Self-inflections

August 15, 2018

Recently, I have been noticing my tendency to forget. I am not sure where I am on the spectrum of positive coping and negative coping, and that is part of my noticing. It makes me wonder how forgetting can serve us, or inhibit our growth, especially in our hyper-stimulating, info overload culture. Maybe we are forgetting out of necessity to make room.

 

“Man staggers through life yapped at by his reason, pulled and shoved by his appetites, whispered to by fears, beckoned by hopes. Small wonder that what he craves most is self-forgetting.” Eric Hoffer


How do we create an environment where we can bring our full self to the table without hiding from others: A place for vulnerability, difficult questions, and for figuring our dreams and desires into the same reality? I have found with festivals, and community gatherings of the like, that my truth and my creative flow becomes enhanced. I have also found that my shadows become clear as day. My desires can come forth just as my dreams will and it is a fine line between manifesting both. I face my deepest truths like the churning of oceans and the rocks exposed at low tide. Cloaked in algae and species of sea-life, I see my soul as part of a community and a reflection of our universal truth. Festivals make room for the spirit being inside of you to flow fourth. Spirit sounds magical, mystical, playful, doesn’t it? But from my contemplations, spirit is all, which means it is the dark as it is the light. Like the Sprites in the faerie garden, playful, beautiful things can also be a pester when provoked.

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