Lake in the Valley

The water in the hills trickles down into the valley where I like to go running. 

The result is a lovely lake.  

It makes me think about those experiences that wash over us, as compared to those other experiences that get trapped in our minds. What we become is a combination of those things that couldn't pass by unimpeded, and our ability to let go. For better or for worse, our compendium is unique, created by circumstance and chance. And of course, choice. But it would be unreasonable to assume we truly have complete control. 

But - the lake is beautiful, regardless of the water source, or the places where the water leaks out into the soil. 

Wishing

I don't hear enough people saying they 'wish they were strong enough to handle and control their negative emotions', so much as they say they 'wish they were happy'. 


They don't as often say they want 'to feel beautiful' - only that they want 'to look beautiful'. 


That they want, 'to really see other people', rather than wanting 'to be famous and have everyone see them'.


 They don't wish for more knowledge so they can decide the best course for themselves and others, so much as they want to be told what they should do. 


Fleeting moments, the latter wishes.


Gotta embody the matter that inhabits the space where your essence resides. 


I like the sound of that sentence.  

Beautiful February

I empathize with the majority of the country that is blanketed in snow - I know what those harsh winters are like. To my great fortune, I am in an area that is more beautiful than I can explain, and on February 6th, it is 73 degrees and gorgeous outside. So, in honor of such a day, I am sharing some more lovely pictures of the area near me where I love to run/hike/look out the window.

My only advice would be - come visit me.