G'Day,
The Sunday Scribblings prompt for the first time in 2010 is "New Leaf".
I do not make new years resolutions, they are silly bloody things that are too quickly broken which leads to disappointment in oneself. So I do not make them.
Maybe they would be better termed as turning over a new leaf. New leaves last a season not a full year, or longer, as is expected of a resolution.
What would I therefore like to improve about myself and turn over a new leaf with?
I could be tougher or softer, depending on the occasion.
I might be less impatient and less easy to become annoyed or angry.
I should stand up for myself, or should that be, stand up for others less able than myself.
I will try to be less of a scaredy cat and step out of my self imposed shell.
I should not feel guilty for needing to rest and relax.
I should make the time to follow up on my interests.
I will make more time to think before I speak or act, when circumstance allows.

Taking this from another angle. More my style.

Seasons come and pass, deciduous and evergreen.
Watch the new leaves unfurl.
Carry out their purpose,
renew, nourish and shelter life,
filter our air, and die
returning to the earth again
to nourish the tree from which they came.
Analogous of all life.

I was sort of hoping that the prompt this week might be "I am" because I had these words in my head. So I will add them anyway. Off the track for this weeks prompt but here they are.
I am...
that which you choose to see,
that which I choose to share,
You are...
that which I see and which you share
But we are both more,
so much more.

These thoughts came from visiting my old friend Barb. I spent a lovely afternoon with her and her family on the Molongolo river. They were skiing and I got to have a ride on their boat, relaxed under the big shade trees and got in the water. We had a lovely talk and later I was thinking how much I missed having girlie talk since I came here to Canberra.
We sat and played with some clay and made little birds nests which I put up in a tree and left there, thinking that some curious little kid exploring the area would find them and pull them down and play with them, recycle them into their game. Or maybe the rain that was expected might disolve the clay returning it to the earth. Strange aren't I . Anyway Barb encouraged me to explore more of my artists side, an area she is happily involved in. I would love to be able to do that but I have to earn money so can't follow that path. Barb and I were friends through pottery and we do think somewhat alike but I never followed up because I was busy working, maybe I was trying to do the wrong thing, the wrong people, the wrong? Each of us has different depths, different paths to our personality and skills, how do you know which path to pursue? Follow one path through necessity or through choice and you miss another. Now I am fifty years old , what, through my choices have I missed?
Well....I know this is another of the things I have bought up here in my blog before today but...You can't turn back the clock, you can only move forwards.
Happy New Year.
Love Linda.