Discussion»Questions»Emotions» Does your heart's tender playfulness and carefree abandonment of good sense, make it all the more beautiful, or just an unpredictable mess?
I look into the eyes of a smiling baby and it all makes sense without any word spoken.
Joseph's face was black as night The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes His path was marked By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere And he walked his days Under African skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein After the dream of falling and calling your name out These are the roots of rhythm And the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory Mission music Was ringing 'round my nursery door I said take this child, Lord From Tucson Arizona Give her the wings to fly through harmony And she won't bother you no more
This is the story of how we begin to remember This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein After the dream of falling and calling your name out These are the roots of rhythm And the roots of rhythm remain
Joseph's face was as black as the night And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes His path was marked By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere And he walked the length of his days Under African skies
I sometimes allow my heart it's tender playfulness if I meet a child, pup or kitten and the parent or owner gives me permission. Such rare moments fill me with joy.
I can't remember a time when I was carefree enough to abandon good sense. Responsibility was one of the first things drummed into me as a small child - ironic considering both parents were alcoholics - obvious when a child has to be the one to take care of the parents.
Life cannot be anything other than a mess if we don't use good sense to let us know when it's okay to relax and have fun.
That said, I've organised my life so that I have plenty of time for the activities I most enjoy - in my case, reading, research, writing, writer's groups, poetry slams, time walking or riding in wilderness and time with friends.
I sometimes allow my heart it's tender playfulness if I meet a child, pup or kitten and the parent or owner gives me permission. Such rare moments fill me with joy.
I can't remember a time when I was carefree enough to abandon good sense. Responsibility was one of the first things drummed into me as a small child - ironic considering both parents were alcoholics - obvious when a child has to be the one to take care of the parents.
Life cannot be anything other than a mess if we don't use good sense to let us know when it's okay to relax and have fun.
That said, I've organised my life so that I have plenty of time for the activities I most enjoy - in my case, reading, research, writing, writer's groups, poetry slams, time walking or riding in wilderness and time with friends.
Benedict Arnold 