the door, the fence
You can see it, you can hear it, but you just can’t get to it. The door is there, it opens, but even when it is just a short distance away, there is no access.
Life holds such moments at every turn. We can look at attaining access to the door, there is a way in, but the time, or the moment is just not right
You can walk closer, but the fence is still there, the door is still there, but at the moment in time while you are standing there …you can only look and contemplate. How badly you want access to that door, will determine what actions you will take. Even if you obtain access to the door, what then, the operation of the plane is in someone else’s skill set, not yours.
Such situations when they occur, bring to our attention how well we do with waiting, being patient, and learning to appreciate that this is a lesson that is important. We may not know why it is, not at the moment, we are looking through the fence… but as sure as night follows day, why the delay, or why the opportunity presented itself, will be known.
PL Precept #18 Each moment is a turning point
PL Precept # 5 One’s Self is lost by being Emotional
Being upset by something we have no control over, nor change is a waste of energy. Instead, be grateful you are alive to live the moment, and that in doing so, life is progressing, and from the experience, you will gain inner strength.. focus on the positives… the fence will stay there, but you will find a way, it is only at that one moment, that access is not possible. If there is a fence, there is a gate, if there is a door, someone will eventually come to that door.
Change is the only constant in life.
Oyashkiri
Some times when we are travelling full speed down a Provincial highway, we admire the beauty along the sides of the road. Same is true when we are on secondary roads. My mind will pick up on a detail, that later brings me to another storyline.
Here Velcro is smooching up to his uncle John. Velcro didn’t wait for a second invitation to get on the couch.. Gosh anyone would think he gets to do that at home too… everyone out there, who knows how Velcro rules the roost, stop snickering.
First, let me begin by telling you I do not collect dolls. I have over the years belonged to the CDAA (Canadian Doll Artist Association) a club that no longer exists. We were doll artists from all over the world who had an interest in one of a kind dolls. Certainly not the kind of doll pictured above.
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