I have a million ideas in my head. When I concentrate on a particular one, it flows out from my mind like a flag, waving and inviting me to create something out of it. Which made me think of the song Waving Flag, by K’naan. I admit that, as an idea person, if someone’s ideas appeal to me, I will grow to love their work, even if my “first impression” was indifferent or even negative. Waving Flags I am not saying good-bye today, but I am saying that when you next hear from me,
. I’ve developed a certain habit, of taking ordinary pics and playing with them until they are entirely unrecognizable, but speak to me somehow. If you let yourself think along certain lines, it’s an enjoyable game ~ and the images are unpredictable, often quite beautiful, sometimes surprisingly enlightening. You just let your consciousness drift, stare at the image with a partially focused gaze, and expect words and related images to drop into your mind. Underneath #undernea
. I’m having a conversation with myself that goes something like this: 1—So what was that with yesterday’s post? 2—What do you mean? 1–It sounded accusatory, ya’ know? Like, you’re not as spiritual as you think you are, you’re just wearing a mask. 2–Isn’t that true? 1–Maybe, but, aren’t you all about realizing that we are so much MORE than we usually think, that we’re powerful beyond measure if only we realized what we are capable of? 2–Definitely. 1–How do those two fit toge
. Two is SO important in our culture. Two of us, the two of us, make a couple, which is assumed to be vastly superior to a single, no matter what the divorce statistics scream otherwise. The truth is, in the final analysis it is just you and your soul. That’s the ultimate couple. If you have a relationship there, you are WAY ahead in the MEANING OF LIFE game. Two You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.
Nobody can discover the world for somebody
I was thinking about what I wrote yesterday concerning my updated art journal pages. Yes, I do “read” paintings like dreams, but did my catalogue of symbols remind you of someone pointing to the clouds and squealing, “There’s a rabbit. Oh, can you see the elephant? And there is a shoe!” This method of seeing what symbols are in my paintings arises out of my study of dreams and interpreting dreams. Dreams can be quite literal, but it is the lateral thinking I am really interes