Just a different twist on the saying how at times “the grass is always greener on the side of the fence”. How the view in someone else’s yard can appear much more appealing than our own.
Unbeknownst to us, they could have the same perspective about our yard. If we are not “content with the present things” (Hebrews 13:5) based on looking in our own yard and not someone else’s. If we makes changes whether radical or small…are we doing it for the right reasons?
If not, we might jump the proverbial fence and realize their greener grass is actually AstroTurf….artificial.
Now you’re on the other side, you can view your own yard with from a different perspective. Actually realize the beauty due to years of landscaping you’ve cultivated your own lawn!
Even if we move to new surroundings, our lessons learned usually follows us, if we let them.
A wool gathering moment than turn into a musing moment in the mid of nite or morn, depending on how you view it.
#mirror#wod Image credit of actor Tony Curran from the video of Vincent Van Gogh visits the Gallery found on YouTube.
LOOKING GLASS When I look in the mirror, I discern Van Gogh’s reflection peering back at me. Nothing creepy or a supernatural perception. Its a remembrance of his intense love affair of canvass painting as I have with verbal creating. I recall a Doctor Who episode bringing the artist Vincent into modern day in an instant. Being astonished, his works of art framed on display that went underrated in his day. Now hung valuable in a museum, a momentous feeling of creative freedom! That’s one of my fave imaginative moments infused with gem lessons. For instance, we’re more than the reflection of naysayers or the depth of our depressions. So when I look in the mirror, I see Vincent Van Gogh, it’s not actually him to any degree.
For ones of interest….I’m Quite Slowly plodding with poetry though the beginning of 2022. For those in a familiar struggle…keeping pushing forward one prose at a time even if it’s just an one liner or such!
MY APOLS I’m Quite Sorry to say the least, I’ve a symbolic pencil between fingers to easily erase emotions I can’t seem to convey with connective feelings.
I’m Quite Sorry to say the least, I’ve one figurative eye scrolling though profound pics and posts while the other pupil not purposely inattentive.
I’m Quite Sorry to say the least, if I haven’t been as incentive while striving to traipsing into another Miraquill year.
Sadness sits heavily upon ones understanding shoulders teasing their natural compassion. “What has it done for you all these years”? it repeatedly asks to their dismay! Still today they haven’t a rely that seems to satisfy them both of yet.
When I look in the mirror I see An ocean, unfathomable.. She crashes, and crashes And rises yet She loves again And hugs the shore Despite the despair Despite the loss.... She carries the woes of a lifetime And the joys of a thousand more
When I look in the mirror I see A spring , in full bloom.. She smiles and laughs Even after the winter Left her frozen And autumn Left her bare..
When I look in the mirror I see A fire, unquenchable.. She burns to ashes But still Warms the hearth No matter How much it snows outside
When I look in the mirror I see myself Bruised and bleeding But still standing And living my life