Marcoclicks - images, words

When the reflection is more distinct than the object it reflects - what does that mean? Sometimes it feels like I am paying more attention to the inverse, the upside-down, the non-obvious and, actually I think that's right. I'm attracted to looking where others' eyes aren't.

Sitting with that observation, I can feel some of the discomfort I experience as a result. It's a bit like Frost's roads in the woods or Thoreau's different drummer: it's hard to be that way. And for me after a while that stance gets tiring. Now, I love the way I see what I see - and yet I recognize the ways in which that element of my vision separates me from others who see in more conventional ways. And that's tiring.

I don't mean to separate myself or elevate this sort of vision. Frankly, I'm thinking it's about equal measures of awesome and awful. But it's how I'm wired, so judging it good or bad doesn't serve me, I am always remembering.

As I sit in my life and see what I've accomplished and the struggles it has taken, indeed still takes, I am comforted by the images - upside-down or not - and my role in bringing them to this place.

Blessings

Marco

Today

The spring snow is sifting through the slowly emerging sunlight. It gives me hope. This belated touch of darkness served to remind me how soon it will go, leaving nothing but true snow drops after it passes us.

When it snows in April, I can afford to be gracious about it: I know it will quickly fade. That's sensible, yes. Still, it's far too easy for me to fall back into December, when what sits in front of me would mean something far different.

So the challenge is to separate history's recordings from today's reality, to move beyond the way we historically see and have seen to find new, truer eyes. Many practices point us toward this: I am learning that so many disciplines of heart and head and spirit overlap and, if we are careful, can create a joyful synergy. That's what I want!

Blessings,

Marco