5 pieces of Flotsam and Jetsam that ran ashore on my virtual beach and still stick around after a month. I am gonna go for a walk and pick them up for you….
Found: The Right People Thing
I can read it again and again and still think its stunning and makes me slowly nod my head.
"Because life is not high school. There aren’t any cool kids….There are just people. Who have their own groups of right people.
And you get to belong anywhere where you feel safe and supported.
And you get to choose who gets to belong with you, and help them feel safe and supported….No, seriously. Life is not high school… Business is not high school. Nothing that happens is high school.Except, of course, for high school."
…and here is Havi’s ship.
Found: Simplicity of life – birth, school, work, death
This is just blatant funny and I am impatiently waiting for his new posts.
“Kid, get used to it. You’re five and a half. The days of fun and leisure are over……its all downhill from here.”
…here is Troyen’s raft.
Found: Context shapes perspective and chops trees
About how it is to live near trees that are offensive and obsessing about choosing the right tool…for trees and in work life. Funny! Nerdy! Fascinating!
"Take a moment and step inside the mind of the brother-in-law. I’ve got several trees I want to get rid of… and what do I have in the garage? Two hammers, a paint can full of nails, some leftover wood and… a saw. Perfect. A saw."
…he rants in repose here.
Found: Where “Willpower” is not a concept that has any place
Eileen wants to walk her path in a mindful way and I like to follow her.
"Learning (painfully, experientialy) that change can only come after acceptance of what is. That observation without judgment is the first step toward creating lasting, positive change. (This stands in direct contrast to my past tendency to try to white-knuckle things into existence.)"
…read her journey from the beginning.
Found: When old recipes are not the same anymore.
It just makes totally sense when Michele Woodward explains it.
"You know I have the idea that we each have 100 units of energy to spend each day. Yesterday’s are gone, and tomorrow’s belong to tomorrow. All you’ve got is 100 to use today. And if you have created day-after-day which calls for 120, you’ve got a problem."
…so I read it all here.
I think that’s it so far. For this past month. Have a great weekend!
About Penguins and “right” Answers
… while thinking about my habit of useless explanations lately.
I was taught, if I can’t find the right words it wouldn’t stand in the world. This comes from a place where there is already no room and still – it exists without my help. A beautiful contradiction.
If I had the words I would use them. The fact that I don’t have words for what moves me makes me choosing a medium that is not bound to words. If I could explain what I was doing, I would be a writer.
When I did presentations in the past I was always taught to explain them. As if the pure act of coming up with explanations would help people to grasp. This resulted in me collecting lukewarm explanation before or after and then doing what I wanted anyway. So why would I even spend time designing these little detours or maybe more important – is it useful for the people with questions in the first place?
If people argue with "right" answers, are there also "right" questions?
If someone would ask me, why is the sky not red, I wouldn’t answer because it is a natural given that skies are blue and there is no point of discussing something that is given and unchangeable. A question like:" Why did you make this line blue in the shape of a penguin?" invokes the same response in me.
Paintings have a language of their own. Attainable in time through observation. I would rob people the joy of exploration if I was able to explain it with words. The moment people ask about the penguin ( not that I ever painted a penguin but you know what I mean…), I was tempted to give solutions and answers where no general answers exist as there is not one language in the world. I can understand the urge to own what one might not understand immediately to have it in your orbit so to speak, but receiving an explanation will not leave one resolved and understood until the handed tool is not used as well.
So I free myself from the this particular habit of mine to explain the unexplainable, *dammit
…maybe next time I write something about the beauty of contradiction and opposite truths because I spot them everywhere in here but I think I can settle on the complexity of nature for the time being…next time someone asks I’ll say: I do complex art. lol.
*in the spirit of Havi who was able to put it this approach in a more cohesive way on paper..