At times there is too much life to live to write about. How can I choose words that express the true uniqueness of it all?
Recently, I saw someone say on television that it was amazing how human language was so capable of expressing almost anything. I sincerely and utterly disagree with that statement! All the wonder I see with my mind’s eye that no words can encompass. I can never adequately communicate what I “see”. Because of that, I will never know if there are other people who experience what I do.
The next time someone asks what you do for a living, try answering NOT with what you do for existence, but with what you do for LIVING!
I create, I love, I am passionate, I play, etc. etc. etc…!
Occasionally there is a word that takes hold of my mind and my thoughts and even my being. Surrender is the word these days. Surrendering to life. Surrendering to what IS. Surrendering to who I am, how I feel and what I want and need.
There is that old adage about knowing what one can change and accepting what one cannot. Discerning between the two can be a fine art at times.
All of my life, up until quite recently, I have been trying to push water uphill with a sharp stick.
It’s time to sit back and watch it flow, languidly, contentedly, inexorably, blissfully… downhill.
There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action. And because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions.
It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open… whether you choose to take an art class, keep a journal, record your dreams, dance your story or live each day from your own creative source. Above all else, keep the channel open!
- Martha Graham
I see the constructs of my past life falling apart, dissipating as if washed by the rain. The rules by which I’ve always thought I must live become more meaningless as the days pass. The world is unfolding in front of me. My road branches into thousands of tiny paths… I see no reason to choose one of them. The possibilities…
At times I feel lost but more often than not, I feel finally “found”.
The first time I sold a quantity of my art to complete strangers I thought that I would feel joyful at finally finding a home for my creations. But I feel more as if I have lost my children.
Every piece of my art is a piece of me, a slice of my psyche.
I trust however, that my “children” have found loving homes. Some of my very best pieces sold recently. I will miss them. And I will learn to celebrate the fact that little tendrils of who I am are now spreading out into the world. I hope those tiny parts of me can bring a small piece of joy and beauty into some lives.
Pain is part of what shapes us, part of who we are. Therefore, it is something that can be embraced with the same passion and rapture as our greatest joys. Pain is deep, pain is meaningful, pain is life-altering, purifying and edifying. Embracing pain takes courage and strength, but we emerge as newborns, fresh and pure and ready to grow.
Head far above the clouds, feet firmly planted deep within the earth. I want to experience it all.
“Sorcerers firmly maintain that the only way to have a grip on our world, and on what we do in it, is by fully accepting that we are beings on the way to dying. Without this basic acceptance, our lives, our doings, and the world in which we live are unmanageable affairs.”
Don Juan to Carlos Castaneda, “The Active Side of Infinity”
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