There is something in the eye that loves an angle, especially a well-built right angle (and, unfortunately, something in my knees and elbows that is attracted to them, too). I will not suggest that we abandon angle-making; however, I do simply suggest that we intentionally practice the art of the free-form curve here and there. No planning, no pattern, just flow. Perhaps even allowing yourself to (gasp!) follow the Path of Least Resistance.
Admit it: there is something in a creek which feels so incredibly right. I submit to you that the rightness is due to an utter lack of stress. A creek doesn't plow, persist, or assert itself. A creek meanders, bubbles, and takes its time. If something gets in its way, the creek goes around. A creek adopts the temperature that the sun, air, and earth around it suggest. No worries; no regrets. Why not occasionally allow the creek to suggest the course of your day? Make certain you have days when you wake up, meander outside for the paper, and say hi to the neighbors. When they ask you what you are up to that day, say, "Oh, I don't know. We'll see what the day brings."
|Niagara Falls, Ontario|
Most days I am the brick. Some days, I am the vine. LORD, please help me to be the vine more often.
"There was a man all alone; he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil, yet his eyes were not content with his wealth.“For whom am I toiling,” he asked, “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?”This too is meaningless—a miserable business!" Ecclesiastes 4:8