Even when you write prose, your prose smells like poetry, because that's probably your soul. But you've already mastered the rocks you encounter on the road to writing
I need to stick around for at least another 10 to 15 years, God willing. Dependents. They bring joy to my life that is difficult to describe, but that is only as a result of being present and providing for them. So you are stuck with me for a while yet, my friend!
I don't think there's a time limit on getting back to the stone, Patris. The trip down the hill allows us the opportunity to enjoy simply being in the moment, rather than the trip onward and upward of one who constantly moves toward dissolution and nothingness.
“The stone will wait” - adding that after “dust keeps”, part of my mental list to enjoy the moments of doing nothing. Soaking in birdsongs, looking at clouds, or whatever catches my eye. Lovely prose to remind me of this. Thank you Paul
Nature is indifferent to our efforts and sacrifices. We push the boulder uphill, surrounded by its sounds, colors, and scents. Yet, we feel nothing beneath the waves of effort.
When we pause, we feel it all, a powerful resonance, the liquid sounds. But they’re the same as when we felt nothing before.
@Paul Wittenberger I really Love that. We're all so busy always trying to get to the top of the hill that we lose sight of everything and everyone around us. Definitely best to live in the moment.
And if you get to the top, Kathleen, then what? Where do you go? What do you do? The top becomes your rock to push, if you can figure out some place to push it.
“The stone will wait.” What an image for the burdens people are carrying this holiday season. It’s time to step away and enjoy the rest stop.
Good advice for the season—for every season, really. Thank you, Diane. 😊🙏
Even when you write prose, your prose smells like poetry, because that's probably your soul. But you've already mastered the rocks you encounter on the road to writing
"Smells like poetry" -great book title😂
That does sound like a good title, Mary!
do you know that smell is our most powerful sense?
Yes, it is capable of evoking even the deepest, long forgotten memories.
Our sense of hearing too
Hearing, too, can evoke memories
Thank you, Rolando—it’s hard to get away from.
Yes, this
Grateful to @Shannon Winestone for the restack, thank you!
Thanks for restacking this, @Kevin M
I need to stick around for at least another 10 to 15 years, God willing. Dependents. They bring joy to my life that is difficult to describe, but that is only as a result of being present and providing for them. So you are stuck with me for a while yet, my friend!
You’ll have Christmas with family? Wonderful!
It is inevitable, my friend. I’m in no rush to get there, as I have some loose ends to take care of
It was my pleasure, Paul. The least I could do. Letting the boulder rest, before it becomes my headstone!
No one wants that, Kevin!
Thanks for restacking this, @Lique
It is good advice but, in my lifetime, following good advice is sometimes hard to do
That’s true, Paul, but I think there’s merit in enjoying the ride while getting to the destination.
Sometimes you write a bit of prose but every time it's a moment's read that I didn't know I was looking forward to.
What a wonderful comment to read while the snow is falling and the coffee is hot and I don’t have to shovel much…yet! Thank you, Daniel! 😊🙏
Truer than any sermon I’ve listened to, I receive this permission gratefully, Paul. Indeed that stone will wait. 🙏
I don't think there's a time limit on getting back to the stone, Patris. The trip down the hill allows us the opportunity to enjoy simply being in the moment, rather than the trip onward and upward of one who constantly moves toward dissolution and nothingness.
Just be. Yes.
Thank you, Mary!
Beautiful piece. Thanks.
Thanks for reading and commenting, David.
So beautifully poignant, Paul. The morning air - both everything and nothing - fill my lungs, and I am grateful. Blessings, Jane
“The stone will wait” - adding that after “dust keeps”, part of my mental list to enjoy the moments of doing nothing. Soaking in birdsongs, looking at clouds, or whatever catches my eye. Lovely prose to remind me of this. Thank you Paul
Such good advice for us. Just be. Breathe in and out thank you, Paul.
Nature is indifferent to our efforts and sacrifices. We push the boulder uphill, surrounded by its sounds, colors, and scents. Yet, we feel nothing beneath the waves of effort.
When we pause, we feel it all, a powerful resonance, the liquid sounds. But they’re the same as when we felt nothing before.
Thanks so much for the post. Paul.
We are so engrossed in Becoming, that we forget what it feels like to simply Be. Thank you for reading and commenting, Riccardo.
Live in this moment. Take your time. Be.
The stone will wait.
@Paul Wittenberger I really Love that. We're all so busy always trying to get to the top of the hill that we lose sight of everything and everyone around us. Definitely best to live in the moment.
And if you get to the top, Kathleen, then what? Where do you go? What do you do? The top becomes your rock to push, if you can figure out some place to push it.
Take a break.
You have beautifully described and made irrelevant all those self-help books, podcasts, and gurus out there in the nothingness. 🦋
I'm sure they'll find a way to make themselves relevant again, Grimalkin, but thank you--that's a great thought!