HOBO IN A CHRYSALIS
my style – hmmmm!!! --- i gaze at all the mixed up and mottled interpretations this prompt calls up in my mind – all the sundry things that betray one’s personal signature on life – interesting, the insights i get applying the word on a personal level – more interesting still since i am in my own private and delicate chrysalis, morphing and working on reinventing myself right this very now ---
how easily i can see some of the changes being wrought, how covertly and surreptitiously others are finding their way into the ME
my approach to life has more often than not been a state of being pretty much shut down and oblivious of the moment as it happens – unlikely to think of looking at the night sky as i go to my car, for example – now in a huge effort to be more mindful and appreciative i found myself mesmerized by the harvest moon two nights ago and truly conscious of the experience – i would be curious to know how much of my life i’ve missed muddling my way through it so haphazardly --- the downside to being more open and vulnerable as i live is the damned ubiquitous hyper vigilance that is always at the highest level – screaming red alert!!! – at even the most innocuous junctures ---
my behavior, my way of being has gone happily along hand in hand with being disconnected – insensitive, unfeeling, unaware of others to a degree --- i’ve always been able to recognize another’s pain, been a dynamite caretaker for them, but part of my numbness kept things from resonating with me --- and the complexity attached to this newly heightened sensitivity that has developed in me is that for about the past year and a half i’m weeping if i see a leaf fall – or so it seems, sometimes ---
my fashion is unpredictable, related to nothing in particular except my mood by times --- i have a flair for fashion and a good eye for color, but i only show this awesome fashion sense outwardly when the spirit moves me --- i can assemble an outfit for an “occasion” and step out looking downright chic, the very essence of panache - like fresh out of the pages of a styling rag – or i may be found in a more laissez-faire mood dressed in the holey and smeared pants i use to paint in and an oversized and worn out sweatshirt – the street urchin “look” --- overall, on a day to day basis, i lean toward an au courant casual appearance, sometimes a little preppy, other times in a yoga mode ---
there is no easy way to identify the label for my style stamp – the hobo in my soul by it’s very nature keeps moving along - evolving, changing, rearranging and reinventing me – always for the better, i like to think --- all as personalized as i will have it, and as individual as each of us is ---
my style – hmmmm!!! --- i gaze at all the mixed up and mottled interpretations this prompt calls up in my mind – all the sundry things that betray one’s personal signature on life – interesting, the insights i get applying the word on a personal level – more interesting still since i am in my own private and delicate chrysalis, morphing and working on reinventing myself right this very now ---
how easily i can see some of the changes being wrought, how covertly and surreptitiously others are finding their way into the ME
my approach to life has more often than not been a state of being pretty much shut down and oblivious of the moment as it happens – unlikely to think of looking at the night sky as i go to my car, for example – now in a huge effort to be more mindful and appreciative i found myself mesmerized by the harvest moon two nights ago and truly conscious of the experience – i would be curious to know how much of my life i’ve missed muddling my way through it so haphazardly --- the downside to being more open and vulnerable as i live is the damned ubiquitous hyper vigilance that is always at the highest level – screaming red alert!!! – at even the most innocuous junctures ---
my behavior, my way of being has gone happily along hand in hand with being disconnected – insensitive, unfeeling, unaware of others to a degree --- i’ve always been able to recognize another’s pain, been a dynamite caretaker for them, but part of my numbness kept things from resonating with me --- and the complexity attached to this newly heightened sensitivity that has developed in me is that for about the past year and a half i’m weeping if i see a leaf fall – or so it seems, sometimes ---
my fashion is unpredictable, related to nothing in particular except my mood by times --- i have a flair for fashion and a good eye for color, but i only show this awesome fashion sense outwardly when the spirit moves me --- i can assemble an outfit for an “occasion” and step out looking downright chic, the very essence of panache - like fresh out of the pages of a styling rag – or i may be found in a more laissez-faire mood dressed in the holey and smeared pants i use to paint in and an oversized and worn out sweatshirt – the street urchin “look” --- overall, on a day to day basis, i lean toward an au courant casual appearance, sometimes a little preppy, other times in a yoga mode ---
there is no easy way to identify the label for my style stamp – the hobo in my soul by it’s very nature keeps moving along - evolving, changing, rearranging and reinventing me – always for the better, i like to think --- all as personalized as i will have it, and as individual as each of us is ---
7 comments:
That's quite a transformation you've got going on. :)
Good for you that you are more appreciative and sensitive.
I like the idea of personal style being in constant evolution, and I like the story of your own transformation. A thoughtful response to this week's prompt.
(((Danni)) I've missed you on SS! What a wonderful post on transformation and mood changing style. I hope you have been pampering YOU! HUG
A world-size welcome back to you, danni! Hugs and fussing over you aside, I got such a kick out of this hobo business. I identified with the oblivion—I’m sure I’ve been so caught up in my thoughts I’ve missed a million opportunities—and the disconnection, for me a defense I suppose. And now the harvest moon and the leaf! So sweet, so tough to deal with, part of the weirdness of life I guess... Glad you're hanging with it :-)
missalister
sometimes i think a measure of detachment is a gift.. we needent really concern ourselves,, unless we are really concerned...
Liked your flexible attitude to style!
Wow! we are so much alike it's frightning and we even have the same occupation. I loved the post.
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