tonight i relished walking back in the snow. yes it was freezing, yes my ears have only just recovered, yes i still loved it. every flake.
loved it so much in fact that when i finally got home i collected my camera and headed back out for another twenty minutes to photograph the square - just in case it’s slush by tomorrow morning!
these are a couple of my favourite pictures - click for a larger view…
now - one other thing that I would like to bring to your attention is the very good soul biographies website. the source of my previous post and the text below. the latter you can hear on the website just here.
‘the magnificent & showy prison cell’
The law of attraction seems to be having a laugh.
And the joke might just be that it attracts those of us who are searching for what we need by creating stuff.
Who sets out to dream of an extraordinary life and in that dream is stuff, and at the centre of that dream is the beneficiary of that stuff? Us. Or more precisely, You. And me.
When we get to where we think we’re meant to be, to the fulfilment of a dream, we realise that isn’t it. The need still exists. I’ve filmed countless successful people who admit to this.
So perhaps the law of attraction, although an intoxicating and extremely sexy proposition, can lead us in circles. Perhaps it more often than not seduces us into redecorating our own prison cells. A possibly magnificent & showy prison cell full of stuff and experiences of stuff. But a prison cell all the same.
Perhaps freedom exists in a place without you or me at its centre. In a place that doesn’t need stuff, but that doesn’t exclude it.
I’ve noticed that when we dream of life together, the world that already exists around us emerges in a different light.
And in that light, we appear to be sitting bang in the middle of what we’re looking for. Already. Perhaps that is freedom.
But that might be a somewhat non-sensical & terrifying proposition for ambition. And for personal dreams. Perhaps even for the modern day interpretation of the law of attraction.
Maybe that’s the secret.