I am imperfect in a perfect world. “None of us are perfect parents.” “Let he who is without sin throw the first stone.” “No one looks like a television super- model(my apologies Naomi Campbell).” We are all what we are meant to be. We make mistakes and we learn.
Some of my most superlative photographs reveal flaws, show defects, and display the world as I want to see it–
–amazingly beautiful in its immense imperfection.
The simple thought of motion defines so many parts of life. In a smaller sense it describes activity in a microcosm of our day. I went into the kitchen and came out with my coffee…
Maybe not what someone was expecting, but apt nonetheless.
I find the concept of a quick turn around defining many parts of life, and I object. We all prefer in the hospital to be a quick out of the hospital, but in love needs to last a life time.
I insist on the permanence of certain concepts–liberty, happiness, choice, freedom, love—being among my favorites. It makes me wonder how these things can so easily fall into the category of temporary.
Yes, someone may point out that liberty, freedom and choice are the same thing, but that is not always true…
My mind is open. How about you?
I saw that on a television commercial. It made me actually consider if moths and lint counted as “in my wallet.”
I always enjoyed my blog, but found that others were persnickety about the content–so I have been silent.
What’s in my blog? My opinion, my ravings, my books, a little bit of who I am…and perhaps when you get right down to it, it only matters to me.
People have no right to pick me apart for my musings, but it becomes difficult to stand the strain. All of my lint and moths can feel very personal.
For now at least my wallet is empty. In the future I hope to have at least a few thoughts of my own. When that happens, I intend to share.