There are always moments that are better than others. Sometimes I can sit down at my computer and think of so many words that explain my thoughts perfectly. I can sit for hours at a time with my hands a blur on the keyboard. Then there are days when I know I have something to write about, but when I sit down at my computer it feels like someone stole my mind. To capture the rare thoughts that appear at odd times I will jot whatever I can to make sense of them in my journal or iPod. But then when the time comes where I want to write another blog post all I have are short sentences that wraps up a bigger story. I'm left with brief summaries or previews of my complete experiences with my thoughts.
Although the little excerpts don't paint such a direct picture, it is broad enough that everyone can make their own conclusions and their own answers for all the things I write. It makes it possible to not only apply the memories to one point in time, but apply them to every moment in new ways and bring about new perspectives.
It seems, for me, that it's always too easy to get caught up in long stories and captured by pretty pictures that I miss taking anything from them. I don't get a chance to see what some elaborate, complex thing does to me because i am so preoccupied with looking or listening.
Being in Freiburg with my sister Katelyn has cut down all the trees that had been growing in my head and blocking the sunlight from all the new growth. There was so much I couldn't see from all the big stories I've been making up. When I emerse myself in everything that is happening right now I am content. Instead of thinking about rhythms between now, and then, I think of them from now, to now......to now.......to now and I always bring myself back from my distracting thoughts to look at everything being offered in the moment.
Growing up with siblings is like raising kids, but we just don't notice it. My siblings have shaped who I am and influence me just as much, if not more than my parents. They are huge mirrors for every flaw and every treasure of myself. I can look into their eyes and feel as safe as a baby in my mother's arms. There is a certain friendship I can have with other people that I consider my siblings, but there is something special about not having to create a sibling like relationship, and instead growing up with no choice. Now I choose to have an open, loving, expressive, supportive, fearless relationships with my siblings. They confirm who I am and let me see who I am becoming. Their mistakes are my knowledge and my mistakes are theirs.
Although the little excerpts don't paint such a direct picture, it is broad enough that everyone can make their own conclusions and their own answers for all the things I write. It makes it possible to not only apply the memories to one point in time, but apply them to every moment in new ways and bring about new perspectives.
It seems, for me, that it's always too easy to get caught up in long stories and captured by pretty pictures that I miss taking anything from them. I don't get a chance to see what some elaborate, complex thing does to me because i am so preoccupied with looking or listening.
Being in Freiburg with my sister Katelyn has cut down all the trees that had been growing in my head and blocking the sunlight from all the new growth. There was so much I couldn't see from all the big stories I've been making up. When I emerse myself in everything that is happening right now I am content. Instead of thinking about rhythms between now, and then, I think of them from now, to now......to now.......to now and I always bring myself back from my distracting thoughts to look at everything being offered in the moment.
Growing up with siblings is like raising kids, but we just don't notice it. My siblings have shaped who I am and influence me just as much, if not more than my parents. They are huge mirrors for every flaw and every treasure of myself. I can look into their eyes and feel as safe as a baby in my mother's arms. There is a certain friendship I can have with other people that I consider my siblings, but there is something special about not having to create a sibling like relationship, and instead growing up with no choice. Now I choose to have an open, loving, expressive, supportive, fearless relationships with my siblings. They confirm who I am and let me see who I am becoming. Their mistakes are my knowledge and my mistakes are theirs.
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