Good Morning Sunshine! May all be well!

As you rise up and grab your morning brew, or some other drink hot or cold____. Good Morning, Good Morning to YOU!

I find that morning is a perfect time to grab that cup of coffee. It’s the perfect time to dive into writing, at least once you pry the eyes open a bit. Maybe put some eye drops in to give some moisture. I can station myself at my desk and not worry over time, the mail man will come and it should be noon-ish.

The cat must be gotten out of the way with his food change or topped off, water and ice cubes. Then I can write.

There is nothing like coffee made from good beans. If I am to have coffee it must taste like coffee and not dishwater. I never figured that one out! Who would drink dishwater? Apparently someone did according to the older folks in my family.

Today is Saturday and Jimmy the milkman has left me half n half, milk, bacon and sausages. I thought a treat for Alexander would be nice! What 15 year old does not like a big breakfast. It will be at noon today. I am writing and he is gaming. The cat is hauling his water dish to the middle of the floor.

I suppose the rainy fall days will be here now. Then snowy day. Time moves to fast. This is why we must make time count, and not let it flutter away. Another thought summed up a long time ago. I remember some of these as being new concepts to my ears, something would be said in the kitchen between Mom and Dad, or my grandmother and either of them. At one point between Grampy Moulton and Uncle George. This is what happens when you grow up in a huge old house, and relatives live with you. There are a lot of adults who are walking story tellers. And as a kid you hear alot, end up with lots of questions.

In our home their was no electricity upstairs, so cords ran up through the small square holes that allowed heat to heat the upper rooms. This also served as entertainment because when you were sent to bed, the adults were downstairs doing things and talking. Arguments at times. Discussions about you as well. In reflection this was not always good. At times it created anxiety because your running off what you know as a kid. Your formulating those ideas according to what you hear. I believe it was this situation that made me curious about people. I also remember being mad at one parent or grandparent. A discussion would be happening, lets say between Mom and Dad. Mom would leave enter Grammy Stone. The Dad and Grammy would have a discussion about Mom. That made me mad because of what was said, in my mind it was unfair and mean. My concern later was just how much of an influence had such unintended for my ears conversations impacted me? I did not have concern when I was listening. I was forming opinions though.

The thing is we file away what we experience, to be used later on. I call this the “truest reality”. It happens as we move through our ages and stages, from day one forward. We absorb information. Not always discerning it but still absorbing it. You know the things we agree on, that we feel are so___ Ka-ching! I can’t imagine the sound of a filing cabinet too early. But ka-ching! works.

The point is we rely on what we believe to be true. The mind which has taken it all in tells the body and so we respond to the similar things or the experience we had. Breaking a leg is not forgotten, a really lousy hateful argument is not forgotten. How you felt is in there as much as what was said. And when we retell something its there easily.

Yes, we can “change how we feel” Then if we truly have, then its remembering the event and that there is new information that changed how we felt. People are complex. Life is complex. We forget how we work and that others people’s minds and body’s work much like our own. We forget to make allowances (within reason). Making an allowance is letting someone learn from their experience, as we had done. No one is on the same lily pad at the same time or it would sink, has sunk___and people swim away from the subject to find other lily pads after all.

These are the kinds of things that we don’t have time for because our lives are busy. We are caught up in days where we go to work to earn money, then need to find time to raise kids, be the couple, have friends and family time, run errands___How? And When? How do you make more time in the day? A shorter work week with the same pay? Live life differently___how? Quality of life is quality of thinking and experiencing. Is it not? It is not until we have hit a limit that we change what we do. And we are stuck often because making a change is a bumpy ride, one that feels undo-able.

By Pejj Nunes

I live in Southern Maine. I am the owner of Anisette Studios. My website is Here you can view and purchase Shibui, sign up for my newsletters, blog, and read articles about Shibui Found Image Art. Patrons get great deals several times a year and special items at times. My site makes it easy to contact me. My primary art form is Shibui Found Image Art. Shibui begins with action art and stems from the imagination. It is like seeing something in the clouds or solving a puzzle. Its creative process has its own rules and requires what I call reverse engineering due to a lack of an understructure and purely out of the imagination. In addition to those who patron me, my target groups are those who use art therapy. I will soon be teaching live. Contact me if you would like to learn live. I use Zoom. I request that although my art, other images, and what I write is now published by me here on WordPress; I do ask you do not to use my artwork, poetry, or the information about Shibui Found Image Art without my permission. I am quite available to make such requests. I wish to share the following: The existentialist philosopher Simone de Beauvoir wrote a book called The Ethics of Ambiguity. In it, she lays out a guiding ethic in response to the philosophy of existentialism. It might be somewhat familiar to you already. She writes, “To will oneself free is also to will others free. This will is not an abstract formula. It points out to each person concrete action to be achieved.” Best wishes to all! Have good times and keep safe! Pejj

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