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you know i wondered when i first started writing this blog if i would use it a place to express my emotions and i suppose in a way i have. i have expressed a few of the first level whirlings of my mind, but my mind and feelings actually goes a lot deeper than i think i am ever going to really be able to express here. or maybe to anyone. but that's ok, things change. i might change too, but in the meantime i can still use it for a little on-line notebook for when the mood strikes.
how are things with you i am wondering? i am away at the moment. traveling. i love traveling. seeing family, visiting friends, exploring new places. i also love the time it gives me to think about direction and how i am beginning to see how poor my own is but at the same time recognise that not many people really seem to know where they are heading or why either. we start on a path and stay but why did the path start and why am i on this one? i wish someone had some wise words for me about life. really. i need some advice.
One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then two hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bell-wether sheep
Pursued the trail o'er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day, o'er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made.
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged, and turned, and bent about;
And uttered words of righteous wrath,
Because 'twas such a crooked path.
But still they followed - do not laugh -
The first migration of that calf.
And through this winding wood-way stalked,
Because he wobbled when he walked.
This forest path became a lane,
That bent, and turned, and turned again.
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load,
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half,
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street;
And this, before men were aware,
A city's crowded thoroughfare;
And soon the central street was this,
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half,
Trod the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout,
Followed the zigzag calf about;
And o'er his crooked journey went,
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led,
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent,
To well-established precedent.
A moral lesson this might teach,
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind,
Along the calf-paths of the mind;
And work away from sun to sun,
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf !
Ah ! many things this tale might teach -
But I am not ordained to preach.
Sam Walter Foss (1858 -1911)
Image - David Hockney , Nichols Canyon
4/5/2006 12:01 am
I think you're asking the wrong person sweetie as I got lost down my path ages ago! and all I wanted was some bread and milk! |
Seriously I imagine we all have doubts and moments andd indecision sometimes. what works for me is to take some timeouts now and again, to reflect and trutly relax my mind. I really do go with the flow though, to not take life too seriously as I've been there and got the T-Shirt. Try and find out what it is you REALLY want and go get it! If you're unsure then just take it easy and don't panic!
Does that help?
4/6/2006 11:34 am
Abraham Lincoln began a famous speech with|
"If we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could better judge what to do, and how to do it"
LIfe's like that - we end up on a path without knowing how we got there or where it goes. The trick seems to be not to mind, and instead of worrying about the destination, just to enjoy the walk.
If you work how the trick is done, let me know...
4/10/2006 12:31 pm
"If not now then when" primo levi. All is experience, love and pain the same. Paths lead everywhere some clear some cloudy but one act joins them all the journey, enjoy it as you may never know your path but your own journey is the most prescious jewel given to you born in your cociouness felt in your soul. It is the act of life to experience learn and act|
Party over for me
See ya all, bye and I’m out
Stagger as dawn meets me
It’s bright progress crushes, in it’s new days weight
Slowly the early morning peach and amber hues reach my eyes
The skies steely blue gaze, having softened
And again the world is painted illuminated with its joys
All ready to take part in a huge canvas
I cycle home hands in pockets, king of these my dawn roads
Smiling at ease wending my way home
Storms coming edge
Spits spats FAT luscious rain straight down
To soak through
Feeds the ground with the food of distant thunder
The flash powder of life
Cracking a way
Bang and clash
Pit pat the flood of seed tires
Stutter, stutter the joy of drips gushes
Down my pane hang in drips
Playing with the light on the edge
Of the rain, soft, warm with the storms coming edge
My words, that play with lifes gifts, that all around lie littered, seeing it is a trick, appreciating it is our task, relating it is an art i boldly try all me juv me XX more poems on me blog and if you ask..
4/20/2006 8:19 am
Every journey starts with small steps (Confucius).|
And we never know where we end, or what will cross our paths.
As long as the sun shines, a new day is prosperous to all of us.