Archive for YIKpics
“This is how I show my love,
I made it in my mind because…
Maybe I’m a different breed,
Maybe I’m a missing link…”
This little character just blurted itself onto the page in pure joyous celebration of that song and those lyrics Inspiration comes in the most surprising moments from the most surprising things.
He’s quite right, your time is limited, so is mine. It made me wonder, what am I doing with my time to make sure I live my life according my my greatest dreams and aspirations. What are you doing? Everything I do today, everything YOU do today – is setting the course for what happens tomorrow, next week, next year etc. etc.
Will I get to live some of my dreams? Will I live long enough to experience some of the greatest things I can imagine in life? Only if I’m doing something today to make it happen.
To follow on from my last YIKpic,”Delicate Dreams” this one looks at one of the things needed to keep dreams alive. They need you to breathe life into them everyday – your life. It’s actually the sacred nectar that dreams need more than anything else to survive. You can breathe life into them by thinking about them, doing something to move towards making them real, talking to people about them. Anything really that revitalizes the dream within your heart and mind, that will do the trick xxn
Dreams seem like the most delicate thing on this planet, like the
petals of the most delicate flower you can imagine. And like the
most delicate flower you can imagine, they can be crushed and can
wilt from the slightest harsh contact with external influences.
I don’t know why they’re made like this, all I can guess is that
it’s so we learn how to care for something so vulnerable and
nurture it until it’s grown strong. Letting your dreams die seems
like letting something inside of you die…it feels like that
Sometimes it feels like I’m chasing ideas that keep themselves just beyond my reach. If I wanted to capture them, I guess I need to think about them more consistently and in more detail – disciplined and focussed attention would do the trick.
Holding babies whilst they’re sleeping peacefully is a lovely feeling. I imagine it feels wonderful to the babies as well. Sometimes I imagine I’m big enough to rest on the top of the earth and then imagine what it would feel like to be held by the earth. It seems to give me a very peaceful feeling as well.
From where I’m standing, sometimes it’s fun to peek out at the world and wonder what we’re all doing and why. It’s an interesting world, what happens in it doesn’t make sense sometimes…but we keep going along all the same…I can hear a lot of birds singing at the moment outside my inner city dwelling. That’s pretty cool, singing birds are uplifting.
This morning I had a chat to a friend of mine. As a result of that chat, I started thinking about what kind of conversations we could have with animals if we could converse with them. I imagine frogs mights have a lot to say if we were able to listen and comprehend what they were saying.
Sometimes I wonder at things…things I just don’t get. I used to wonder why people took photos of themselves standing next to celebrities. It seemed strange because I didn’t understand what people hoped to gain from standing next to a celebrity. Some things end up making sense to me, others still remain a mystery.