He's my muse I think - Robert Service.
I love this picture of him (you've seen it here before); it just looks to me like he's on his soapbox, telling someone, anyone, something important, something that really matters... there's an earnestness about him that appeals...
and it seems, mayhap, I'm on my own soapbox, of sorts...
Sitting here in the quiet lamplight of the family room, sipping wine and coming off a very busy two weeks, with three more days to go before there comes a break.
Feeling at a bit of a loose end..
As I wasn't teaching on this schedule I signed myself up for a few online classes and am also feeling the busyness of that, along with two jobs and a burning desire to get back at some long overdue home renos. Not to mention having opened an Etsy shop, deciding Yoga Everyday is a good thing and that I would like to get back to writing letters. Somewhere in the midst of that was a desire for contentment.
(my son, stretching after a triathlon - I see it as powerful imagery!)
I'm not feeling overwhelmed, that isn't where this is leading; I'm just looking at things differently - I've heard yoga can do that to you, but I also might be inclined to vote for the wine...
I'm thinking about what I want, what I really don't want, what makes my heart sing and what drowns it out...
In that vein, today I was pondering the differences between "personal" and "personality".
I am of the mind that when I write here my personality may come through, but I often think it is not very personal. I'm not really sure why - I guess because this blog stemmed from a desire to be a part of something that completely intrigued me, and the belief that it should be about what I do rather than what I think, or feel, or hope for...
I have to say though, the blog posts I enjoy elsewhere are always the ones that are the most personal.
I don't even know where I am going with this except to say I am more content in my busyness than I ever thought possible, I am so grateful everyday for the life I have, I enjoy this corner of my world more than I could ever articulate and I can't believe so many of you continue to come to read my thoughts and that some even choose to answer back.
I know I will never be all I could be, there are words in me that will never be said, more ideas than can ever be brought to fruitition, and ideals that won't always be lived up to.
That doesn't mean it is a life less lived.
Maybe when we just sit and enjoy the world in which we are, maybe that is the life best lived.
As I wrote this post, the lyrics of the song Draggin' the Line came into my head over and over again - check it out ... I first heard this song in the early 70's on a K-Tel LP and they are as relevant today as they were 40 (ugh - really, 40?) years ago - and the video is pretty good too.
Tommy James and the Shondells had some of the best songs ever; who didn't lament a teenage love over the refrains of Crimson and Clover? Or wish some teenage boy was lamenting over you? Best slow dance song ever.
Well, the wine is almost gone now and my thoughts are settling...
thanks for listening