Coneflower. Close up. I'm interested in shapes and patterns, visually and musically. I love the groove. I have learned to make less noise and more music. I like this picture because it's just essential coneflower. Nuance is in the eye of the beholder.How do you know when you've gone too far? How do you know when you've passed the line and hurtled into the inappropriate zone? I think we usually realize we are in the "zone" long after we have arrived. One minute we are feeling no pain and the next we are stumbling and inflicting it accidentally. It is no less painful for its accidental nature. Thoughtlessness is not an excuse.
I would like to feel as ease from time to time. Will I need chemical aid to achieve this? Antidepressants only rub off the rough edges. The sharp pain eases, but the ache continues. We are less angry, at least at first, but the ridiculous nonsense that infuriates us continues, muted, distant.
In the end, there is a rhythm, a groove. It is a river. It is a thump, shuffle, rest, step, bump that repeats and undulates. We all have our role in the groove, our contribution, and we are also responsible for the space we do not fill. By singing notes we creat space between notes.
Yesterday was not my best day. I would like it back. I would like it to have been another day. I will get up tomorrow and try to be more useful, more kind; I will try to listen better and I will try to think of something new.
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For my money, nuance escapes most beholders. *shrugs*
I usually know when I've gone too far; worse is that I sometimes know _before_ I make the erroneous step... And, worst, that foreknowledge too rarely prevents me from going that way again.
I share your dis-ease; though the symptoms may differ, they are often the same. You pose no easy questions; I have only complicated and irrelevant answers.
Empathy and confusion is the solace I have today.
The constant is that you are loved.
The rhythms change...are you listening? *waltzes off*
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