That moment when you reach for a memory and embrace it in your mind’s eye. An old love from yesteryear or an afterglow from yesterday. That moment of sweet refrain before leaning in to be kissed. That moment captured forever.
Seeking Solitude is a deliberate choice. A quiet space or place where one can feel free to savor moments of quiet reflection. To meditate with firm intention. To change old habits with mindful thinking. To recharge your energy. Uplift your mind, body and spirit. Reawaken familiar yearnings. A place within where thoughts are free to stay. Or, go wherever one’s spirit desires. A flight of fancy, a soaring of the imagination. All this and more can be achieved when in quiet solitude.
I had a ‘thought flash’ the other day which got me thinking about my youth and possible influences I was exposed to without really searching them out. Age 13 up to age 16 seems, to me, to be a time when young people start making their own choices about the music they listen to, the books they read and how they perceive art. My awareness years were between 1966 and 1969. The three people that caught my attention during this period were Bob Dylan, Gunter Grass and Andy Warhol. One wonders whether the impressions these three made upon me at that young age have remained intact throughout the years till this present day. A question that will probably be left unanswered because as we mature and begin to mix socially, we are constantly being swayed, and sometimes not, by others’ thoughts, beliefs and opinions. As we grow physically, mentally and spiritually and become one with our own thinking self we can only look back to those first days when we experimented with the influences of writers, musicians and artists. Some of us will make use of what we learned from them, good or bad, and some of us won’t.
Bob Dylan Destiny is a feeling you have that you know something about yourself nobody else does. The picture you have in your own mind of what you’re about will come true. It’s a kind of a thing you kind of have to keep to your own self, because it’s a fragile feeling, and you put it out there, then someone will kill it. It’s best to keep that all inside. – Bob Dylan (The Bob Dylan Scrapbook, 1956-1966) Gunter Grass Today I know that everything watches, that nothing goes unseen, and that even wallpaper has a better memory than ours. It isn’t God in His Heaven that sees all. A kitchen chair, a coat-hanger, a half-filled ash tray, or the wooden replica of a woman named Niobe, can perfectly well serve as an unforgetting witness to every one of our acts. – Gunter Grass (The Tin Drum)
Andy Warhol When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them. – Andy Warhol
Every so often I have come across someone who practices the Art of Indifference… and believe me, it is an Art. I wonder to myself if this is something that they have learned along Life’s way, from a parent or has it been there within the very core of their beings right from the start? Out of all the emotions, I think indifference is the most calculating of them all. Only when you are on the receiving end of indifference do you feel the impact of its power. We can overcome anger, we can change attitudes with love but as long as indifference stands in our way, nothing will change. The person who holds indifference close to their heart in the end, has no heart.
At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us ~ Albert Schweitzer
It doesn’t happen very often, if ever, that someone comes along and rekindles that
spark of life energy within us. Especially when we have lived a full life and get to
a point where we feel that perhaps we have experienced all that we deserve in this
illusion called ‘Life’. So, when that someone appears, seemingly out of nowhere,
and shakes things up a bit. Embrace and Engage.
Step away from the maddening crowd and find your place of quiet repose. Look within and find your passion then paint your life in vibrant colors. Find your truth and tell no lies and live in alignment with your purpose.
Find your bliss. Where heart dances to love’s sweet melody.
Where spirit gambols in delight.
The allure of this Lake comes in many forms. From the haphazard flight of a swamp-drunk dragonfly to the stillness of a lone alligator. Hot, sultry Summers, ice-crackle Winters, a sea of water lilies and turtle lined logs. Trailing Spanish Moss drips from the trees where nesting birds amass each year; Herons, Egrets, Spoonbills and more… The huddle of cypress knees known as the wood spirits of the swamp cast shadows in the waters; a hiding place for crappies. The screech of an eagle, the flapping of wings, the swish of a kayak paddle. Sunrise, Sunset and all that comes between… Lake Martin has a way of imprinting her beauty into our hearts. A Sunrise will bring early morning light drizzling through the trees. Sunsets turn the soup green swamp into liquid gold.