The blog and the silent hours...
How I love the silent moments. I love these silent times where creativity seems to flourish. It is like a sensitive love. One that calls silently. You notice things that you have never seen. You allow yourself to take the time to see the things you have never seen.
And you know what? That's okay. Its all okay. Its okay to feel love in isolation. Its okay to love something when the other thing is far away. A generous love, that hangs around. Not waiting for an answer immediately. Not expecting the other to be in the same place. Not worrying.
I love this blog.
Life has been so busy... Or I should say, busy with activity. Daylight activity. This blog has always been about creativity. I love that it is here. I feel like a writer. Writing about thouse moments that I cannot explain. Saying things in my own elogated way, so that I never need to justify.
Such an accessaible creativity.
I wrote this poem this morning, it was inspired by a colleague who was criticizing somebody for sleeping because he was bored.
LIVE, he said
To make your mark
On the action sandy shore
Where the waves rock
NEVER SLEEP, he said
As there's too much mind to grasp
YOU SLEEP WHEN YOU DIE, he said
Til the last moment
Like a real action man
In the waking mind
Where the world of dreams and death
Are dangers to fear
And cats are dumb princesses
who need not put there mark
On the action sandy shore
Wasn't quite sure where I was going with it, but there is something there.
For now I am done.
And you know what? That's okay. Its all okay. Its okay to feel love in isolation. Its okay to love something when the other thing is far away. A generous love, that hangs around. Not waiting for an answer immediately. Not expecting the other to be in the same place. Not worrying.
I love this blog.
Life has been so busy... Or I should say, busy with activity. Daylight activity. This blog has always been about creativity. I love that it is here. I feel like a writer. Writing about thouse moments that I cannot explain. Saying things in my own elogated way, so that I never need to justify.
Such an accessaible creativity.
I wrote this poem this morning, it was inspired by a colleague who was criticizing somebody for sleeping because he was bored.
LIVE, he said
To make your mark
On the action sandy shore
Where the waves rock
NEVER SLEEP, he said
As there's too much mind to grasp
YOU SLEEP WHEN YOU DIE, he said
Til the last moment
Like a real action man
In the waking mind
Where the world of dreams and death
Are dangers to fear
And cats are dumb princesses
who need not put there mark
On the action sandy shore
Wasn't quite sure where I was going with it, but there is something there.
For now I am done.