Of course this is the title. On day for dads in the Antipodes.
Will get amongst this when I go to Church on a Monday.
Later, gator.
And, 'night & thanks to the sage Kevin. The Gandalf to my Pippin. Potatoes all 'round 💚
P.S.
Thanks, TKG.
For your hand in raising this Tiny & Fierce hellion who is still civil & dainty.
You're defs the TARDIS & should probably get your 43 days worth of the Proms on BBC Sounds (the first Who one in eleven years. the fishfingers & custard of it all 💙💙).
I think appreciating the journey is so key that the journey can be the light itself. Like chasing a frog that you don’t really want icking up your hand but you chase him just the same because there the he was hopping across your path on some great adventure and you just want to be a part of it. So much that you chase him across the entire yard until he jumps under the fence and you look up at its grainy surface and just think, Wow! Because you just took an epic journey across your own small piece of the world.
You're right on the money Sarah. The journey is the light. Also how strange the frog addition to this, as I just held a frog not too long ago, and I Loved every second of it.
Please listen to Carrie Newcomer’s song: “Where the Light Comes Down.” The video is on You-Tube. It is a beautiful description of everyday appreciation of the beauty of light.
Tyler, thank you for this important message. It’s not a ramble when it resonates so warmly & well among the death rattle of taking in the news each day. And it is inspiring…
I think I always wonder when I'm rambling, and when it's something bigger haha. I never know, so I just keep going. This is beautiful my friend, as per usual.
I was metaphorically struck by lightning at a concert recently. It has grabbed hold of me and restarted my heart in a way I had given up on ever happening. It's been 2 weeks now and I'm still buzzing, still marinating in the perspective and joy and love of it all.
I've been putting off starting my next writing project because I convinced myself I had too many already unfinished projects. That what I put to page wouldn't live up to what runs through my synapses. But what's happened is this lightning restart has blocked progress on all the other wonderful things. So yesterday I started it. It's raw and not at all what I want it to be yet.
That's ok. And it's ok to start something new while also letting other things take a rest. What's the point of life if we aren't living in the moment and soaking it all in?
Thanks for the beautiful reminders. For showing us the journey is just as wonderful as the destination.
These lightning strikes (metaphorical of course, as one who has LITERALLY been struck, it ain't fun) are absolutely everything to life. Soak it in. Soak it all in.
This was wonderful for my soul. I'm a highly ambitious person who is equally chronically tired. I was probably in junior high, the last time I could tell you that I felt rested after a good night's sleep. But I want to DO things, I want to ACCOMPLISH goals, I want to CREATE a legacy, I want to find success. This is a great reminder to slowwwww dowwwwwn, to write my personal definition of success, which would include, "not feeling burnt out or run ragged." I need to book times of rest, of stagnation, because it I don't, I get so busy (whether the busy things are 'good' or 'bad') and I end up making myself physically ill. It's like the flu; my body can't handle go-go-go. Sometimes it's frustrating that my "tank" is smaller than others' and I need to rest more, but ultimately I'm trying to reframe my thoughts around hustle culture (like you mentioned) and to say it's okay if I'm not a "work 24/7 post on socials everyday on three different platforms make sure I bust my ass and that people see my stuff" person. I used to be hustle-y. I used to think my body would adjust to that lifestyle if I was passionate about it. But it never adjusted, and I'm looking for more rest, more light, more laying on the grass and watching that light dancing with shadow through the leaves of a mayday tree. 💖
Such a wonderful reminder. Big life changes lately have forced me to stop chasing and just slow down. Now is the perfect time for acceptance and letting the light back in. I think I have forgotten what it feels like.
This past weekend, I was sipping hot white chocolate from a bowl and allowing my mind to drift. I felt warm and happy. ... and then I turned to see my lover smiling, with eyes and mouth. A soft smile. One that spoke of his love for me in such a mundane moment. I smiled back after a tiny burst of self consciousness. I reflected his light ... and in that moment, life was perfect.
Of course this is the title. On day for dads in the Antipodes.
Will get amongst this when I go to Church on a Monday.
Later, gator.
And, 'night & thanks to the sage Kevin. The Gandalf to my Pippin. Potatoes all 'round 💚
P.S.
Thanks, TKG.
For your hand in raising this Tiny & Fierce hellion who is still civil & dainty.
You're defs the TARDIS & should probably get your 43 days worth of the Proms on BBC Sounds (the first Who one in eleven years. the fishfingers & custard of it all 💙💙).
You're so very welcome.
