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On living a life worth living

I have been pondering Mary Oliver’s instructions for living a life.

Instructions for living a life: pay attention, be astonished, tell about it.
— Mary Oliver

So when a friend posted this on Facebook, I took notice.

I am particularly drawn to:

– If you don’t like something, change it

– Open your heart to new things

– All emotions are beautiful

– Appreciate every bite

– Wear your passion

I believe that I have been given a life in abundance- Not just a life that can be wasted away in front of the TV but a life that was made for living and doing and being and creating and sharing. I live a passionate life- a life that I can choose. I have chosen my path to trod. My path is towards a beautiful tomorrow.

 

A cup of encouragement makes the medicine go down

When you’ve exhausted all possibilities, remember this—you haven’t.

*Robert H. Schuller*

I love dandelions. I’ve explained why before– to me they represent wishes- and wishes are really just secret scary dreams. The dreams that we are too afraid to admit. The ones we acknowledge only over birthday candles or shooting stars. The ones that someone might make fun of us for or tease us about. You know the dream you’ve been carrying.

By the time we reach adulthood and marriage, and we get sensible jobs and start doing the responsible thing, we have starved that dream. Maybe we tried once or twice. Perhaps we tried many times and this dream just didn’t come to be… and we gave up.

I had given up the dream of being an artist… having tried twice and failed…but I was recently inspired to try again.

Let’s chat friends. What dreams have you pretty much given up on… that maybe might just spring back into being if you just tried?

 

 

Finding Light in the Piranha Tank

This post was started as a calm encouraging light in the dark world that creatives face. Artists are too often enchanted by the sexiness of darkness- the ease of negativity that seems to fuel the anger that ‘creates’. But this, my friends, is a sad dark path to travel.

The powers of creativity are much stronger in the lightness of loveliness than in the depths of darkness. Darkness loses power when faced with light. Positivity is more difficult to embrace and yet stronger than the ties of Darkness.

Sometimes, the sex appeal of darkness is very seductive. Sometimes I can barely pry myself away. Sometimes the comfort of gloom is much too enchanting. And I justify it as benefit to my art…

 

But is it really benefiting anything? In the same way piranha’s feast on prey, that darkness consumes the best ideas-the purest forms of delight and leaves nothing but the carcasses for viewing. Is this the art we want to create?

 

I do not want to leave a legacy of death and decay in my wake.