's because my mind isn't rambling about much of late. It is winter, I'm not active in much of anything that can stimulate the brain. Mostly I have been active in what stimulates the appetite. See how I come right back to that. Oh, my.

Today I believe I shall actually attempt to accomplish something. I have had two weeks of wanton laziness and it is beginning to feel very comfortable to me. Leisure sure does feel good, when you can get it. With that said, I will get my ever increasing duff out of the chair and get to work. I'll leave you with another image of better days ahead.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A Moment

Internet stock photo

In the early morning light I caught movement out of my left eye, the side toward the window. In the distance, a herd of white tail loping along the road. Large deer, their fluffy white tails standing at attention, were filling the road.

A moment that caught my breath before I could exhale. Beautiful, seen through the spruce against a backdrop of winter. They stopped for a moment, regrouping and planning the next move. Off they went into the field, heading for the woods.

One of those moments in time.