Dear Ones,
It wasn't until last fall that I was inroduced to the concept of precision, the art of precision, the beauty of precision.
I think that most of my life has been something like walking around in a dark room and hoping I bump into a door or a window once in a while, having light or escape for a small amount of time, and then returning to the dark room to stumble around again.
Accepting precision, or maybe even better, applying precision to one's life (daily junk, not just the big stuff) can be very empowering.
What do I mean? Isn't this just so controlling and limiting?
Maybe. But not how I see it.
There can be precise chaos.
Take fashion for example.
Maybe I'll write one more short sentence.
For effect.
Okay, I'm done.
Fashion (we're talking good fashion here people) is outrageous, bold, crazy, and at the same time, carefully applied, chosen, and selected.
The same goes for good writing.
I think knowing what you want as the result puts restraint on this idea. Ridding yourself of even the concept of the "result" allows you to focus on the procedure of the creation and the present of whatever it is- an outfit, a poem, a drawing, etc.
Forget about the end, and enjoy, literally: 'in' 'joy' be inside of the joy.
QUESTION OF THE DAY:
When I was about 11/12 I used to tell strangers and classmates that I had a twin who went to a different school - her name was Alexandra.
Have you ever fantasized about having a twin, or being a member of a group of multiples?
In celebration of precision, enjoy these pictures.
How sick are these Nina Ricci boots??
My brother's girlfriend made this cake for Valentine's day...it was delicious.
I ate a lot of fruit yesterday and took evidential photographs just in case.
Oh my goodness! I found where I can leave comments now! YAY! So I can actually interACT with you and answer your qu's.
ReplyDeleteI never had a "twin" but I always wished I did... I DID however believe that I had an alter ego and she was a cat; her name was SNOWBALL and she was from China. Yep. She would come and go as she pleased, but she liked to snuggle in bed during the morning and lounge among the pillows. Maybe she hasn't yet gone away.
I have fanaticized about having twins (on those days where I actually think I COULD be a mother sometime in the mysterious future). It's a possibility. My Farmor was a twin; don't scientists say it skips generations in families? idk