You reintroduced this term to me, used it often and found great assurance in your understanding of it. I developed further recognization of it, found disdain for the idea of it and began to further practise decisions on it. I claimed myself to be a rather high individual carrying the deep lows in life in general.
Somehow out of despair, rises the sweet heaviness of beautiful relief. Is the ebb and flow what we feel – our reactions to occurrences outside our control? Or the reality of nature and our perceivement of it?
Your ebb has proven to be the tired, disengaged replica of a toothy snail. Your flow, the drunk in your drink. You release such ebb and flow in this manner. If one feels the flow and ebb, but the other does not, does it cancel it’s existence? Does the stillness in the ebb, furnish the room of flow? So much so, the greater the pullback of the ebb, the stronger sense of flow ?
Is it more difficult to be with someone who ebb/flows at stronger tide or who doesn’t? If both ebb/flows are similar, does it produce larger volumes of efficiency? Does life make more sense together or does ones ebb reflect the others flow and such accordingly so, that an elegant balance is discovered? Only to fall out of sync here and there thus, the supply of flow is full and becomes in demand? Will my ebb and flow tell me about who I am? What will the origin reasons mean?
The ebb an flow of lava, surely is not the same as musty plastic pellets or clear, untouched chocolate milk? How much damage does ebb/flow do? How beneficial, how much can we utilize the characteristics of it? Do some people feel they need it more than others? Are they higher risk of uncommmitance, with greater frustrations? Does it take more to satisfy them?
To label life as ebb and flow hardly seems necessary- yet we bring it naturally into our discrepancies to perhaps exhale some of the repercussions. Ebb and flow is each our own natural state of the now. But is it? How far does natural go, when you preempt the ebb/flow just to feel the lack of numbness?
Is this just manipulating the ebb and floofery? I flow so hard, I ebb.
Sometimes your ebb creates the perfect opportunity for my flow. And when I present with that, my flow dissolves your ebb. And I can’t decide if the term ebb and flow is just a way to describe sometimes our weak ability to accept our excuses.
I used to think and now I just don’t. I used to come up with a lot of cool ideas, bring dead flies back to life with my imagination and talk to fish in my sleep. Now I just don’t. I used to think stars were the eggs of the future and they would hatch when they would fall from their incubator space and make humans when they landed on baseball fields.
The one thing I could think of to think of now, is the difference in the last post and this one. The title is the same. But the content is different. How easy not to think what we are thinking about what we are reading.
How easy to form an idea on the title of a post. And be completely wrong. Only because we thought it.
I used to think, but sometimes it’s easier if I don’t.
I used to think you just pretended not to know, but now I know you really don’t know. I thought you acted dumb so you could get more out of people. But now I know. You have a brain of a really really smart dinosaur.
I wonder if when adults walk into the water just past their hips and stand there, if they are peeing.
And when you mix drinks all night, and go to brush your teeth with the desire to mix both toothpastes you have, on your brush.
How many of us parents on a regular basis rethink a specific moment in the day, of how we reacted poorly or that we could have listened harder? And wonder how your child is going to turn out and how much of an influence we are to them and that feeling of not ever being greater then we are.
In the future , will there be interactive movie theatres with control pads for every seat? And the majority of what the audience chooses, is what happens in the movie.
And if it’s a shitty movie, the only ones we can blame are ourselves.
Do we say thank you for the new acts of love that show up in our lives but not for the everyday ones?
Do we appreciate ourselves for the way that we love?
How often do I buy a bag of trail mix and add a whole other bag of smarties to it so I can trick myself to think I’m eating a decently healthy snack?!
It’s weird how my dry shampoo- before I brush it in, gives me a glimpse of what I would look like with grey hair.
I hope we don’t sacrifice too much of ourselves just to make a relationship work. Can we be happy doing that in the long run? And the sacrifices we do make, how do we know when there’s too many?
Well I would if I bloomed pretty magic,
How many trees does it take to make a forest?
Why do we draw sunglasses on the sun?
Don’t disrespect your unconscious mind because it’s already been decided.
Also,we know the sense is already there, we don’t have to make it. We just have to pick it up and use it. It’s pretty common that way.
And also times two; being airborne doesn’t mean you were born on a plane.
I’m in foreign territory even though I am not considered a foreigner. It is more easy to be in the wrong when you’re the only one white.
Lately I’ve been having zooms of past enter. They come without control, without desire.
I have tried to figure out why.
Not currently as happy as I want to be
A lull in my life right now
I’m wanting what I had
I wish I had of been better
Looking back on things longingly is kind of dangerous. There’s nothing I can do to get back there and it distorts my future. The future will always come even if I am not ready for it but I can lose out on a lot of opportunities if I’m not. Maybe some part of me is back to being half a leg in with my history. Maybe I’m straddling the past and the future because I am restless and wanting to make a big change and once I do it, my perception on what I’ve lived, will change. And maybe I will lose what I’ve learned. Maybe I want to remember the pain and the choices I could have made to have made it better. So that I don’t make the same choices now. Maybe I’m just beating myself up.
I don’t know how to control these images. They are activated so quickly and without warning. Sometimes I suck in my breath sharp. Not surprised at what I am remembering, but at the force of it’s loudness in my head.
I think I need to get more busy and set up a space where present thoughts can grow. Stability will make thoughts of my past less harmful. And that’s what I need to make.
I took all my senses and I dumped them all out!
Just underneath the radiator at my old friends house.
Oh I’m a loose part of my bolts, at my finest!
I opt for showing my undone and messy marvelous
that’s why I took to the sea last week and
got on my shoulders and pushed back against the sand.
I don’t know what it means to me but if I ever go chasing
the answers to all the stuff I do not know, I will never be living
the life I want to laugh at, not even to be proud at
but just to make a joke out of all this serious swarm we have amassed.
I bend in light at this strict order and I tell you, my shadow and I
we dumped our senses all out!