Do you believe you have to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince (princess)? There are many ways to go with this thought, but what struck me today when I looked at this photo was that maybe I should acknowledge the frog within! We are all frogs in our own way. When we see our own soul and love ourselves, then we can see other's souls and love them.
I have a friend who recently found out that there is someone who has been taking her internet posts and copying her style and even taking some of my friend's original work and passing it off as their own. I grew up hearing the traditional quote that "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" but this is more than that. It is theft. Imitations and copies are not the real thing. They do reflect the real thing, but like the image of a tree in the waters of a lake they lack the substance of the original. Perhaps we may like the idea or work that someone else has, and perhaps we may want that for ourselves, but at a minimum we should acknowledge the original.
Seldom can a camera capture the glory of a full moon. The photo above is one of my feeble attempts to take a picture of the full moon on a night when it filled me with awe and reverence. The picture is a little bit intriguing, but in no way does it communicate the essence and power of the experience. People sometimes look askance at me when I tell them how I like to go out and take solitary walks in the moonlight. I struggle to put into words, just as I struggle to capture in a picture, the magic of the moment. It may be one of those things that just can not be described or captured for you. It may be one of those things you have to experience for yourself. It just may be.
What do you think of when you see the color purple? Avid readers will no doubt think of the writing by Alice Walker, or the film and theater adaptations based on that writing. Those are wonderful places to go with your thoughts, but what I think of is my mother. Purple was her favorite color. She has been gone several years now, but her presence lives on in my life and the lives of those who knew her. In thinking of her, I am reminded of the pleasure that a good book can bring, of the joy in spending time with those you love, of the awareness of the divine when one immerses oneself in the natural world. The color purple is my mother, and it evokes peace and fulfillment.
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AuthorJosephine Meyer is a writer, dreamer, and friend (the order varies with the moment.) Archives
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