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The Light At The End April 27, 2012

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Humor, Mindfulness, Writing & Writers.
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So many writers, poets, and artists are tortured souls.

Fractured like light passing through a prism.

(Or prison.)

It’s almost as if, looking for truths to share, they see the vast gaping holes between “illuminated windows.”

It becomes “too much” to bear
They cease to care
Why bother? Why share?
Shadows fill the air
Swamped with despair
No light anywhere

Except at the end . . . of the very last tunnel

Wow!

That’s depressing.

Rather like biting into a poisoned apple.

Filled with worms.

OK.  Let’s try this . . . which Rik Scott shared with me yesterday:

How many existentialists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Two.  One to screw it in, and one to observe how the lightbulb itself symbolizes a single incandescent beacon of subjective reality in a netherworld of endless absurdity reaching out toward a maudlin cosmos of nothingness.  ~ Anonymous

Feel better?
No?  Me neither.

Poor Anonymous . . . being a tortured-existentialist-artist is a heavy cross to bear in life ~ especially with the weight of the world (and the cosmos!) on one’s shoulders.

Tigger-Looking-At-His-TailOK . . . third time’s the charm.  A few Sapid quotes (also from Rik) to illuminate the recesses, switch on the light, and reframe our perspective:

* It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy.  It is what you think about. ~ Dale Carnegie

* When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us. ~ Helen Keller

* The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past  better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be. ~ Marcel Pagnol

* The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. ~ Helen Keller

One last parting thought:

Inch by inch, life’s a cinch.  Yard by yard, life is hard.

Aah . . . that’s better!

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Orchids, Bromeliads, and Epiphytes April 27, 2012

Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Mindfulness, Nature, Travel & Leisure.
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I don’t have a tripod . . .  

Or any fancy photographic equipment . . .

Just a Pentax Optio point-and-shoot . . .

That slips into my purse or pocket . . .

But when you have willing subjects . . .

Gorgeously arrayed . . .

Brilliantly blooming . . .

In showy display . . .

When everywhere you look . . .

You find something else to gaze at or into . . .

When the kaleidoscope of colors . . .

Mesmerizes . . .

And entices . . .

Sometimes . . .

That’s all you need . . .

Aah . . . that’s better! 

Quote:  I try to leave out the parts that people skip. ~ Elmore Leonard

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