Thread:Secret Grimm/@comment-27363192-20161121014048

January 1, 2011

Don case

You can not see it, it is just there. It can not be felt, it has to be that other sense, the one that is always just out of grasp and sits just behind your left ear. When you stick a  big wad of gum on a top it does interesting things, that odd balance dance.

But then, there is no gum no a top. There are times when the world seems odd, the uneven way things are compiling, organizing, catagorizing. yhe nbox gets bigger but it is still slower than the clutter that fills it.

A worry here, a distraction there, an other new interest, what was the last one? Oh the list of responsibilities, they pile up till the bo has no corners or edges.

The world as we know it is changing before our eyes.

Then reality comes right up and slaps you in the face.

Breath,,,,,,, now breath again, life is what you make it. Th air we breath in is what sustains it, the fuel that feeds the fire. Breathing is inspiration and release as isour thought, our work, our love, lfe itself.

What is your thought, the one you hold dear but never express? What is your work, the secret one that drives you? What is yopur love, the essence of your desire? These are ypur life and motivation. live them to the fullest for t6he clutter is not life but things and stuff. Start a new year with a new breath of life and afire un-quenched,.

Happy holidays. 