Points of Light, Anxiety hates subtitles and nuances! We can count on anxiety keeping us from moving, breathing and being in the moment. But instead of beating ourselves up over our anxiety, let's give ourselves the compassion and tenderness we need as we take a leisurely stroll through a Monet Painting and see what's going on, at least with me.
Yet, well I've yet to notice the subtleties and nuances in life myself. I've said it before and I'll say it again, that's sad. I mean, when I walk through a Monet painting of the garden, more than likely I'm going to look straight down the path ahead of me. As I walk, I might look to my right, I might look to my left, but I can't say for sure. If I did look, say to my right, I might happen to notice the Lavenders, but as I'm stepping into the garden, would I notice the one lone yellow flower setting about a foot above the Lavenders? If I look straight ahead and only down the path, would I notice I'm walking in and out of shadows? If I again looked to my right, would the shadows that fall on the flowers catch my eye? Would I notice the patch of light that follows the shadow? If I looked up and to my left, would I intuit an opening in the trees where light is allowed to enter the garden? What if I looked up and straight ahead, there's a porthole formed by the way the branches in the trees lay, through that porthole do I notice the Matterhorn spying at me?
Life gives us so much light, so much color, and so much beauty, but how much do I allow myself to notice if I'm hurriedly skipping by subtitles and nuances - like the single yellow flower in the Monet painting I just mentioned. Do you remember that I mentioned the lone yellow flower? Did you notice that I mentioned it?
Anxiety hates subtitles and nuances. My anxiety wants 100% of my attention, and I generally give it to him. That's a story to come.
As Always,
Love and Peace,
Tod w/only one d
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