Small things

Last night I spent 15 minutes completely absorbed and amused with watching the geckos that reside on my stoop. While I was watching their antics an old saying rang out in my head, "Small things amuse small minds". The old intended insult made me stop and think. In today's fast paced world is the "insult" still relevant? Today there are so many "big" things that occupy our days, we are in a constant state of dealing with whatever life feels to throw at us. Today, the "small" things in life are the precious little breaks that we need to keep our sanity. After my 15 minute session of watching the geckos @ play I felt better; I was able to easily curl up and sleep where I would usually be lying awake. Of late my life has been consumed with handling the big things; everyday has blurred into the next in an endless flow of just getting things done. My 15 minutes last night  has reminded me that the small things also need some attention. I think I need more balance in my life, I need to let the small things amuse me so that the big things don't drive me crazy. Every morning you wake is a morning that can change your life, sometimes you just have to decide that it will.

Getting back on the blogger-horse

Getting back on the horse

I know I said that my posts may not stick to formal posting times but I have taken much liberation in this statement.

Finally after much deliberation and procrastination I have taken to my blog again (well @ least my 1st post).

Going forward I am going to try...nay...I will...be blogging more and spreading my opinion out into cyberspace :)

So here is a little Monday humor to get things started...

A little under the weather

I have never handled sickness well.
I'm fine with other people being sick...I've always fancied myself to be a kick-ass doctor :) But when I'm the patient it's a totally different kettle of fish. I lack the patience to be a good patient...lying around idly is something I just don't do well.
Since Saturday though I have been forced to be a semi-good little patient...some bug has gotten hold of me and it's not eager to let go.  I felt well enough to venture out of bed this morning but as the day has progressed that feeling of wellness has slowly disappeared :(
I have no desire to give in to this monster bug that has decided to harass me so tonight I intend on drugging myself good and proper. Hopefully when I wake in the morning I will be feel like facing the world again and here's hoping that it remains that way. I'm really not a good little sick person...if this continues I may need to be locked up for everyone's safety :)

To love

The definition given to love: "A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness."

Love is an emotion that all humans strive for...it's part and part a core detail of our DNA. We all want to be loved and to love someone in return. But do we really know what love is? Surfing the web there is ample material to cover love and all it's wondrous parts; numerous definitions of love that make it the most clear yet the most obscured emotion. During this month of love we are continuously faced with the commercial face of love and all the romance and sparkle that go with it. I've always felt that the world is too quick to place a tag on love; to define it to the nth degree. I've always believed that love has no real definition...it has never had a little set box to fill. In all the many forms that love takes it always has a way of creating a new form to it.
To me love is something that changes all the time...with every new day and every new situation it evolves and becomes something new. The core feeling of love remains the same but with each passing day it changes.There are no set rules that it follows...no path that it takes to it's destination. To different people love means different things...and just because it does not fit the mould doesn't mean it's not the real deal. To love someone is to have a unique connection with them...it's something that can never be duplicated. It may be true that the symptoms of love have a recognizable signature but I believe that love itself has no mark.

Love is still one of our worlds little mysterious...it has been around since the dawn of time but it is still shrouded in the unknown.