"When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky." ~The Buddha
Writing, why is it so difficult? Because of all the preconceived notions of what I should be, or do, or create that I carry around in my head?
For so long I let the idea that in order for my work to be taken seriously I needed a great deal of higher formal education, mentors, related classes and never ending ideas for stories, so forth and so on, blah blah blah.
Oh, and that muse everyone speaks so freely of too!
Hell, I was well seasoned in self-doubt, excuses and a half ass commitment to writing along with the notion that I could never be an artist before I realized that although all those things would be great, I only need to sit and write. Doesn't matter where or what with, just write. The same with my art just pick up a paintbrush or marker or pen and make a mark. You don't have to have a full fledged idea of a story, poem or piece of artwork to begin. One thought, one word one colorful stroke on a piece of something and the rest will follow whether good, bad or ugly, they will follow. It is just like dancing, one movement leads to another and before you know it you have lost yourself for long moments allowing your inner genius it's voice.
Yes, I believe it can be that simple.
Well, at least once you give that inner critic a swift kick out the door!
"When you stop doing things for fun, you might as well be dead"
It courses through my body, vibrating out the ends of my finger tips. If only I could apply it to paper or canvas. Instead the energy just circles through my body from head to toe. It sets my teeth on edge. My mind races. I pace from window to window. Short shallow breaths. There is no escape. Another night unable to fall into the dark abyss of sleep.
Some people say every life has a story; I say Every life IS a story.
When people ask me about my religion, sometimes I say "define religion" other times I say I am not.......(religious that is).
I am who I am, uniquely me.