“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
― Henry David Thoreau
Things I see:
My fingers on the keyboard
Art on the desktop
guitar and music keyboard
books and more books
a breeze fluttering papers
a battery power in the making
a world of wonder waiting to be explored
a chance to do better
a hope for harmony
reasons to exist
joy in the making
bliss ready to begin
a message from a friend
a cat purring in her sleep
a life better than any I’ve dreamt
an opportunity to make things better
Just thought I’d share 🙂
What do you see?
“To bare our souls is all we ask, to give all we have
to life and the beings surrounding us.
Here the nature spirits are intense and we appreciate them,
make offerings to them – these nature spirits who call us here –
sealing our fate with each other,
celebrating our love.”
– Alex Grey
To bare my soul, to speak my truth without fear, to scream out who i am even when unhappy even when I despair tho I know that is of the moment. To admit that I don’t always love those whom I should as much as I should and sometimes I feel the strain. To speak of the unbearable joy that can be found in a moment of creation, of surrendering my hands to whatever part of me creates. To know and own each bit of love, of bliss, of anger, of joy of fear. Damn it that’s the hardest, owning the fear, so much easier of pushing it away and aside tho it casts such a big shadow. maybe I can’t love and maybe I am unloveable yet no evidence for either exists…maybe I’m not good enough, strong enough, wise enough…but then a wiser part speaks out, “enough for whom, you are what you need to be now, you are growing and improving, if some lessons return, then those are the ones you need” I am grateful for that voice…
“If the point of life is the same as the point of a story, the point of life is character transformation. If I got any comfort as I set out on my first story, it was that in nearly every story, the protagonist is transformed. He’s a jerk at the beginning and nice at the end, or a coward at the beginning and brave at the end. If the character doesn’t change, the story hasn’t happened yet. And if story is derived from real life, if story is just condensed version of life then life itself may be designed to change us so that we evolve from one kind of person to another. ”
― Donald Miller
Every day I hope is a new step on my journey of transformation. I look back on my past as a series of snapshots in all of which I was hopefully more ‘jerky’ than I was today. I trusted people too much and adopted the points of views of others uncritically. I thought I knew more than almost anyone around me and that I was cleaver.I was much more quick to judge and much less discerning. I hope that in the future at the end of another chapter that I will again see this period of my life as snapshots in which again I may see at least equal growth.
Of course, youth is a time for jerkiness. We are a lot more awkward in our bodies then than we become as we grow older so perhaps there is a resonance in our characters.
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack Kerouac
I often over think things, well everything really. I indulge my mythology with convoluted tales either on a personal or political level. More and more I realize that what I need to do is simplify. So much of the complexities I tell myself are inventions that obscure the truth. I’m learning tho to unravel the layers and discover more and more who I truly am.
I will find the simple words that express the truth of my being and I will know they are the right words because of their simplicity.
“If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.”
— David Carradine
Today I shall be lyrical, not hysterical
I shall wax poetic
in the full moon light
and be an ode to those I love
I am recited onstage
at a jam
Performed and rammed
stinging those who need to be
and sent out to the world
on the interwebs
to touch hearts
Perhaps I will be a limerick
to be repeated like a cheap trick
they’ll parrot my words
and find them absurd
in hopes of receiving a lic…
my aim will be higher
I’ll fight to inspire
hearts and minds
fogged with sleep
make them weep
Let me be the poem
AND the poet
and never ending….
— G A Rosenberg
“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
― Ansel Adams
I have no words to describe how I feel. Confusion, Delusion, infusion, collusion, and all those other ions colliding into each other. “If I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don’t know” Luckily, I know better than to make such foolish claims. I offer my words up here daily, a sacrifice to the universe where I share what goes through my brain at the moment. Both an exercise in writing and an exercise in self-expression yet tonight I have reached a point where I have little to express. Tomorrow is another day with more art to share and hopefully a tarot post. For tonight… a moment of silence…
“It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous.
Resign yourself to be the fool you are…
…We must always take risks. That is our destiny…”
― T.S. Eliot
What would life be without risk? Whether it be in a leap of thought, doing something labeled ‘dangerous’ for the first time, trusting a stranger or sometimes even trusting a friend, trusting our selves, risk becomes part of life. Everytime we choose to love or cry in front of another or even occasionally leave our house (or climb up on a chair or a ladder) we take a risk.
What is it that we risk exactly? Usually when the risk is physical, it results in some kind of fall or injury, When it us an emotional risk we chance damaging some concept of ourselves that we once had. It almost always results in the benefit of greater self-knowledge but usually that is gained only after some type of fall as well. We need these falls at times to understand ourselves better and to be able to see through our delusions. That’s why we put them in our way. If we don’t take risks to better learn who we are than we lose the lesson
“The child intuitively comprehends that although these stories are unreal, they are not untrue …”
― Bruno Bettelheim
Spend enough time on the internet and you hear lots of stories. People share their stories and you begin to gain a sense of mythology. Some of us are the heroes of our tales. Some insist they are the victims. Some tell stories that have no heart because they have lost theirs long ago. If you listen carefully enough, you can gain a sense of the truths behind the stories you hear and which the rationales that are woven to cover our truths out of fear. Of course to do this, we have to face our own truths first not an easy task. Perhaps that’s why children can sense the truth so easily . Most of them have yet to weave falsehoods made out of fear and concerns on how they’ll be perceived.