Danny James

Tag: To himself

502

You don’t have to turn this into something. It doesn’t have to upset you.

Marcus Aurelius

420

Duty; to be good, just and useful.

Sacrifice; as in what must you leave behind, in duty.

The love of family.

Are there any other which compels a man to remain? I think not.

Clarity of the senses. Sun, Wind, and Earth.

414: To Himself

No wind was felt or visible. Such quiet has been absent recently and it’s been a while now I figure, since I have stopped long enough to enjoy the changing seasons and fascinate at Nature. Soul, where are you going?

Bondi, 2015

Bondi, 2015

390

For a little over a month now Sydney has been swept by an habitual storm fall every Sunday, preferring its visits late in the afternoon. It’s as though the skies have been pent-up all week and delight, as we all do to finally let go. It is always the same; a short stay, a passing temper, worse in appearance than in conduct with a rather benign, even pleasant refreshing Summer afternoon quality. From the heights of my apartment have I full view of oceans from Bondi to Coogee and beyond and the contrasting sections of sky have been quite an inspiration for pause. One half still azure and awash with subtle sunlight, the other overshadowed by a crawl of dark and bulbous smoke that with each meeting so far has prevailed the initial contact but tires quick and disperses having spent itself. It might have made a fine occasion for reading had I energy to surrender at the opportunity. Still there was much in the sky to rest my attention on; the rain fell harder and straighter than previous expulsions, every drop seemingly in parallel direction and equal haste. Then it was gone and all things settled as though rain had not fallen and no agitation had occurred at all.

From Bondi, over Clovelly

From Bondi, over Clovelly

345: Be phenomenal

Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what’s left and live it properly. What doesn’t transmit light creates its own darkness.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Blunt, for we have become tired and soft. Chained to our mistakes. Rebuke tension and avoid the very exercise that increases our strength. But we do not discover our borders by accepting them. Who has wandered their summit untested? How many live lives incomplete, speculating what it’s like to be phenomenal.