What is perspective, my Darlings, but really, our own thinking, our own perceiving thus, making it so?
When it may not be?
Is it really?
And actually… be, we may not ~
Alas, what about Passion? What Perception? What Love? What Seeing? What Believing? What about Art? And Movement? And Feeling? And that Soul Moment that makes you pull over, park the car and take a picture just because the image caught your eye as you were driving by? I did that this morning – with the green reeds. How gorgeous are they? And the typewriter questioning Doubt? Driving along Sunset Boulevard again, just this morning. I snapped it when we were stopped momentarily at a red light. The Lemon, this a.m. The Trees, colors stacked like a Rothko, taken even earlier today at sunrise ~
So much of what we do, see, learn, take in, contemplate, churn in our brains is just cahooey anyway! And at the same time, it is gospel! The words and images of life that make up our own experience. We spring into our lives, bounding into adventure. Each one of our journeys are nothing like another’s. That is the miracle, the magic and the mayhem of each of our individual existences!
As the saying goes, it depends on how we look at it. We embrace the natural wonders of the world and revere great art because it is part of our educational histories and yes – so much traditional art is glorious and great! But there is so much gloriousness that surrounds us that is often discarded as frivolous when in fact, it is SPECTACULAR and AMAZING if we just choose to see it as so.
How about his lemon that fell from the tree in my yard? Isn’t it simply divine? It is a lemon whale or is it a swan? What does it look like to you?
What does your every day look like to you?
What is your perspective each morning you awake?
Grand, glorious? Full of life, love and wonder?
Do you spring into your day? Or…
Are you misty blue, sad and fearful? Not sure what will come your way…
Remember above all things, we get to DECIDE! Isn’t that grand and isn’t that glorious? If my grandmother Cicely O’Donovan were alive, she would light a cigarette, drink a glass of Chardonnay and listen to Rachmaninoff bounce off the canyons of her home in Palos Verdes Estates, high above the Pacific Ocean, with the peacocks in the street yelping “Hello!” Hello! Hello! When we were with her, we saw this as a glorious and grand experience. It’s how I learned to enjoy classical music, chardonnay and cigarettes at quite a young age. Today, I neither smoke or drink, but I still enjoy the perspective, the sound of Rachmaninoff bouncing off the California canyons, the echo, magnificent as if we were in the Disney Concert Hall or the Hollywood Bowl, hearing it played live all around us. It was sheer magnificence, making my spirit soar as it made my grandmother happy indeed! She always decided to have a lovely day. Any other way would bore her completely. And to be bored, dear ones, is not to be done. Think of all you would miss, moment by moment, see to sea!
WE CHOOSE HOW WE SEE EVERYTHING WE SEE ~
I have to remind myself of this each day. There are days when I want to be incredulous and throw down and think I may be better than someone or something even. The gall of it all! My own self! I have to check my perspective and WERK! To make it WORK properly for my own Expansion of my own Experience. No one can make me think a certain way. They may inspire me, but I get to choose in the end, how I respond. So today I say, Hey! Here’s and cheers to Spring and to living in a Passionate, Wondrous, Grand and Glorious Perspective! What is yours?
Make it your own!
Happy Spring and Blessed Be!