The "art" of being me

I'm currently reading a book where the narrative character constantly refers to people's talents as "arts". One of the descriptions involves describing another's fishing abilities and the fisherman being an artist.
At first, I've got to admit it bothered me the way the character described these different knacks people were good at. But, after awhile of holding back credit worth giving, I think the narrator was trying to convey just how much perfecting, time, and interest is involved when being able to perform these arts. Dancing, fishing, writing, drawing, cooking, even the simple act of talking to people are all things that don't come freely to everyone. For some they take practice to achieve. For others they're born with these "gifts of art".
So, I guess I'll let this observation go on with my approval and appreciate that I can be as good as Monet.....in my own way.

You bring the cup, I'll bring the tea.

With all this talk about tea parties lately, I'm inspired to put a little oomph of my own out there to inspire my daily ventures and perhaps others as well. If more people took things passionately wouldn't there be more stances for better causes rather than for self profit? What about sincereity and being earnest in what we believe rather than a selfish gain. Yet there's a thin line there. Most un-passionate people would like to think of themselves as "passionate". So, where is the disclaimer to differentiate between a meaningful act or an underlying motive?

Someone close to me claims that they lack passion about anything. I still beg to differ in their arguement because I'm sure there's something that would stir their emotions or float their boat. Something has got to exist out there that drives their interest. I think that certain flair of emotion exists more or less in everyone. Is it the lack of interest to entertain the thought? Is it the absence of feeling? How about fear and what role would fear play in allowing us to feel so deeply about something?

Those passionate feelings keep us going. They fuel what drives us to accomplish goals and dreams. They're what motivates us to get out of bed in the morning prepping us to face the day.

Granted there are days where I'm lacking that "passion". But shouldn't the little bit that we each own be valued and acknowledged? Be savored and appreciated? For one day there might be a tea party to attend.

Savor the moment

"Memories can do a lot to sustain you, but the invisible stuff of the relationship is lost even as unresolved issues remain: arguements never settled, kind words never uttered, things left unsaid." - taken from Making Rounds with Oscar written By Dr. David Dosa

This excerpt was referring to death and letting go of someone after they've gone whether by death or by dementia.

There are concepts and potential learning experiences taken from the most simple of sayings. This is what I take from this one;

Why not take each of those moments, and savor each one for what they are. Not only after making the memory but during the moment as well? What a tactic to apply! What an approach! What a habit to make! If only we can listen, learn, and live it......

Speaking of appreciation.....

I've just recently read the book; "The Christmas Sweater" by Glenn Beck. Here's an awakening to what really matters in life. Unfortunately, we most commonly are awakened by a tragedy or misfortune that leaves us in a humble state. Being knocked down and seeing things at a different perspective can assist in making you appreciate where you last stood. When the character loses someone he loves, unhappiness is expected; but losing his faith was the point where he lost himself. It was only when he truly was broken that he was finally fix-able. So, here's a book inspiring us all to keep trudging through thick waters, being thankful all the while there are much muckier waters elsewhere. Sometimes the best things in life are free (or a sweater that was knitted with a mother's love).

"Pa" knew what he was talkin' about....

"Pa Ingalls" once said; "You wonder how much time in your life you waste worrying about things that really don't matter." No matter how simple of a concept, there is truth to be heard in the line. How much time do we really spend fretting about things that are either here or there. Hurdles that if we faced and dealt with, they weren't that big of deal to start. So, how do we train ourselves to see the moment? How do we walk and and enjoy the scenery? I guess maybe we should try walking slower and not concentrate so much about where we're going or where we'd like to be. Instead, eyes open, inhaling deeply, observing whole heartedly the picture we're given. So, when we are faced with an actual sorrow of substance, we're just that much stronger and thankful of our journey.

Without adapting and accomodating around change in life, we aren't fully living life.

Anyone got a good net?

Looking back, obsessed with what's to come, wishing for opportunities, I think time just may consume us. If only we had just a little bit more in this temporary life...Or maybe it's poor "time" managing skills. Although, I doubt even the best manager could not provide enough. We chase with holey nets desperately trying to get back what we've lost or what we think we can hold forever. IF we could take every second, every minute and treasure, value it to the fullest, time wouldn't be so scarce. But, then again, if we didn't enjoy and live time to the fullest, we wouldn't miss it so much after it's gone.