That's some beautiful shit you've written there. Very nice.
I have some problems recognizing people; I also have more flattened/less 3D vision than most people, so any difficulties I have may be related to that. Pretty sure that's all brain damage from getting beat in the head as a kid, not that it matters.
I love so much the different colors human skin comes in. I am pale with a hint of yellow-olive underneath, yet when I use makeup, I have to use the whitest, palest tint available, with a pink/peachy blush on top, or I look totally wrong. It is very weird. And oh, how I wish I could walk up to a gorgeous man with beautiful, black-black, coal-colored skin, and say to him, "Your skin is so beautiful, so lovely, I wish mine were that color, you are so lucky" but of course I can't, because he'd think I was either a) completely stoopit or b) having him on or c) both. And in a cultural sense, I would be all of those things, so I don't. *sigh*
I'm starting to learn to draw a little bit, lo, after 51 years on this Earth. I've been thinking I'll need to start paying more attention to light, and here you are, inspiring me all over the place. I dig synchronicity.
Finally, I wanted to share the following, which is from last month on my AmberLotus Publishing calendar. It's Rumi:
In every gathering, in any chance meeting on the street, there is a shine, an elegance rising up.
Today I recognized that that jewel-like beauty is the presence,
our loving confusion,
the glow in which watery clay gets brighter than fire,
the one we call the Friend.
Translation by Coleman Barks
The Light you see is the glow of the indwelling Presence, hm?
So anyway. Enjoying this. Carry on, if you will. ^_^
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Date: 8 Dec 2010 03:43 am (UTC)I have some problems recognizing people; I also have more flattened/less 3D vision than most people, so any difficulties I have may be related to that. Pretty sure that's all brain damage from getting beat in the head as a kid, not that it matters.
I love so much the different colors human skin comes in. I am pale with a hint of yellow-olive underneath, yet when I use makeup, I have to use the whitest, palest tint available, with a pink/peachy blush on top, or I look totally wrong. It is very weird. And oh, how I wish I could walk up to a gorgeous man with beautiful, black-black, coal-colored skin, and say to him, "Your skin is so beautiful, so lovely, I wish mine were that color, you are so lucky" but of course I can't, because he'd think I was either a) completely stoopit or b) having him on or c) both. And in a cultural sense, I would be all of those things, so I don't. *sigh*
I'm starting to learn to draw a little bit, lo, after 51 years on this Earth. I've been thinking I'll need to start paying more attention to light, and here you are, inspiring me all over the place. I dig synchronicity.
Finally, I wanted to share the following, which is from last month on my AmberLotus Publishing calendar. It's Rumi:
In every gathering,
in any chance
meeting
on the street,
there is a shine, an
elegance rising up.
Today I
recognized that
that jewel-like
beauty is the
presence,
our loving
confusion,
the glow in which
watery clay gets
brighter than fire,
the one we call
the Friend.
Translation by Coleman Barks
The Light you see is the glow of the indwelling Presence, hm?
So anyway. Enjoying this. Carry on, if you will. ^_^