First I would like to thank every one of you that read my posts on FB and in my Blogfish, your support and encouragement is water for my thirsty soul. Even if you sit and only read, never responding or commenting, I still know you are there. I still hear you breathing.
I haven’t been writing much lately. I do apologize but I am not sorry, for I have been plenty busy with many projects. Plenty busy living life. Plenty busy loving life. Plenty busy. My joy is in the job. I have no particular destination. I only wish for more time to get to were I’m not going. If only I could find a way to squeeze more hours out of my paint covered Timex. Time is the one thing I do not have plenty of - no one does. Or do we?
If I enjoy an activity the time spent joyfully engaged seems to race ridiculously by, there aren’t enough hours in the day. The opposite is also true - misery lasts seemingly forever. There is always enough time. I am searching for a way to have these two classmates switch seats without professor perception finding out. If I was able to turn misery into joy - pain and suffering into pleasure and delight. I then would control the perception of moments passing . Since Father time is nothing more than what I perceive him to be, since time does not actually exist. I would control him... I would now have plenty of time...
While working at Disney’s Pleasure Island as a musician I was required to always wear a smile. I learned the skill of turning whatever emotion I was feeling into a great big shiny grin. Happy = Smile, Sad = Smile, Sleepy = Smile, Hungry = Smile.
It’s a fairly easy formula that suited me well working for the Mouse. I must now acquire the ability to turn any time extending situation I am in, no matter how painful - embarrassing - miserable, into one that with I’m joyfully engaged. Learn to love pain. Love misery. These are elements in my life that are also mere perceptions, elements that don’t exist. If I learn to accomplish that then the drawn out moments I endure every day - the ones that seem to last forever - would be moments worth taking the time for.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\