3.
Relating
Activities get new life
I remember seeing lifelong artists years ago who were just not happy with the
way things went. They looked slightly askance at their work, not fully
pleased. Decisions made and paths taken didn't always come from the best
places. Even sincerity wasn't enough. After decades of doing art the
flaws in their development became apparent. They could not run or hide
from this, but had to live with it. Forms, ideas, inspirations had become
deadened and lifeless. At some early point this wasn't the case, or maybe
it always was. Their foundations, presumptions, were miscued.
Something went off.
This morning I felt like this.
While still in bed my body heated up as if filled with a clear light. It was in me and around me. It was as if little beings danced around my body and words "these dead forms can live" played to my ears. I realized whether imagined, or even deluded, an
idea that took a form is still redeemable. It all can be given life from the above. We can drop what we are doing and try something else but it still will be off kilter. The imbalance, like electricity, will still carry through. Rather it's best to keep doing what you are doing and emerge from where you are at. You let what has become lifeless become full of light and life. In this way the hopeless becomes hopefull. What seems dead takes on life. It is as if I heard this and it stands on its own.
Relating
Activities get new life
I remember seeing lifelong artists years ago who were just not happy with the
way things went. They looked slightly askance at their work, not fully
pleased. Decisions made and paths taken didn't always come from the best
places. Even sincerity wasn't enough. After decades of doing art the
flaws in their development became apparent. They could not run or hide
from this, but had to live with it. Forms, ideas, inspirations had become
deadened and lifeless. At some early point this wasn't the case, or maybe
it always was. Their foundations, presumptions, were miscued.
Something went off.
This morning I felt like this.
While still in bed my body heated up as if filled with a clear light. It was in me and around me. It was as if little beings danced around my body and words "these dead forms can live" played to my ears. I realized whether imagined, or even deluded, an
idea that took a form is still redeemable. It all can be given life from the above. We can drop what we are doing and try something else but it still will be off kilter. The imbalance, like electricity, will still carry through. Rather it's best to keep doing what you are doing and emerge from where you are at. You let what has become lifeless become full of light and life. In this way the hopeless becomes hopefull. What seems dead takes on life. It is as if I heard this and it stands on its own.
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