This morning (in my timezone) I looked at the clock on the computer, it said 11:11. After a while I got up and walked into the other room where I noticed the clock said 10:10 (it's not set to 'stupid time') I have to set this one by hand so apparently it's off a few minutes. The wall clock in the kitchen is another story all together. This made think: no thing is ever what it seems, there are always multiple versions of it.
It's up to us which version we choose. Every angle we view things from influences our perception. Throw in emotions and it all becomes a brew of unequaled proportions. Each unique
in itself, completely dependend on the observer, yet none the one and only. On top of that, in each moment we have the option to change our point of view, leaving the old version of the situation behind and creating one that feels better.
What do you know?
Krishna speaks:
On a hot lazy summer day, the eve of the longest day of the year, suddenly a big fuss is being made by the birds in support of a young one, whose parents are encouraging it for it's first flight. The little one plopped down near the walkway and got the attention of 'outside kitty' who is quite interested in it. While Schiller and I hid under the car from the birds, out of the house dashed Mozart (defender of the small) and set on to chase the near offender across the street into the next yard over. In the meantime the little one hopped and fluttered past Schiller and me into the protective Rosemary bush, while the parents flew nearby to keep watch. Just to be on the safe side, I ran inside, where it is tolerable cool. Don't care for too much excitement in this heat, I must say.
