You're a work of art. Celebrate it.
I like your poems you said
But why there’s always some
Suddenly galaxies
Isn’t life enough
To write about
Well
You know
That’s life for me
We’re trying to
Eat lunch together
And then there’s some
Suddenly galaxies
And then I don’t know
Who I am
Or what’s going on
Anymore
Drawing on iPad is great, but sometimes you just want to sketch something quickly on a real piece of paper using a real rainbow pencil. I kinda miss the feeling of playing around with tangible objects in the physical world. It’s probably time to think about the next proper oil painting.
There’s only one thing that upsets me more than making a dumb mistake–making the same dumb mistake more than once. The first time I do something stupid it’s an opportunity to learn something new and avoid the same mistake inn the future. If I do the same thing again, it’s just stupid. If it happens […]
True discipline is really just self-remembering; no forcing or fighting is necessary. Charles Eisenstein
Take off your shoes
And expectations
Let your hair
And baggage down
The jungle drum will guide you
You and I
The fire
And the night
The fine sand humming softly
Under our feet
The city lights
Blinking to the rhythm
From afar
We’re all in this together
There’s plenty of advice that seems to work on everyone else but me. Todo lists are a great example. Whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed with having too much on my plate, someone inevitably suggest I create a todo list and start crossing things off. It works pretty well for a day or two, but then I […]
I hugged an old tree
And the tree
Hugged me back
Tiny leaves sprouted
Out of my ears
So thirsty for the Sun
It might have been some
Five minutes or
Maybe fifty years
(…)
A few weeks ago I discovered an entirely new bird species in my neighborhood. Right after that, I started seeing them everywhere. The birds were likely there the whole time, but I was completely oblivious to them. Now that I know what to look for, I can’t fathom how I missed them for the previous […]
We sleep in God’s unconsciousnessWe wake in God’s open hand Rumi Jalal-al Din