“It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.”
― Vincent van Gogh
“What are you staring at?”
I used to hear that question all the time and seldom had a good answer. I’d stare at cars and bushes, at women, at men, at a flower or an eye of a beautiful shade that caught my eye. Sometimes i feel my sense of aesthetics may be somewhat strange but I love to look at that which strikes me as beautiful and if I don’t see several of those in a moment than perhaps I am not trying. It may be a truly picturesque form of ADHD :).
“What are you staring at?”
Still as I said before, I tend to stare, not because I want the object of my gaze but because I wish to admire it, to grock it (yes I’ve been using that word a lot lately but it truly does seem to fit its definition more than most words therefore I’ll stick with it) in its fullness until i can feel connection. It may not be what others find beautiful. Who wants to be limited to that? But it is because I am struck by it.
The longer we look at things, truly look as opposed to playing the memory tapes that we all too often do, the more we can truly see it, appreciate it and find within ourselves that part that resonates with whatever we look at. Thus as we give it meaning, it returns the favour.
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Tarot Trump XVII – The Star by G A Rosenberg
Reach Out From the Inside
“We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
I have become familiar with both the inward and outward manifestations of the journey. So much of my 20’s and 30’s were spent moving from place to place, soaking up experiences, learning what can only come from them yet not focused on the inward growth tho I was open to it. I think if my 25 or 30 year old self was to look at me now, living in the same house for 10 years, married and child-raising, he’d be terribly bemused . Sometimes I hear his voice, quoting Peter Pan. “What happened? You got old.” I think tho we’d like each other. I’ve learned to accept the things about myself at which I used to lash out. Oh I still work at not needing to do or feel certain ways but I accept that they do come up. I like myself now a good deal more than I did then. It’s made it a lot easier to love my family and others in general. I have found truth in the adage that everyone we meet serves as a mirror to something inside of us and now I can enjoy the reflection. Well more and more.
I think my former self might enjoy my company as well. He’d laugh as much as I do when he hears that younger people keep referring to me as wise and not meaning it as either ironic or half a word. I have no advice for my younger self except enjoy the voyage even the painful parts and realize that even when your life is stable, you still continue to journey. It is a moebius strip existance where the internal and external can change positions all in an instance…
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Gold Star by G A Rosenberg
Kitty Pride by G A Rosenberg