A poet is someone who can pour light
Do you remember that song from a few decades, ago ... Once in a Lifetime ... Talking Heads. It was the 80s anthem for the mid-life crisis. I watched it when I was 12 and 13 years old not really getting the existential nuances of water holding us down, time not holding us back and the narrative of someone with a nice car and a hot wife wondering where their life went.
I saw the movie Stop Making Sense from Talking Heads when I was around the same age ... not admitting, at the time, that none of it made sense to me.
And now as a
When did I go from being the person who tried to play Beatles records
When did I start to focus more on paying bills rather than paying attention?
Can't a little bit of my old rebellious side pop into my daily adulting?
Most of us abandon our old dreams in a series of mini daily choices, morphing into grown ups and mother-of-the-year wannabes.
Where did this person go who I once was?
It's a fleeting thought every once in a
Picasso once said that: "The purpose of art is washing the dust of everyday life off of our souls."
If your life is feeling PRETTY dusty, I welcome you into the
Little laundered moments of beauty and creativity in everyday life.
A few minutes a day dedicated to making the ordinary extraordinary.
I'm in here somewhere. Maybe check under that pile of laundry...
I am devoted to seeing my life in a way that delights my eyes rather than wearing me down. So this is my steak in the ground. This is the location of the buck stop.
This is where I dust myself off and create.
Won't you join me?