art is but a perspective
an opinion presented as a question to the soul
a true artist facilitates integration
piece by piece, art makes us whole
my garden reminds me of you
I look away
and you go wild
I make a plan
but you grow in a different direction
I give you a sunny spot
with fertile soil and I water and water
but you don’t like me trying to change you
and you die on me
when we surrender to being artists at the mercy of creation
we can find compassion towards the hard sacrifices
compassion towards the obstacles – stuckness, unproductivity, indecisiveness
for it’s not about the destination
it’s about the uncompromisable truth
in a world where that seems out of fashion…
The blogging world is a cocktail party I really don’t want to go to, but I’m craving connection so I go anyway! To unhappy people selling happiness. Wannabe writers selling writing advice. Wannabe bloggers selling blogging advice. The damn “how to” and “10 ways to…” blogs that speak to our shortcut wired brains and fill them up like viruses.
like most people
I simply wish to inspire POSITIVE CHANGE
and – as proven
I can do that by sharing MY thoughts, MY feelings, and MY actions
not necessarily wisdom and advice
Edgar – one of my love stories. One that has changed me forever. A challenging one. An honest one. Sometimes an almost co-dependent one. I feel every feeling when I think of our time together, but as I forgive us both for all the hard times, gratefulness is the feeling that remains. I gave him love, he gave me safety. A safe place to break open and heal.
Over and over again I remember, and then forget
Forget and try to get a head start by assuming the direction
Because I feel left behind
Because I feel judged and judge myself
Because I feel I’m wasting time, waiting patiently instead of running
Patience is no longer taught as a virtue
Action is the virtue in our world
Impatient minds dictating the values
Impatient minds that are sometimes lucky, accidentally running in the right direction
I guess neither food nor feelings care if they’re eaten, once they have been slaughtered and prepared. And oh have I slaughtered – I better just serve it…
I give you raw feelings on a plate of words, for you to eat if you’re hungry and leave if you’re not. Naked confessions in bleeding pain gravy. Slow-cooked thoughts and sliced perspectives, decorated with metaphors and seasoned with philosophical herbs.
Welcome to the table.
Enjoy the meal.