The Light Within

Eons ago, in a life surrounded by anger and depression, I blamed other people and other circumstances for the way I felt.

Then one day *BANG*, I woke up and discovered that we have a choice, I have a choice, you have a choice: to be angry, to be sad, to be happy, to be content, regardless of the people and things around you in that moment.

This was pre-internet days when this kind of info was rather scarce. Amazon and it’s self-help books existed but I lived in a teeny town far, far away where shipping prices deterred any purchases.

It must have been the universe that whispered this knowledge in my ears, at a moment I was ready to hear it.

About the same time, I realized that the sun is always shining within ourselves. We are the sun, I am the sun, you are the sun. ALWAYS. It’s just that we sometimes don’t see the sun within: there are clouds in the way (depression); there’s a storm on the horizon (on-going drama& arguments with others; there’s smog from pollution (angry thoughts)….

Sometimes I forget that the sun is always shining within. And get angry, get sad, beat myself up…

Then when I set aside the time go out in nature, go to an art exhibit, listen to creative music, spend time with special friends: voilà, that sun comes out and shines.

The hard part is to realize that the sun is ALWAYS there, even without the art, music, nature, friendship.

 

Can you see the sun within?

spice. spicy. hot. cold.

Sugar and spice and everything nice.

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Variety is the spice of life.

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Spicy.

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Hot.

Sexy.

Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Peppers.

Salt & Pepper.

Grey.

Boring.

Bland.

Blah.

Blasé.

Insipid.

Tasteless.

 

Free associations.

Where do they lead you?

On a path of blah?

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To a life of joy??!

Which do you prefer? Blah or Joy?

(I took this photo while shopping at a local farmer’s market while living in southern Spain. This particular one took place every Friday, all year round, rain or shine. Luckily, it was mostly “shine” in that part of the world! The farmer’s markets in southern Spain were an astounding onslaught of  inspiration to all my senses: sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch. I loved them. And do I miss them dearly while in cold, cloudy Chicago winter sans farmer’s markets. The photos help me relive the memories!)

 

#mymomknitscoolstuff

My mom.

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She knits.

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I’m so lucky.

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I get to wear this sweater today, hot off the

knitting needles.
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Good thing I caught mom

just in time

before she started cutting off

all that awesome fringe.

In her eyes, it was just a bunch of random

ugly loose strings.
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What do you think?

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Do you think it’s a bunch of “ugly threads”

-or-

“awesome fringe”?
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Oh, and I’ve altered some of my old favorite vintage Levis so I’d have something cool to go with this sweater.