Saturday, September 11, 2010

Just a quick not while i am getting ready for work. Sorry I have not posted much but I am still actually trying to finish the mess I created while rearranging this place. I promise I will write something tonight when I get home. While I am at work listen to some good music for me and do some yoga for mr while you are at it since I skipped the last 2 days. I have not done that since I started boy does my body know I skipped all is not in allignment today. Got to get back it to the flow of things. Don't ever let me redo my place like this again.

However I must add that I am liking what it is looking like and the space created for my art is fabulous!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Guilty Pleasures!

                           Sorry - I could not Help Myself!!

OH Damn - here we go again!

Do not let me do this again!!

I have a constant need to re-arrange things!!  But then sometimes I over do it and start to big a project.  I had one day off I decided to move upstairs downstairs and downstairs up.  Am I crazy now I am in this claustrophobic mess of clutter till I finish my endeavor.  I have to leave for work in 30 minutes and I am still working on the hellish mess that I have created and I have to come home to this mess and work on it some more!!!   Luckily I have Friday off to work on it again but I did not want to spend all my days off doing it.  

And lets not even talk about the upstairs that place I can not see from here.  This is not good I am an anti-clutter neat freak surrounded by piles of art supplies and books everywhere HELP!!

Ok for the record my sister does the same thing sometime just on a smaller level - so I know I am not alone!!!  LOL

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Delusion of Sleep

Why oh why am I never able to sleep? Why does sleep not come natural to me? I hear the silence of the night as all those around me in there apartments rest in the peaceful slumber then I hear the scurry of them all waking up from their restful beds as they prepare for work. I hear the doors all close and cars drive away. As I still lay here wondering what it must feel like to just sleep and rest. What a joy it must be to sleep, to just put your head on a pillow and drift off to a peaceful bliss.

Sleep, one of the great gifts of life that most of us take for granted. There are so many things in life that we don't stop to enjoy or even notice. Things that are vital to our core beings that we just over look because they are constant and ever present. Take time to realize some of these things and your mind will expand to new horizons.

Ok, I guess its another sleepless night for me. I am just giving up and getting my ass up out of this bed and make me some pancakes!!

Monday, September 6, 2010

Lessons from Jim

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Burning souls of poets and passion, demons within spilling out.

Why is it that there are no great poets any more??  And by poets I don't mean the kind of writers that sit and write poems.   I mean the men and women too that live there life as poetry?  There used to be so many of these people years ago, now where are they?  Where are the Jim Morrison, Freida Kahlo (artist), John Lennon, Arlo Guthry, Abby Hoffman (activist), Jane Goodall (activist), Oscar Wilde, Karen Silkwood even Allen Ginsburg of our, this time of the right now.

The 60s were full of them and many of them spilled right in to the 70s. Artists, Poets, People with a real message and/or cause tortured souls but poets of life and poets of the soul no less.

There was some hope of this return to poetry in the 90s with Kurt Cobain and Eddie Vedder but as with Morrison, Kurts inner fire burned him out and off to calmer places, I can see the 2 of them cruising through the desert together through the night haunting other lost souls.  And as for Eddie Vedder well I don't know what happened there.  The poetry of what becomes your life is a hard thing to survive if you are a true poet of life.  Living life of pure thought and passion, its not something most of them can give up, death would be better than giving up.

Is it that the world would not except these poets of life now?  Would we call them terrorists of the mind?  Not all these poets of life had a cause or a point at all beyond a command from within to be true to their art and/or themselves.  But they were poets and artists of this thing we call life, giving there all and some of them their lives for art or a true cause.  I want my poets of life back, where have they gone?

Is it that there have been 3 decades of drab chickens born, no I don't believe that.  Hmmmm.....  3 decades of people glued to their chairs staring at a an electrified box of some kind or another could that be it? .......

There will be more on this topic but I must get ready for work...