I found my pictures...on my phone...

I couldn't figure out where my Garden of the Gods
photos were.  Then I remembered that I didn't
take my camera because I wanted to walk
and sometimes it gets heavy so I thought I'd use
my phone.  Then of course I forgot I used my phone and
only found these this morning.

I love the adobe style house or building

The colors out west are so - me.  

I read this morning from “The War of Art” (by Stephen Pressfield) something I wish I’d read years ago:

Do you have kids?

Then you know that not one of them popped out as tabula rasa, a blank slate.  Each came into this world with a distinct and unique personality, an identity so set that you can fling stardust and great balls of fire at it and not morph it by one micro-dot.  Each kid was who he was.  Even identical twins, constituted from the exact same genetic material, were radically different from Day One and always would be. 
Personally I’m with Wordsworth:

            Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
            The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
            Hath had elsewhere its setting,
            And cometh from afar:
            Not in entire forgetfulness,
            and not inutter nakedness,
            But trailing clouds of glory do we come,
            Form God who is our home.

In other words, none of us are born as passive generic blobs waiting for the world to stamp its imprint on us.  Instead we show up possessing already a highly refined and individuated soul. 
Another way of thinking of it is this:  We’re not born with unlimited choices. 
We can’t be anything we want to be.
We come into this  world with a specific, personal destiny. 
We have a job to do, a calling to enact, a self to become.  We are who we are from the cradle, and we’re stuck with it. 
Our job in this lifetime is not shpe ourselves into some ideal we imagine we ought to be but to find our who we already are and become it.
If we wer born to paint, it’s our job to become a painter.
Of we were born to raise and nurture children, it’s our job to become a mother, or a teacher, or someone who works with children.

If we were born to overthrow the order of ignorance and injustice of the world, it’s our job to realize it and get down to business. 

This was very interesting to me because of how the world throws  "you can be anything you want to be" at you constantly.  And I could say a lot more about that but I'm tired so...good night.

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