This is a repost from a previous post – which is pretty much what a repost is. Finding this one was helpful to me today – maybe it’ll be helpful to you, too.
Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” ~ C.G. Jung
Many creative types tend to be introspective. According to Merriam Webster introspection can be understood this way:
In-tro-spec-tion (n.) a reflective looking inward : an examination of one’s own thoughts and feelings.
Introspection is interesting, it can become rather obsessive and addictive. I’m introspective by nature…and when not being introspective, I’m extrospective – examining the world outside me. So, while watching y’all I’ve noticed, introspection can be like quicksand. People get in, but have a great challenge trying to get out. Continue reading “Mired in the Quicksand”
Ever notice how when you get all caught up in the world you’re in tangles and dreadful and unhappy?
I think I speak for a lot of us in the U.S. when I say this election has taken a toll on our personal relationships, our faith in our country and any semblance of inner peace we once had. It lead me to this:
This Unholy Mess
This unholy mess Where good women and men set aside their virtues to follow unproven false gods. This unholy mess When the decent abandon their identities and souls to take up verbal arms against one another. For what? Two depraved power-mongers who closely hold secrets and lies and plans we know nothing of. They’ve amassed hoards of innocents, whose only sin is the thirst for brighter lives and fuller bellies. Innocents who gladly abandon their own essence to follow them into the darkness. They stockpile believers with false narratives, then they call them votes. The price – soul for an uncertain future. The most egregious of trades.
Unholy messes don’t only happen during election times. Our lives are filled with challenges, conflict, inner-turmoil and, hopefully, a dash of introspection. After writing this poem I wondered what went wrong. Continue reading “This Unholy Mess”
Each time I enter a fellow artist’s creative space, I feel honored for the privilege of being there. Studios seem to hold concentrated energy – the very vibrations the artist, the ones he or she uses to create their work.
As I wrote poetry at the river this week, I realized the importance of the space where we create. It doesn’t have to be a high rent studio, certainly we know this because the creative energy flows through us…but there is a definite exchange…a way we use inspiration…it’s like the air we breathe.
Sometimes, you have to remember what you don’t know.
Sometimes, you have to sprinkle a little trust dust on the world and go with the flow til it all shakes out.
We’re dog people. We have dogs because we have big, fur-lovin’ hearts and weak minds that thrive on endless, extra work. Dog people.
“Some of our greatest treasures we place in museums, others, we take for walks.” ~unknown
In early August one of our girls blew out a knee ligament. We were told it would take several thousand dollars and 4-months of rest and she’d be good as new. Well….okay, then.
Like good fur parents we obliged. We created spreadsheets to manage the post-operative medications. At one point, there were 9 daily doses, not including supplements used to support pain and liver function. Initially, she had to be carried to the yard, then a beach towel was used as a sling for moving her up and down the steps. She had to stay confined and walk on a short leash to use the “restroom.”