Last post was about finding the right word. That word is integrity. In art or life, it means an adherence to a principle; of being complete. My life for the past year has been lived in gasps. Returning to breathing means living to do things, to be, to become, to live, etc. . . . all those silly things which stop seeming silly once you realize they have slowly – or rapidly – vanished. I don’t want to take my life for granted, nor feel as if there are only three days a week in which to live – if existing can be called living – as the other four were all blacked out to simply go to work.
And so, integrity is beginning to return to my life. I’ve been doing, which for me is how I choose to live. I’m not quite like Descartes: I think, therefore I am. Me: I do, therefore I am.
Ok, so what’s been happening? This has been happening:
- coloring
- writing
- hiking
- exercising
- creating new dishes in the kitchen
- following recipes
- calling up friends
- visiting friends
- photography – film and digital
- post-processing images
- reading
- knitting
- sewing
- finishing things!
This morning, a hike, up and down steep hills, pausing to enjoy the lushness of a California spring – green hills, flowers, blue skies, butterflies, birds.
The pleasure of simply being alive is simply wonderful! In between, I have been going to work. 😉
Ink, Yarn & Beer 