I thought the bark on this tree was so beautiful. I took several pictures of it, getting closer and closer. And each time it was more beautiful to me.
I have admired people from afar... then gotten to know them... and the closer I got, well, oftentimes they were way less beautiful up close. And I'm not talking about little idiosyncrasies... I can always celebrate differences. I'm talking about the ugliness that people sometimes hide from the general public.
I'm rambling here... and I'm being unclear. I try so hard to lead an authentic life. I want there to be layers to me, definitely. But I want to be the same around each person I meet. I don't want to be fake, or pretend to be a certain way around certain people.
There will always be things about me that not everyone knows. People at work have no business knowing about certain aspects of my life. But those who are actually close to me... as a general rule, they know the most. But the point is that I ACT the same no matter who I am around.
I admire that in others... I admire that about myself. I am on this path to be more authentic... perhaps opening up boxes that I had closed off even to myself. And each box I discover will be marked to keep or discard. And I will be taking mental snapshots of all the beauty as I go.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Posted by Robynsart at 4:47 AM
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Robyn, I would like to believe that we can find people who are "more beautiful" the closer we get to them (like the bark on the tree). Pulling back the layers can indeed show imperfections (and all of the things that can be included with the word "imperfection") -- but for the friends and family and strangers who are authentic, yes, who try to just be themselves, the imperfections can be quite amazing.
Your posts this week share a lot of good words, and lots to think about -- all of it written from your heart, and taken to heart by this reader, fan, and friend.
To the continued words, and images, and all that is "beautiful."
-- Geoff
Fantastic and surreal photo, and now...
To Thine Own Self Be True
Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for.
There ... my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel but, being in,
Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
- William Shakespeare
Peace and joy be upon you.
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