An outdoor rabbit, who, sitting amongst delicatebaby chard, chose to eat cornflower leaves instead.
Listening to: I'm sure a lot of you have seen this, but it never gets old.
Today's Bliss Formula: For breakfast, instead of my usual, I had a slice of homemade gluten-free cornbread, thanks to this chick, with homemade just-made strawberry jam. Oh my. Tonight we will ride our bikes (through all the sitting, impatient cars who are the cause of their own impatience)...we will ride our bikes down to the cliff overlooking the bay to watch fireworks over water.
Though a picture of a rabbit is always a good thing no matter the content of the post to follow, this day it is especially appropriate.
If you think that rabbit energy or "medicine" has entered your life in the form of a totem, you are lucky. Rabbit energy is all about playfulness. Spontaneity. Joy. The unadulterated kind.
We were lucky enough to have a rabbit enter our lives 4 years ago, and she is sitting in the room right next to this one, listening to French jazz as I write this.
No matter what is going on in your life, being around a rabbit is a sure cure. There is no being sad when there's a rabbit in the room. There is no refusing to play.
And as we grow older, aren't we regularly refusing to play? We take ourselves more and more seriously, until suddenly we realize that our whole worlds are planned, that we can't remember the last time we skipped, the last time we made fools of ourselves and just laughed it off.
Beyond everything being planned, everything has to serve some sort of purpose. We don't do anything just for the fun of it. We ride our bikes but to get somewhere or to exercise. We take walks but they are of the "power" kind and we miss the funny little squirrel. We go to yoga class but we are consternated by the pose that keeps eluding us.
We dream of painting but it would take time and we would have to buy supplies and it's not like we'll get our art in a gallery. We dream of learning a new language but will we ever get to Italy, so what is the point? We dream of dance classes but we worry what we'll look like in our tights.
So many dreams pushed aside. And for what? More work that we hate. Because that brings in money to buy things. More errands. Because that money needs to be spent. More obligations. Because people won't like us if we say no.
Whatever happened to the idea of doing something just because? Just because you feel like it. Just because it sounds like fun. Just because. Period.
I think of when people didn't have TV's, how they would make their own fun. I love, for example, watching BBC television and movies (okay, this is a little ironic!) that take place pre-World War Two or even right after, and there is inevitably a scene where a group of people are having their tea in the garden (fun right there!) and they are just reading a play aloud for the hell of it.
They aren't practicing. They aren't trying to be professionals. They don't dream of being famous. They are just reading a play aloud because that is how a play is meant to be read.
What would you do if your inhibitions weren't such a pain in your butt?
What would you try if you weren't afraid?
Try this:
Get a tablet and a pen and go sit somewhere comfortable. Perhaps outside near a tree or perhaps at a coffee shop or perhaps on the beach.
Take a moment to just sit and breathe. Close your eyes. Smile.
Now write this sentence over and over until you no longer feel you are in control of your pen. Write it until you get past your editor and critic and overall nasty naysayer.
"If I weren't so afraid, I would..."
Cover a page or two.
Write until you feel a flutter in your chest that tells you that you are getting to something important and then keep writing.
I'd love to know what you learn.
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