I was in a bubble bath one night with a candle and noticed something interesting. If I focused on the bubbles, the candle was blurry, and when I focused on the candle, the bubbles were blurry. Now this might not seem like much of a revelation, until I thought about focusing a camera lens, and how you physically do something to change what the lens brings in more sharply. But where is the focus adjustment in our eyes? There is no dial for me to turn or button to press. That’s when I realized: its my mind that is doing the focusing. And just like that, the phrase “your focus determines your reality” took on an experiential meaning for me.
I’m hearby declaring my intention to participate in National Poetry Writing Month, where I will endeavor to writing and post a poem every day of April. At very least, a wee haiku!
In the wee hours of March 9, my husband and I woke to a loud noise and shaking.
“Earthquake?” he mumbled sleepily.
“Too short,” I replied.
I looked out the window to see if someone had broken out our car windows or something. Everything looked fine, but then I heard the sirens. If it had been later in the morning I probably would have stayed up, but instead I fell asleep, then woke to the news on Phinneywood.com that three of our local businesses were obliterated in a gas explosion and dozens of businesses’ windows were blown out.
Today I walked around and took some photos.
I’ve mumbled about how I’ve got two old cats and two old cars and between the four of them I have a heap of time-consuming trouble. Well, the easiest of the four is no more. Max the cat meowed his last meow last night at 10pm, at the age of 15.5 years. He had acute-on-chronic kidney failure according to the vet. You will be missed, Maxi-fluff.