Travel Theme: Relaxing


once upon a year
it seemed calming
to rip out pages
sort and file away
all manner of beauty
those bits that made us laugh
told us something of ourselves
the places we had been
or wanted to run to
in dreams that seemed
to stretch on forever
like some archivist forsaken
there does not seem much use
for such a Paper burden
relevant to few
for desire has changed
the face
of what we wish to save
and rest comes
only in the moment
that we let go

Take a minute to appreciate the entries of
Where’s my backpack?’s Travel Theme: Relaxing.

200 and counting…

200th postIt is snowing… again.  The house is quiet for the moment and we are mulling over the sequence of this last week’s events that have brought us to yet another interesting crossroads in our present adventure.  It is in our nature to lament the fact that we get into ruts with some of our routines – wishing them otherwise, weighing the possibilities, sometimes taking subtle or glaringly extreme measures to create change, all this is the stuff of daily life and yet we still have the opportunity to complain that just when we get comfortable doing things or having events, people, even furniture arranged and behaving in that certain way where it all runs smoothly like the proverbial well-oiled machine all hell breaks loose. Domestic chaos theory at its finest…. whatcha gonna do?

We like to think that we exercise a modicum of control over those initial conditions that make getting up in the morning, being productive in our work and building harmony in our home and social lives satisfyingly worthwhile but introduce random factors like, say, anyone else who is not playing by the same set of rules and you have what Edward Lorenz built an entire career upon and has had theorists scratching their heads over for the last 50 years. It is not a matter of if but when and sometime, somewhere, someone is going to bugger it all up. How dramatically horrific the reaction to this kind of stimulus is, of course, temperament and age-sensitive. Where once the resultant roller coaster ride on the learning curve of experience used to be gut-wrenching, heart palpitating and nausea inducing with explosive duck and cover repercussions, it has quiesced into more of a slow train where the conductor raises an eyebrow, holds out a hand for the fare and offers the pragmatic approach of how do we solve this and get on with it.

Granted, this is all easier said than done but it does remind us of the oft-chanted mantra “Could be worse”  – after all, we are still Masters of our own Blog Universes and all that entails…

zanetti-kongThanks to Across the Bored’s challengers, followers and visitors
for getting us to 200 and beyond.