in its moments, life is quite enjoyable. but you have to look for them. try the morning, when the sun, the warm fire in the sky that gives us life and light, comes into focus with all its brightness and power. it arrives with shadows forming and streams of dancing lights around, an array of movement and warmth as wonderful and magical as swimming among a pool of tropical fish reflecting light in water. in a moment it can be gone and if your too busy to notice, to not stop and marvel at this wonder, then you have lost it. like so many things in life, its there but it is not. but its ok, as dawn comes you have another chance as it dips away and leaves us with colors dancing around its walk out the door.

everything comes in and out…the sun, hunger, determination even something you put in a drawer. it can sit under the surface, awaiting you to turn it into something greater then it actually is. into your world, your time, to tune in or out, to acknowledge or to ignore. you awake each day to not only a repetition of yesterday, but also a step into tomorrow. gradual changes will steer you in a complete different direction, but it takes time. like a ship on a great ocean, a gradual change of degree will vastly improve or steer you away from the destination you were on or steering towards. although i tend to believe we have no choice in these changes, the observations along the way are another thing, i understand that we can manage our reactions to them. to marvel or to marginalise it all.

it tends to arise another question about the silver lining. why not always praise the heavens, thank the parents, paint with pastels and see it for its amazement..why do we fall into the dark, the sadness and complaining? the news is filled with the anger. the complaining is what we come to the easiest, perhaps its a gene thing, a defense mechanism. perhaps if we truly saw the sun as this wonderful bright ball of amazement we would simply stand there staring at it and our eyes would melt away and then we would be blind.

theres a crack in everything, thats how the light gets in.

leonard cohen-