|Acrylics, vintage and painted papers, cardboard on|
canvas panel, 11x14 inches
Rather than titling this post "Wordless Wednesday," my news is that there's not much to say.
As I meander farther into silence and solitude, I'm gradually detaching myself from "being" my story. And from letting that illusory story guide and direct my conversations, those both inside my head and out.
I no longer have the energy for overreaction borne of aversion to anything and everything beyond life as it really is. I'm not interested now in verbal jousting, self-justification, defensive posturing, ego-driven oneupsmanship. So much of our conversation is about propping ourselves up, propping our egos up, actually. When you take all that away, what it all boils down to is that there isn't much left to say. And nothing to complain about. Life just is what it is. No amount of complaining or worrying or teeth-gnashing or ceaseless story telling has ever changed anything.
What I'm doing in lieu of all those habitual thought patterns is spending as much time each day as I can in conscious awareness of the moment ~ feeling it, relishing it, loving it, sensing my connection, making the most of it, getting all the joy I can from it. Especially because nothing lasts. This particular blissful time won't last forever ~ it will be followed by future blissful moments, but not this one specifically. Everything keeps changing ~ I'm sure you've noticed. You can't step twice into the same stream, as some Zen master once said. Appreciate it now...because it'll soon vanish.
Am I getting too airy-fairy for you? I hope not. Heaven is NOW.