This is a video, based I believe on a Dr. Seuss book, which I remember really enjoying when my kids were very little. It talks about how many different ways you can approach a day, how many different selves you can wear, and implicitly how change is both necessary and a miracle. Whatever you are, relax, you will be something else.
Today was a glorious fall day, crisp and dry such that you can just begin hearing the leaves as they rattle on their branches. I love it.
And it occurred to me that perhaps you could learn to sculpt your awareness and mood to balance what you need to get done, and the weather. You can mould your experience, consciously, as a sort of artwork. Is there any lasting difference between momentary sadness and happiness? Must we mourn the first and celebrate the second? Why must we BE a certain way at all?
I am a foodie. I like to eat and I like to drink. There are so many metaphors that flow from food. Here, let us take as a base a meat dish. How many sauces can you make for it? The list is nearly endless. There are the simple sauces one would expect to see all the time. I like bearnaise as a basic, and am fine with brown gravy too. Yet I read about these sauces that use shrimp skeletons, and coral, and the innards of lobsters. I see the countless ways basic sauces like bechamel can be altered.
You start with what is there, then the creativity starts.