There are times when our energy is low, others times, it’s soaring. There seems to be a lack of it (energy) going round in the blogosphere lately. At least, that’s what I’ve been reading in the circles I blog around in and you’ve been hearing it from me for a while too. Sorry about that.
As always what goes down must come back up. It always does, sometimes it takes longer than others. Sometimes it’s because of external things, situations, life changes. That’s normal through tough times, if you didn’t feel low on energy, well that’d be strange.
Other times it’s the company you keep. Have you ever noticed how you can be around someone and you feel energized, happy, hopeful? Then you can be around someone and feel the complete opposite — drained, sad, angry. As one gets older and wiser, one learns to become very attuned to that and honor it. You learn that you must guard your precious energy because when it’s depleted, all kinds of malaise ensues — mentally, emotionally and physically. It’s all connected, yo. (I’ve been watching Breaking Bad episodes lately — hence the “yo.”)
You get away from those people or places that rob your life energy. That’s all we are, really — energy. Souls of energy. And as far as I’m concerned, I might as well be around those that feed the good stuff. Life’s way too short to be around the other kind.
Sometimes you have to leave home to get some — good energy.
Waiting for a Train….
Who Knew the Good Stuff Would be in Queens?
Yesterday, I had a good energy day. My writerly friend and I met in Queens. We met at Cafe Marlene in Sunnyside for the Queens Writes Weekend. This tiny little cafe had a wonderful ambiance, a sliver of a building with tiny, round decoupaged tables inside and an elaborate bar with a lots of good, friendly energy running the place.
A nice guy with green shorts and hair to match and a dark-haired lady with a lovely accent served us cappuccino (me) and chamomile tea (Carly). By the way, Carly just started a blog. Go visit her — she’s funny, cool and just a great person (and writer).
We go downstairs for the writing thing and it was in this dark room that looked as if Bob Dylan or some poet would be there singing or reciting poetry. More tiny round tables, vinyl, leopard print chairs and square ottomans scattered here and there. The crowd was wonderful, friendly open. Very good energy. We were given prompts and had some silent time to write. That’s what we did. Some got up and read their writing. I didn’t but the whole time I was wishing I had.
Maybe next time.
Pass It Around
The whole point of my post today complete with pictures is to entertain you on this beautiful Monday morning and send you some good energy. When you get your energy back, you realize just how precious it is and how much you missed it.
How good it feels, well to just feel kind of good again. I did yesterday and as I rode the train home, I was thinking about the past year — the trying times, the days I had no energy and the days that I didn’t think I ever would again.
Then you get around some good, groovy inspiring energy with a friend and a sunny day in a new place and that friend says to you before you leave her, “It’s good to see you smile again.”
Happy Monday everyone and I hope your week is starting out with some good, constructive energy. Here’s to feeling good and enjoy some fine tunage.