Archives for September 2015

Crazy about that.

Couldn’t think of anything to be more thrilled by, excited about or passionate for.

Now that is really the way to be every moment of every day.

That is, even when meditating over a ripe mango or mindfully seeing every window frame on every building you walk past.

Crazy about that.

Sane about it all.

From the steeple tip of the church flew a pair of socks, sidestepping in the strong wind.

They were orange and red, representing no country.

No shoes were nearby, but a crowd gathered below.

The next day a singer performed a classic blues song below the socks, while wearing shoes.

Although many noticed the socks and were interested in why they were adorning a high point of the church, none of them walked inside to ask.

It takes a certain appeal to attract an audience.

No signs to the best place to be.

You can follow signs, plot a route, read the directions and follow the lead.

Follow your own lead and you might just find the misty street in an ancient hilltop village, be invited into someone’s home for a local herb tea, and offered to marry anyone you choose in the village.

Now the marriage offer, it can happen, may not be the desirable outcome of self guided travel. But contrary to popular opinion, the only people who can say no to cloying, suffocating local customs are outsiders…visitors like you.

You have freedom.

And, you can travel!

Three days can be squeezed into one, or rather, the activities of three days can.

This can be good. It can rush things.

At times gazing at the horizon imagining being on the horizon – that can be good.

If you could structure creative innovation breakouts and have them deliver every possible idea and invention – you would.

Meanwhile, find a good chair a pleasing location…the horizon awaits.

You might choose emerald green and I’ll choose a rich crimson red.

The swirl of different colours on large wall spaces adds pause, wonder and cheer to the day for many passing by.

An artist conveys something, not always knowing what this is, but there is always at least a feeling – even if the “language” may be newly invented by the one who wields the brush.

It’s a new galaxy of possibilities when you look beyond still life, portraits and landscapes, to the unrestricted sea of creative dreams that is abstract art.

When you add lively colors to this genre, you have a feast of visual messages.