When it is knot possible to find your own niche… carve out one of your own…
I worry about very little… accepting of change as it happens… I ponder not the smell but the joy of filling ones home with such a diversity… a love of all things tends to do more for others… living where I do… there are a fair number of animals free to roam… the deer… raccoons… possums… the everyday squirrel and birds… hawks… then there are the occasional passers by… a vulture of some sort… a wild turkey… a bear… witch all seems so strange for a place as densely populated… the range is wide… I worry little about the smell more I like to ponder the richness of the world that surrounds me… spring time lends a hand to wonder…to open the mind to alternatives as the earth blooms from under the cold rain and snows of winter’s grip…
A place to carve upon… to leave a mark etched in the stone of time… a desire to be remembered… to find the flash of fame… to be famous for a moment… it was interesting to me that some one would send others to filter the responses they get to select for them… reminds me of the old traditions of fathers selecting the perfect suitor for their daughters… this one is acceptable to me… the niches we carve… some are within sands… that when the tides roll in we are washed away… erased by the forces of nature… quickly… completely as if we never walked there… others find ways to create within the stones of the earth surfaces images that linger for centuries… a message for future generations to gaze upon… some times those messages are held in high esteem… others are destroyed for their suggestive nature… their reminders of past times that power filled people with short sights dislike for its free thinking idealism… a place carved in the earth… in times dwindles to the earth… nature reclaims all created from her ground… it just takes time… and the earth has a multitude of time… our niche is forever in the genetics of our families… in the history of our legacy passed from generation to generation… a tree of family growth… our lessons carved upon the fabric of our children… that is our niche… famous of not… celebrated or knot… busy or knot… pity I do those so entrapped by their lives of impression they fail to leave a personal one… success is a drug as powerful as any mind altering substance… for it robs us of our other lives if we so allow it to… a place is carved each day with dawn and put to rest with sleep… the crest of the wave will wipe out a lot of who we are… unless who we are is engraved in our passion for life and passed on to those around us… rich and famous I shall never find myself being… I have no time for its forces upon my enjoyment of the time I have… I revel in the joy of being every day… this is the niche I carve… this is the lesson I write… these are the words that I place in time… in joy…
The passion of the day… begins… as dreams slip away… before dawn delights my eyes… before the fabric of night is erased… passion begins… it swirls in my sleep… as a thread of gold… bringing together the ends and the beginnings… a connection from one to the next… passion lights the torches that burn inside my mind as I sleep… as I dream… to set a way with in… to add a beacon of hope to my wishes as they spark… as they inspire me to continue…to move beyond the surface to the depths of soul beneath… passion allows me to slip in to go in joy filled wonder… to write… to paint… to dance across time in endless circles of desire… the passion begins with the awakening before the dawn of my day and settles in with me to rest as sleep catches up with me at some time when my pace can no longer keep him at bay… a race it is… at times I win… at times I am lost in the fabric of sleep… tossed and turning as words fight to find the outlet they so passionately crave… another niche is carved… another letter to the life… another mark placed upon the wall of time… the meaning of witch is yet to be known… the passion begins as my eyes close… as my dreams capture my imagination…
In the process of learning… actions are seen… the telling of the tale is in the motion one follows… experiment with change and find many avenues to use… and many will do as you have done… often we follow an off road that leads us to an end that deadens… we are amazed when others wander down the same way… doing as we have done as we scream out to go back to follow another way to do knot as we have done… it seems impossible that they follow us… are led by us… the lesson comes through… not for them as much as for us… people do as you do… not as you say… they follow the lead you place before them… the rules you make for your life… for the routine of your family… must be examples… for the words fall short… if they are left unsupported by truths in action… as much as we wish not to be as our parents… we are a lot like them… even when they told us not to do what they did we still took upon ourselves some of those very same similarities… for they showed us the way… and we were witnesses to it… we learned by watching the actions of those around us… and now as we become the leaders… the awareness of knowing that we must be examples not in words… but in actions falls upon our shoulders… each day we are reminded that people do as you do… style… dress… speech… language… slang… they do what they believe lets them fit in to the whole of society… the world calls out for uniqueness of ideas and we seem to want to follow the so called leaders… they know we will do as they do… until we decide to be the setter of trends… and stand in the wake of the flood of followers… to direct others… to become the example in life of how to live… shouldering the image of being the image others repeat… others look towards being… people do as you do… knot as you say… so if you say it… you must live it… or some day the lie of your life will come to light… and in that light you will be remembered…
Friends are a huggable commodity…embrace it… cherish the thought of the warmth exchanged in hearts and souls mingling in color… distance does not make colors fade nor does it limit the intensity of ones passion for the souls we know… hug your friends closely when you meet… embrace their lives and gifts within yours… each time you get the opportunity to touch… joy fully accept the warmth of the others message upon your life… we follow different ways… paths… the lesson of witch is that diversity is important… to the creative mind… the passion of each day swirls in the embrace of friendship… hug those who enter and exit your day… they are the balance of your life… the hands that will lift and separate you from the mass of others… they are the voices that will ring out till your ears hear them… shoulder you… stand before you… hug them each day… for the joy they bring…
with filtered responses, we lose the privilege of knowing honest responses. it’s like censuring someone’s capability to accept favorable or negative reactions. on the other hand, respondents must be discrete in giving out one to the receiver.
for those unsolicited unkind remarks which chose to be viewed and broadcasted in public, i would give them satisfaction to hug my diary’s limelight for a time. for i believe, such nasty remarks will be judged by fellow respondents themselves and will be the writer’s gullotine. howzatt?
nice to read your entries again, bill. nice to see you around once more.:)
~elle~
"Friends are a huggable commodity" How very true. I love to hug and cuddle, that is most satisfying. I hug all my friends as often as possible.
In the military the phrase "Leadership by example" is mentioned everyday. How very true you are that actions are followed by deaf ears. I get upset when I tell my children that I know for a fact that what they are doing will lead them to a certain result as it did for me, but…they still continue on their path. The deadend path. They have to learn on their own, no matter if we had that lesson and tried to pass it on. We all learn "the hard way". I don’t understand, I think it is ego. They think just because it did not work for me, or I had that result, they are better, they won’t let that same result happen to them. To be young again!