I think appreciating the journey is so key that the journey can be the light itself. Like chasing a frog that you don’t really want icking up your hand but you chase him just the same because there the he was hopping across your path on some great adventure and you just want to be a part of it. So much that you chase him across the entire yard until he jumps under the fence and you look up at its grainy surface and just think, Wow! Because you just took an epic journey across your own small piece of the world.
You're right on the money Sarah. The journey is the light. Also how strange the frog addition to this, as I just held a frog not too long ago, and I Loved every second of it.
Please listen to Carrie Newcomer’s song: “Where the Light Comes Down.” The video is on You-Tube. It is a beautiful description of everyday appreciation of the beauty of light.
SO beautiful ...thank you <3
Deal! I'm in.
Tyler, thank you for this important message. It’s not a ramble when it resonates so warmly & well among the death rattle of taking in the news each day. And it is inspiring…
It is a journey
This life filled with the next steps
Not all all move forward
Some steps will return
Us to where we were before
Better the next time
Some steps are sideways
They go where we least expect
Or just go around
Some steps help us stand
Holding our ground like castles
Journey’s can be still
All steps in journeys
Offer us the same big chance
To dance around life
Each new step we take
Gives us the reach to catch life
From passing us bye
It is September
And we we can recall eight months
Of steps we have left
Before the next step
Catch and behold life we’ve held
Like light thru our hands
I think I always wonder when I'm rambling, and when it's something bigger haha. I never know, so I just keep going. This is beautiful my friend, as per usual.
I was metaphorically struck by lightning at a concert recently. It has grabbed hold of me and restarted my heart in a way I had given up on ever happening. It's been 2 weeks now and I'm still buzzing, still marinating in the perspective and joy and love of it all.
I've been putting off starting my next writing project because I convinced myself I had too many already unfinished projects. That what I put to page wouldn't live up to what runs through my synapses. But what's happened is this lightning restart has blocked progress on all the other wonderful things. So yesterday I started it. It's raw and not at all what I want it to be yet.
That's ok. And it's ok to start something new while also letting other things take a rest. What's the point of life if we aren't living in the moment and soaking it all in?
Thanks for the beautiful reminders. For showing us the journey is just as wonderful as the destination.
These lightning strikes (metaphorical of course, as one who has LITERALLY been struck, it ain't fun) are absolutely everything to life. Soak it in. Soak it all in.
This is a great reminder to “practice the pause”, ironically, on this Labor Day weekend!! ❤️❤️
I love that, and haven't heard it worded that way yet!
A timely reminder. Thank you 🧡💜
Truly, you are welcome.
This was wonderful for my soul. I'm a highly ambitious person who is equally chronically tired. I was probably in junior high, the last time I could tell you that I felt rested after a good night's sleep. But I want to DO things, I want to ACCOMPLISH goals, I want to CREATE a legacy, I want to find success. This is a great reminder to slowwwww dowwwwwn, to write my personal definition of success, which would include, "not feeling burnt out or run ragged." I need to book times of rest, of stagnation, because it I don't, I get so busy (whether the busy things are 'good' or 'bad') and I end up making myself physically ill. It's like the flu; my body can't handle go-go-go. Sometimes it's frustrating that my "tank" is smaller than others' and I need to rest more, but ultimately I'm trying to reframe my thoughts around hustle culture (like you mentioned) and to say it's okay if I'm not a "work 24/7 post on socials everyday on three different platforms make sure I bust my ass and that people see my stuff" person. I used to be hustle-y. I used to think my body would adjust to that lifestyle if I was passionate about it. But it never adjusted, and I'm looking for more rest, more light, more laying on the grass and watching that light dancing with shadow through the leaves of a mayday tree. 💖
Oh my goodness, please allow yourself the rest. Please. Slow downnnn my friend, and if you need the reminder, come here for it. :)
Thanks Tyler 🥹
Such a wonderful reminder. Big life changes lately have forced me to stop chasing and just slow down. Now is the perfect time for acceptance and letting the light back in. I think I have forgotten what it feels like.
{{hug}}
I hope the changes are great ones, or at the least, end up being them. :)
Catching The Light
This past weekend, I was sipping hot white chocolate from a bowl and allowing my mind to drift. I felt warm and happy. ... and then I turned to see my lover smiling, with eyes and mouth. A soft smile. One that spoke of his love for me in such a mundane moment. I smiled back after a tiny burst of self consciousness. I reflected his light ... and in that moment, life was perfect.
This is stunning, and precisely what I was talking of. THANK you.