I was just thinking of my daughter this morning after a fabulous day spent with her yesterday afternoon. I haven't laughed so hard in ages to be honest! But I was reminded of a question she asked me a while back when she was only 3. She said to me: "Daddy, Why is your jumper green?!" NOT "IS your jumper green?" To which I would of responded "Yes" and promptly involved her in some other colour recognition games. So I explained that Green was my favourite colour. "WHY?".............so I continued...."Well it reminds me of the grass and the trees and the woods" and so on and so forth! No surprises for what the next word out of her mouth was!!!.
I was also reading this morning The Poetry of James Kavanaugh and I started to really think about that child-like need to question things that I still have. My thoughts about my daughters questioning was that sometimes things just are. There is no great debate or philosophical answer to be had. They are just as they are.
It's also made me really think about this idea of living life on life's terms. Personally I feel that the more I accept that it is OK at times to feel sad, lonely, hurt etc the easier it is to deal with life itself. I don't need to catastrophize things or even in certain situations try and be cognitive about it. I just need to accept that it is OK to feel this way at times and it's not unnatural to have sad thoughts at times. I am a very romantic/melancholic person at the best of times believe me so I don't need anymore undue stress by thinking that it isn't!!.
James Kavanaugh on James Kavanaugh.
"I am one of the searchers. There are I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hopinig to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We are drawn by the ocean.....We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we want to love and be be loved."
Who am I? I am not sure. Once I was predictable. I was educated, trained, loved - not as I was, but as I seemed to be. My role was my safe way of hiding. I was approved, I pleased. Then almost suddenly, I changed. Now I am less sure, more myself. My role has almost disappeared. My roots are not in my church, my job, my city; even my world. They are in me. Friends are not so easy to find - and I dream a lot."
Have a great Sunday all!
Love and Happiness
Hippie
xx
I was also reading this morning The Poetry of James Kavanaugh and I started to really think about that child-like need to question things that I still have. My thoughts about my daughters questioning was that sometimes things just are. There is no great debate or philosophical answer to be had. They are just as they are.
It's also made me really think about this idea of living life on life's terms. Personally I feel that the more I accept that it is OK at times to feel sad, lonely, hurt etc the easier it is to deal with life itself. I don't need to catastrophize things or even in certain situations try and be cognitive about it. I just need to accept that it is OK to feel this way at times and it's not unnatural to have sad thoughts at times. I am a very romantic/melancholic person at the best of times believe me so I don't need anymore undue stress by thinking that it isn't!!.
James Kavanaugh on James Kavanaugh.
"I am one of the searchers. There are I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hopinig to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We are drawn by the ocean.....We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we want to love and be be loved."
Who am I? I am not sure. Once I was predictable. I was educated, trained, loved - not as I was, but as I seemed to be. My role was my safe way of hiding. I was approved, I pleased. Then almost suddenly, I changed. Now I am less sure, more myself. My role has almost disappeared. My roots are not in my church, my job, my city; even my world. They are in me. Friends are not so easy to find - and I dream a lot."
Have a great Sunday all!
Love and Happiness
Hippie
xx
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