Pull of the Tides

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It may be the most natural thing in the world for people to return to those things which are familiar to them. (Pre)Historically, it may have been what kept us alive, returning to the the people, places, things, animals, foods, et cetera which were already know to us instead of taking our chances with the possibility of pain and death from beyond the mysterious abyss.

That said, all great things come from pushing boundaries, breaking rules, rejecting norms and eliminating expectation. We grow as individuals and as communities when we explore those things which seem so strange to us. We leave the things we have grown accustomed to and search the world for more. We dream of more and so it's off to university, then a job and a little flat in the city. But where has that really gotten us?

Then, one day we find ourselves back at the beginning. Standing in the middle of the places we once knew so well, a wash of "what if" knock into us like a tsunami and all that was, is and could be is stirred up together like a glass of chocolate milk. It's a sort of relapse really; to have become a different person in a sense and then suddenly to be back exactly where you were before.

To revisit, reconsider, relapse is our brain giving itself a second chance, an opportunity to either confirm a choice made or to deem it amiss and let it drift into our past like slouch socks and tight rolled jeans. We're taking control of the things in our lives that had come loose from our grasp and regaining control over ourselves. To know that weather or not our ship sails onward or sinks to the bottom of the sea, it will do so with us as the helm...that is what pushes us out of our chrysalis and into the unknown, and I think we're all better for it.

Leaving a trail

I can tell where the handyman has been because he leave a trail of coins in his wake. Pennies, nickles, dimes and quarters are strewn all over the Inn. I just wish the holes in his pockets could drop some foldable money.

Where's Waldo?

For those who aren't familiar, this is my living room. Somewhere in this scene is my dog, who is actually called Yoshi and not Waldo.

Not sure if you can see it, but I am watching MSNBC...as usual. That's my 'studio' in the corner, housed in that antique secretary. Big props to my friend J for the comfiest chair in the universe! Thanks also to Emily for the painting which I've had for a very long time and to Thashah for the other art which I've had for only 2 years. And thanks to Suzi & Dave for the Game Cube - yay Mario Kart!

Donnie, do you see the memento from our art museum outing? ;)

Palin says

I got a dress. A cocktail one!

and

Sure, I wore the clothes, but I didn't inhale.