Tag Archives: habits

snippets of thought

4 Jul

I am becoming reacquainted with the lighter side of life. Rising out of a quagmire where I have been neglecting my writing and neglecting this blog. The only constant habit I have maintained is always carrying a notebook and pen so I can scribble any errant thought which holds my attention.

So, while I am getting back into my groove I thought I would begin again by sharing with you a few lines of the snippets of thoughts which have made it to paper in these last few months:

“Nature seeks balance, even in her most eclectic of designs.”

“There is something beautiful in the patterns of flocking birds as they dance across the sky.”

“The play of shadow and sun in the morning mist.”

“Taming the wild garden.”

“As I walk the line between light and shadow.”

“Watching the world stream by in all her many shades of green.”

And with this I am remembering to take happiness wherever it can be found, in the little moments and details of life.  I am remembering to look on the world with the wonder I had as a child and I am reminded that everything in transient and has value even when you don’t see it.

changing habits

22 Apr

The habits of complacency are hard to break.  They sneak so softly into your life you may not even notice them.

It’s so easy to point the finger of blame at things outside of yourself; work, upbringing, love, loss.  But in the end we each choose our own life.  We choose which of our circumstances we accept and which we will change.

It is scary when you realise you’ve gone so far down a path you don’t remember your way back.  It’s scary to commit to change.  To determine that even though you may fall you will keep on getting up and pushing forward.

And so the hero is afraid, and faces failure more often than success.  But the hero picks themself up and tries again and again until in the end they are triumphant.

Yes, it is scary to shake up the pattern of your life however comfortable it may seem.  But it is far more tragic to think you may miss out on life if you don’t.  So out of a desire for life I struggle.  I struggle to find the energies and passions that once drove me to action.  I struggle for momentum and for zest.

I sit here in the morning sun, listening to a magpie’s song.  I am so in love with life, how could I forget.  When I look at the world through a child’s eye, with all its wonders all around, I could not bear to miss a moment of it.

And so I struggle.  And so I must succeed.