Oblivious To Bliss

A rainy day.  A Dreary drizzly shades of grey, type of day. The world is quiet while it weeps, a silent symphony of  thoughts and memories long since lost – echos of a different time.  Inspiration can be found in the shadows,  joy inspite  of the sadness.

Walking outside, before i reach my car, I slip on the ice that is slowly melting in todays rain. Its surprisingly warm today, and makes me smile when I see all of the snow still left from winters blast a few weeks ago.  Why is it so funny when someone falls?  I can’t help myself from looking around quickly to see who might be watching. Then I start laughing. I must have looked like some funky break-dancer, being gripped by the spirit.  If I had gotten dirty, I probably would have muttered a few choice words, but thankfully,I was able to avoid that.   ;)   I could have gotten quite mad, and I won’t say that hasn’t happened before, but, I guess I was able to see the humor this time, rather than the inconvenience. 

Today I’m going to try ro stay in this nice even mood, trying to find the humor in things, instead of just getting annoyed. Its quite a daunting task, depending on how your day is going. Some days, it can seem like I’ve turned into a “shit magnet”, and everything that happens will be just a little bit twisted to the wrong way to be “a good thing”.  Its like your balance of good bad, happy sad is askew, and for that entire day, you need to be careful, and keep more aware of your surrounding than you might on any other day.

So, is that like a sign, or a form of karma? Is someone telling you to “pay more attention!”, and the only way to get your attention is to nail you with a “shit storm”.  Who wants that?!  Not I, for sure!  I think I’ll try to pay attention to the little things, and maybe this way, I won’t ”mosey on by” something that I would / could have easily missed.

Ignorance is Bliss?  Nah… only if you seek the mundane.  I think its more like “Oblivious To Bliss”.   Open those eyes and ears.  Reawake those senses that have been sleeping for far too long.

Open your Eyes. Again.

“Good Morning, Baby Sun!” is what my daughter shouts everytime she sees the sun.  It cracks me up, and always makes me happy to hear the joy in her cute 2 year old voice. There’s such happiness, and innocence there – such joy and wonder, still. So many people forget, as they get older to stop and enjoy – anything and everything around you. They are all gifts just waiting to be noticed and appreciated again. (weeellll, maybe not the that car that cut you off, but, that’s not what I’m talking about anyway)  One thought W/ the gods and goddesses of the old times was that as people stopped thinking and praying to them as often, they slowly disappeared (a pretty, romanticised thought- I kind of like it) Imagine if the world around us slowly started to disappear, because we all just kept rushing by, and forgetting to notice. Getting to work, getting the milk, the newspaper, etc.. All the while there’s this bright, beautiful, if not sometimes harsh world, right here, just waiting to be seen. Again.

Through a childs eyes the world is new, over and over. Always changing, always amazing.