Monday, October 22, 2012

What moves me? A dear friend asked this morning. I didn't, don't know the answer. Perhaps it takes a mountain to move me, a real or otherwise mountain. A book, a song, this beautiful window, they don't do that for me anymore.

It would be depressing to think nothing moves, overwhelms me happy. This friend promised to help me answer this.

Seriously, what moves me now?

Friday, October 12, 2012

Ought we to honour our natural tendencies? Ought we 'flow with it'? Ought we not resist what feels natural and right? Or ought we adhere to what is told to us to be the way it is/should be? The dilemma, the drama. Weary. Tiresome.