making art

 so therefore, i dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep , my dreams, my labors,my suffrances,my loneliness my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger. because i cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being. — Ask me anything....hakikaten

so therefore,
i dedicate myself to myself,
to my art, my sleep , my dreams,
my labors,my sufferance ,my loneliness
my unique madness,
my endless absorption
and hunger.
because i cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being. —
Ask me anything….hakikaten

is it possible that there is a  recurring and built-in labyrinth in a spiral design that my life leads me to walk through as the autumn moon moves across the sky? so many puzzle pieces of my life seem to be familiarly shaped and hued, however it is not clear how they fit together.

i have been busy transforming my nest. new floors, new cabinets, removing a wall, adding storage, new lighting,  updated the bath, re-purposing and rearranging all 4 rooms in my tiny townhouse. certainly this is a metaphor for a deeper calling. if i look to “the velvet rage”, i might think that i might be trying to make my world look better than it feels. definitely there is something primal about changing the way things look. it is a comforting action. it is soothing.

i have not been certain about what direction to take next in my avocation. i do want to create a training entity, but haven’t gotten clarity regarding a pathway. i met with a former colleague to discuss helping with board development and the next steps for 501c3 evolution. the take-away was positive but controlled and i am far from a conservative creature with a subtle emotional body.

my experience with self-reflection about my work remains relatively small. recovery has been my companion for only 11 years. my strong suit is most-definitely impulse. it is strange to say the least to consider repercussions and consequences.  so here i am in front of a blank canvas, considering what strokes, which colors, and what types of brush strokes to apply.

help me, universe, become strong enough to listen to your voice and let it guide me to the next campground. let it be so.

“England”

Someone send a runner
Through the weather that I’m under
For the feeling that I lost today
Someone send a runner
For the feeling that I lost todaySomeone send a runner
Through the weather that I’m under
For the feeling that I lost today
Someone send a runner
For the feeling that I lost today

You must be somewhere in London
You must be loving your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London
Walking Abbey Lane

I don’t even think to make
I don’t even think to make
I don’t even think to make corrections

Famous angels never come through England
England gets the ones you never need
I’m in a Los Angeles cathedral
Minor singing airheads sing for me

Put an ocean and a river
Between everybody else,
Between everything, yourself, and home
Put an ocean and a river
Between everything, yourself, and home

You must be somewhere in London
You must be loving your life in the rain
You must be somewhere in London
Walking Abbey Lane

I don’t even think to make
I don’t even think to make
I don’t even think to make corrections

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