Art & Sharing

I had some quiet time with myself today, just letting thoughts bubble up to the surface. One interesting idea that needs to be written about is how our life can be art. The self we express can be either without purpose, like a paint ball *splatted* against a wall, or it can be a carefully thought out, expressive piece of art.

Art is genuine and beautiful. Beauty of course is subjective, but it draws you in and grabs your attention. There’s something personally relatable to it, with a desire for more. When have you been in the presence of someone who is so real and relevant, who you felt drawn to?  I want to make this my purpose, to peel off conformity – a learned condition for protection –  and disclose what makes me unique.

Having a trail partner, someone who understands you, thinks like you, and/or simply appreciates you, as you do them. That must be the most empowering and synergistic dynamic there is. I don’t mean roses and chocolate, greeting cards and birthdays, Christmas gifts, champaign. Those are all very nice – but someone to explore life with as an adventure would be pretty cool.

Third Try

This is my third attempt at writing tonight’s blog post.

Life feels complicated sometimes. I’ve been frustrated over not enough time and too many things. Obviously, I need to rethink priorities. I feel like captain of a cargo ship when all I really want is a rowboat. What can I change? Materially as well as how I use my time?

I’ve been crashing a lot the past few days, as in feeling tired and overwhelmed. And frustrated. Looking for answers: maybe if I do this instead of that, or focus on something else. What’s wrong?

Maybe the answer isn’t in finding an answer so much as to pare things down. Simplify is actually my “word” for 2017.

When I was  kid, I loved reading stories of the pioneer families on the Oregon Trail. At some point many had to dump possessions off their covered wagons when the horses or oxen became tired, or their wheels fell off. Piles of belongings along the trail…

my business

learning to play rock violin

fauxbonichi (art journaling)

get past the first draft of the novel I wrote 

record my own song in Garage Band 

write erotica

oh, then there’s the erotic novella I started

tidy the house

give away clothes that aren’t in line with who I am

That’s a lot of stuff to give up, isn’t it? The photo for this post ~ there’s a saying that goes something like, “If your hands are too full you can’t hold someone else’s.”

Skin

time sketches art as tattoos 

on my skin. each a lesson….a lover…..an indulgence,

my skin shivering with frisson from your tracing

 

 your deep breaths inflame me, 

and yourself

 

LL, VB

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Impossibility of Turning Back

“Once you start to awaken, no one can ever
claim you again for the old patterns.
Now you realize how precious your time here is.

You are no longer willing to squander your essence on undertakings that do not nourish your true self;
your patience grows thin with tired talk and dead language.
You see through the rosters of expectation which promise you safety and the confirmation of your outer identity.

Now you are impatient for growth,
willing to put yourself in the way of change.
You want your work to become an expression of your gift.
You want your relationship to voyage beyond the pallid frontiers to where the danger of transformation dwells.

You want your God to be wild
and to call you to where your destiny awaits.”

~ John O’Donohue

So what’s the Northern Lights have to do with this? As much as I wish to, I’ve never seen them. And once seen, can’t be unseen. Proof that life has more gifts than we can ever receive in a lifetime. There will always be something to look forward to, once done, received, can’t be returned.

I’ve found my life so to be over the past 3 1/2 years. I hope I don’t appear callous or unloving ~ just being pragmatic ~ this phase of my life began the day my last parent passed. So – there’s only me left. What do you do, then? Move on, right?

The above quote accurately sums up the last 3 1/2 years for me. Above all, I’ve become discerning when it comes to where I focus my energy and thoughts, how I spend my time. When you consciously make these choices, you’re much more likely to find yourself in a place (physically, mentally, emotionally) that you love.

Everything changes, and it’s scary and wild. And you’ll be grateful to yourself and never turn back.

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