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Joie de Vivre

Jan 29th, 2007 by Ree Joy

profile1.jpgThis is my place, a sweet slice of the proverbial earth where I can lie on my back to regard the endless stars, and with a longing that only the earthbound can ever truly feel. Here my soul sprawls, sifting through the loam of random thoughts; sometimes vainly rolling my tongue on the easy lies I tell myself from the adamantine mintage of unpalatable truths; assaying, both with great trepidation and borrowed courage, the quality of a speculation before, during, and after the fact. In choosing to not merely stand still, I have declared not only for movement but for flux, for change. It doesn’t really matter which direction…oh no, wait, I’m wrong; it does matter where you go, aimless movement is wasteful. Still, some days call for any kind of action, as opposed to void. So, here I am…wondering…wandering….

What might I learn, or teach, when I listen, truly listen, to what befalls as a consequence of movement, a leaf falling to the ground? What insight might I be able to bring to the lightest touch rendered and accepted, to every meeting? What lonesome valleys, what triumphant mountains, and my memories of either, or both, might I take with me to the end of my road? Is it true what they say, that it’s the journey that’s more important than the destination? Is it the words we’re able to say; to utter, to write, that shapes what comes? Is it what we do, what we choose to do? Can one draw the likeness of the future with a careless pen? Can a careless pen grow into an eloquence? Is the Butterfly Effect actually real?

Hey, come with me some ways and waddle along, why don’t you? There’s always some place else to be flyin’, eh? :)

attribution: header photo is from fotorescue.com.

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