Simple

I saw the news about another of the “70s icons of my youth passing on yesterday. I loved The Rockford Files with James Garner and watched it in reruns when it was still showing up in syndication.  I think the celebrities from my youth whether TV, sports or music still have a special place in memory because they remind me of a time when life seemed simpler, when we both were young and vibrant. After some of the things I done and seen I’m glad to still be vibrating. Of course maybe because I didn’t know shit back then and the stuff that I thought was important really wasn’t all that important and that is what made life seem simpler. Simpler isn’t about easier it’s just about less moving parts to get in the way or lose sight of. Being happy is pretty simple. Just be happy. Not a lot of parts to that and it took some work to see it in those terms. Truth in essence is pretty plain and simple it’s either true or not. The boxes or limitations we try to put on the people, things and conditions around us are what create grey areas. You know what I’m talking about, those grey areas that are created when you over think something and it messes with your harmony. Sometimes that can be a good thing for me because I find that I need to take a minute and look at some thing from another point of view. The other side to that is sometimes I have to make a stance for my Truth, how I live in the center of my being where Life really is simple when I pay attention. Not an easy thing to do some days, on other days it’s as simple as changing a thought. I’ve had a lot of practice with that and I still need to keep practicing because though I may be a bit older now I still don’t know shit but I’m working on it.

 

That Day

Yesterday was one of those days where I work on something to write spending time creating, rewriting and editing then get to the end and think , "this sucks".  What to do? Put it aside for another day then go back and look it over to see if maybe there is something to salvage. Took a look from a different point of view or add something that is missing. No doubt others that feel the need to put pen to paper have experienced this as well. Some days I've found are better spent in further researching or cultivating ideas when the work just doesn't meet my standards. I've always been my harshest critic which is probably why virtually everything I've written over the years has remained in a collection of beat up notebooks and scribbled bits on random pages torn from journals. The old journals I've since burned or shredded with the idea in mind that I've moved past that and on to something new. The things I worked through on paper I carry with me wherever I go. I don't keep my old math tests why would these be any different? Every day is new. Life is about constant renewal. What's new today?