“Happiness is not something ready-made. It comes from your own actions.”
— Dalai Lama
courtesy of Inspiration Bloq
I’ve spent my life wanting to be someone else and trying to shape myself into who I am not. I’ve also attempted to spend my life being who others expect of me. One thing I am slowly learning in all this is how much of a colossal failure I’ve become. By neglecting who I am truly meant to be, I have become of gumbo of different characters that I sometimes hate to look at in the mirror.
This past year, I like to think I have achieved feats in personal development. While I am still not the person I want to look at in the mirror and be proud, I am on the journey to being that child with a curious outlook of life and great disregard for distracting paths. Continue reading
As illustrated by snowshellyjackson
“To approach snow too closely is to forget what it is,” said the girl who cried snowflakes.
“Through a microscope one discovers that there are many kinds of snow: those made up of tiny painting of shipwrecks in the style of Bonaventura Peeters, those made up of miniature bowls of wax fruit, very beautifully and realiztically formed, except for the size; those made up of the clippings of babies; and those made up of the trimmed and tattooed scalps of shrews used as money by certain native peoples of the southern Urals.
There are snows made of clock faces and circular slie rules of maps to undiscovered countries, of the shattered breath clouds of those who have cried out for help unheard on a clear winter day.
Obviously there is snow made of the unread letters of unloved lovers and metal snow made of discs with serrated edges, to mention only one of the innumerable members of the great class of the snows of war for there is no end to forms of cruelty.
But there are innumerable kindly snow as well, such as those made of the golden crumbs of sleepy and dainty snows made of miniature ladies underpants, some with persimmon-colored ribbons woven through the lace, some embroidered with tiny green apples.
There are hungry snow made of ground teeth and sacrificial snows made of…
p.s. In case you didn’t notice what I did, the complete title is: “Stories made in the coldest winter… to may of unloved snows ”
What other sentences can you make from her words?
Staying creative is tough but I am trying.
I was at the ROM this past Sunday for the very first time. I’ve always admired the building (which I learnt is actually 3 buildings) and I’ve gone f0r a talk with one of their top photographer but this past Sunday, I went it. I took a tour of the great pieces in the museum. The penultimate piece the group was shown was an amethyst geode cut out for us to see the amethyst. Interestingly, our guide told us a folklore of how the purple quartz was formed.
Amethyst was a young virgin who became the object of wrath of the Greek God Dionysus after he became intoxicated. The Goddess Diana helped immediately turned the girl into a white, shimmering stone (quartz). When Dionysus realized what had happened and felt remorse for his actions, his tears dripped into his goblet of wine. The goblet overturned, and the wine spilled all over the white rock, saturating it until it became the purple quartz that is now known as Amethyst.
Amethyst is the birthstone for those born in the month of February; if months were persons I can picture February as a young virgin who died before her time. It seems like it was just yesterday that 2014 started and the month is almost over. I am glad that I on track with most of my plans and resolutions and I’ve got so much to look forward to this year! I am almost done with my Paleo diet and while it was a bit challenging, I thought it would be nice to have monthly challenges.
February is my creativity kick starting month and I aim to do all of the 29 Ways to stay creative (see video below). I realize that there are only 28 days in the year so I plan to cross off one or more of the 29 ways each day and hopefully increase how many I do daily.
P.S. See next page for lists and follow progress as I cross them off.