That’s what I thought when I went to take pictures of my boat. Fantasizing about who would come with me on a trip. AND then: After a few shots, I noticed: there is a passenger! Wow! I positioned the boat at different places to get the best shot. The passenger did not move. Probably the insect enjoyed the ride. So, I left the boat there.
They are fascianating! Everything you see was build with hands. Even if they used machines, still they were operated by hands. Hands can do good and also bad. They just follow orders from your brain. People communicate with hands, writing messages.
According to the dictionary it is “confidence in something even without proof.” You believe that the sun will rise again tomorrow, don’t you? Even without evidence - we know the next beautiful sunrise is waiting for us. That same strong belief we need for our plans.
Let go of the past. Let go of "what might have been" Let go of people who don't enrich our life and slow us down. Let go of emotions.
How to let go?
I do it like that: In the night when I do my daily walks, there is a place where is dark and you can see the stars very clear. That is my "Happy Place". Only positivity allowed. There I talk to the person I want to let go. That person is not there. But I talk out loud, as if that person would be there. Then I talk about what I am grateful for, the good and bad experiences. I am happy and grateful for having met that person.
After that: I wish from my heart all the best for that person.
That's it. This is how I let go. There are no more bad feelings. No questions & no answers. I let go.
A chapter closed.
And in the case if I remember that person one day: I say quietly in my mind "Thank You". And that person disappears.
The plan was to shoot photos outside at the laundry line.
Which I did. When I came out there was a fly sitting on my laundry rope. I took the opportunity. Many photos from different angles. A lot! She did not fly away. She kept on looking at me. Totally fascinating! Who was more fascinated? Me? Or the fly seeing the giant with his black thing pointing at her? Crazy! Never met a fly like that! Totally fearless. Or is she dead? I turned the laundry rope. And she began walking! Like a hamster in a wheel!