Dwelling on the unimportant, stressing on the unintended, and freaking over the unknown,
simply doesn't work... and is a bit like lighting a match in a dark room to make sure no one accidentally
sprinkled any gunpowder on your bicycle, which is kept under the stairs, near the back porch.
Actually, some of that wasn't really important, but hopefully it distracted from any stigma you
may have attached to freaking over the unknown.
Notes from the Universe
just BE.
robin.
Good shadows
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely sentiment - do we recoil in fear of the unknown? Or do we cautiously see what it is that makes us fearful and finally learn that what is new and untried is really affirmative? Our natural curiosity compels us to explore and learn with abandon...
ReplyDeleteLovely shadow shot and wise words for the day, Robin, as always! Have a beautiful weekend!
ReplyDeleteI just finished picking cherry tomatoes. I love the soft light in this shot.
ReplyDeleteNot only the photo, I also like the message you posted here. thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteI want to see beyond the shadows... :)
ReplyDeleteShadowed Windows
Fear of the unknown can be so overwhelming and destructive, often inventing monstrous threats that may never be realised. Better to walk with the moment and deal with the moment than invent overgrown shadows in the future. And your cherry tomatoes are a delight.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful photo, as always, and wry wisdom to go with. Nice post!
ReplyDeleteFear is not a nice friend. But sometimes it saves our lives...
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Robin!
Robin girl hello there!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sophie .. an almost "message" from you here with a beautiful shadow shot to enhance it.
Hope you are well and things are ok ?
Joy : )
A noteworthy note, indeed! Much like, 'don't worry about the small stuff-and it's all small stuff" kind of a thing. My favorite mantra is, 'babies won't die if...(fill in the blank)'. In nearly every case, babies won't die.
ReplyDeleteLate in making the rounds this weekend-was at Picurus Pueblo yesterday for their Feast day and heart-stopping pole climbing and dances. I wish I could’ve taken pictures, but none were allowed of course.