For the past week I've had a headache, partially from heat and wildfire smoke, and I've been anxious about the possibility of losing my home and community to fire.
But this afternoon a friend told me about a new locally made plant based fudgesicle, and I went out and bought one as soon as I could. I spent a moment in the shade enjoying a beautiful summer day, eating my fudgesicle, enjoying every nibble. Then I rode my bike home when it was half eaten, eating the rest while coasting down the road.
There's still every possibility of a forest fire, but for a brief moment I enjoyed the feeling of a beautiful summer day anyways.
I will hang onto that feeling. It was like a kind of making peace.
If there's no beauty and joy to be had in this world, why are we struggling for peace, justice and the wellbeing of our fellow humans, animals and ecology?
I see beauty every day when I see squirrels, hear birds singing, even when I see bugs crawling across the sidewalk. I refuse to see any beauty in war, in Zionism, in racism, in misogyny. If I start seeing beauty in those things, that will be the day I am fucked.
Thank you for pointing out the wondrousness of the realm we are in Caitlin and bringing it to the forefront. I have a hard time seeing bombs as beautiful though and pollution. But being joyful for the good things that are around us at the same time adds "joy to the world" and I feel it goes into some kind of treasury in the aether or something of that kind. It adds to the synergistic energies in the world, thus countering the dystopian ones and lifting our overall vibrancy and vibration.
I do think though that anyone who lives luxuriously is being rather oblivious. Money could be spent lifting others rather than another car or another renovation on a perfectly good bathroom say. Imagine if we helped each other! That would make the world really beautiful because our lack of togetherness and collaboration makes this world less beautiful and more miserable and that is within our own ability to change.
أحسنت النشر والقول – سلام غزة و القدس عليكم - العزة والنصر حليف محورالمقاومة وحلفاءها والذلة والعار لمحور الشر وجماعة أبستين (امريكا و بريطانيا وفرنسا وتركيا والسعودية وقطر والامارات و دول الناتو والنازية الجديدة والماسونية والصهيونية و أسرائيل) وحلفاءه
I love the idea of romanticizing your life. It's about moving through your days with intention - buying yourself the bouquet of flowers, treating yourself to something special, savoring your tea in a delicate cup and saucer, or getting dressed up for the day even if you're only running a few errands. These small rituals have a way of turning the ordinary into something meaningful. I think there's real value in surrounding yourself with beauty and creating moments that remind you life is meant to be enjoyed, not just rushed through.
I love the timing of this article!
For the past week I've had a headache, partially from heat and wildfire smoke, and I've been anxious about the possibility of losing my home and community to fire.
But this afternoon a friend told me about a new locally made plant based fudgesicle, and I went out and bought one as soon as I could. I spent a moment in the shade enjoying a beautiful summer day, eating my fudgesicle, enjoying every nibble. Then I rode my bike home when it was half eaten, eating the rest while coasting down the road.
There's still every possibility of a forest fire, but for a brief moment I enjoyed the feeling of a beautiful summer day anyways.
I will hang onto that feeling. It was like a kind of making peace.
It's a mindset. I'm currently working on mine. 🙂
Thank you!💐
ditto
If there's no beauty and joy to be had in this world, why are we struggling for peace, justice and the wellbeing of our fellow humans, animals and ecology?
Make peace, be kind, be gentle.
I see beauty every day when I see squirrels, hear birds singing, even when I see bugs crawling across the sidewalk. I refuse to see any beauty in war, in Zionism, in racism, in misogyny. If I start seeing beauty in those things, that will be the day I am fucked.
Squirrels are cool. Except when they steal tomatoes from my garden, take them up on a fence rail, and only eat one bite. Then they are Satan’s spawn.
Be thankful it's a squirrel and not wild piggies that tear up the entire garden. Learn to share. One squirrel bite isn't much.
that's a bit harsh. Haven't you ever had something you thought you wanted, but only took one bite?
the deepest beauty is in an act of kindness.
Yes, the beauty of being in the moment is precious.
"If the eye is failing to see the beauty in a given moment, the fault lies with the perceiver, not with the perceived."
👍🏻👍🏻 So true!
Thank you for pointing out the wondrousness of the realm we are in Caitlin and bringing it to the forefront. I have a hard time seeing bombs as beautiful though and pollution. But being joyful for the good things that are around us at the same time adds "joy to the world" and I feel it goes into some kind of treasury in the aether or something of that kind. It adds to the synergistic energies in the world, thus countering the dystopian ones and lifting our overall vibrancy and vibration.
I do think though that anyone who lives luxuriously is being rather oblivious. Money could be spent lifting others rather than another car or another renovation on a perfectly good bathroom say. Imagine if we helped each other! That would make the world really beautiful because our lack of togetherness and collaboration makes this world less beautiful and more miserable and that is within our own ability to change.
I'm thinking that this is the foundation of valuing freedom over security.
أحسنت النشر والقول – سلام غزة و القدس عليكم - العزة والنصر حليف محورالمقاومة وحلفاءها والذلة والعار لمحور الشر وجماعة أبستين (امريكا و بريطانيا وفرنسا وتركيا والسعودية وقطر والامارات و دول الناتو والنازية الجديدة والماسونية والصهيونية و أسرائيل) وحلفاءه
Seems like you wrote it for me. I am not deleting it; I will keep it to read a few more times.
Amen
well expressed … thank you. I’ve been exploring this very thing myself lately. Joy needs practice as does grief.
I love the idea of romanticizing your life. It's about moving through your days with intention - buying yourself the bouquet of flowers, treating yourself to something special, savoring your tea in a delicate cup and saucer, or getting dressed up for the day even if you're only running a few errands. These small rituals have a way of turning the ordinary into something meaningful. I think there's real value in surrounding yourself with beauty and creating moments that remind you life is meant to be enjoyed, not just rushed through.
And I thought being miserable and showing it to those making me miserable was an act of giving and unselfishiness by making them happy.
Joy and serenity should not be confused with happiness.