Hare


Midnight walking the dog last night, listening to electroswing/lounge groove. The music lets my creative chorus in my head calm down, the walking gets some underlying nervous energy tempered. With flashlight and empty dog poop bag in hand, saw some movement ahead, may have been neighbourhood cat. But, cat does not lope slowly.

A big brown eye turned with ears straight up, jackrabbit paused on the boulevard, chubby, and showing a greying chest, getting more white hair. I could identify.

Barry (aka Chauncy Cruddington the Baron of Puppington) was oblivious, checking his pee-mail on the trees.

Not trying to bodyshame said hare, but that was a pure white tail. A fashion statement that screamed that the fall season will be brutally short. Already getting rid of autumn colours for protection against the big deep cold.

I already miss summer because I have not taken enough time to just sit on the riverside or beach and ground myself in sunshine.

With ears down, huddled on the boulevard, I thought I heard jackrabbit snore.

We kept walking, getting things done.

The Evils of Convenience


It starts out small.

Taking the easy way.

Doing what is least resistant as opposed to what could be a greater accomplishment.

We put in less energy and become complacent. We would rather spend more money on immediate gratification than making our own. And that includes purchasing food instead of growing our own. We pick a flavour of entertainment, which everyone else is choosing, instead of creating our own stories or music. We find a cheaper way of getting work hours completed instead of having a system that can sustain itself.

It’s convenience. And it will not help you in the long run. It’s the fast food of attitudes.

When convenience saturates everything everyday, from our thoughts and habits to all of our actions; we conveniently stop making room in ourselves for greater things. Because it is the easy way out.

And convenience has momentum. To stop doing what is easy, requires work.

Or does it?

Could it involve work? Or can change include play?

Work implies hard actions, grueling tasks, overbearing weight and strain with the risk of failure. Play allows you to try something, have fun, and be safe – no matter the consequence.

It is just the matter of changing what intent you use to fuel your thoughts and actions. Going into a routine with an attitude of despair, regret, fear will only bring you more of those things. Only if you bring an attitude of freedom and happiness will you see that in your future.

That little jog in thinking? Enjoy it. Get excited, play with the possibilities. Start thinking, start adding delight to your presence and you will be more grateful in the present.

You can change your self and your actions, but most important, your reactions. Start small, have fun, enjoy your mistakes. Success isn’t a destination, it’s a vehicle that you can drive with your work and play. It just all depends on what you choose to put into it.

 

I’m still here,
Pearce