Saturday, 5 April 2008


The slatted blinds on the window here are clacking and knocking against each other in the warm breeze that is floating through the screen, and never have I been so appreciative of such a mundane sound.

The sunshine is incredibly bright and strong, and tonight will probably be one of those glorious spring sunsets that sets your heart on fire.

It's amazing to me how much the weather affects people. If it's rainy and dull out people are more likely to be cranky and uptight, but as it warms up and the promise of new life is on the air, people seem to unfurl like the leaves budding on the trees and daffodils springing up in gardens.


I love these lyrics by Ray Lamontagne:

I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters...
Will I always feel this way?
So estranged.

Words are so powerful.
They seem to fill the void of life and speak meaning into our existence. They are ultimately how we exist, how we communicate. The sweeter, the more reflective the words, the stronger the meaning, the deeper the thoughts, the more profound the contemplations.

It's not just the actual physical typing or writing of words that is powerful. It is also the spoken word, what we say to people, what we imply, how we communicate, and how we initially represent ourselves. The first thing that you say to a person will create a lasting impression with them.

Look through your eyes, but really look, don't just glance around.
Notice the myriad of colours and shading, the way the light hits the room and illuminates all that is around, the textures that our eyes can pick up, and the edges, shadows, beams. It is almost overwhelming.

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