It is hard to know
what to say, or
how to say it,
so often we
Silence stops the
but it does not
stop the thoughts.
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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
A sign I’ve been glancing at, daily, since I noticed it a week back at a regular coffee stop where I try to begin my day with a dark roast cup of bravery.
I try to take the time, every morning, to scribble out my current considerations, deliberations, and contemplations on images and memories that have come to me in my dreams and in reality.
If your first meal of the day is the most important, shouldn’t your first thoughts be as well?
Take time to write them down. It’s important. What you are thinking affects how you continue to navigate your self through the coming hours or weeks.
“The bravest thing you can be is yourself.”
How much courage is required to make it through the remainder of the day? Is a single cup of coffee enough to provide the fortitude required to step further into the day?
It’s a good start.
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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I’ve been feeling lost lately.
It could be the collective self-isolation that began months ago, and then progressed week after week. Perhaps it is this ever-present dysthymia that has settled around all of us like volcanic ash after an eruption.
Who can say they haven’t felt a lack of human touch as the distancing became more than physical?
My attitude, I know, is not the only thing affected by negative news of our current pandemic and this general loss of hope.
Last month, as I was visiting the Art Gallery of Ontario after it had just reopened to the public, I found again a glimpse of comfort as I wandered the space in awe (as always) of the magnificent works on the walls or in the corridors.
It was heart-warming to see people (yes, in limited, controlled numbers and always six feet apart) out and about and taking in art.
I went back to the gallery later in the week, and then the week following just to get this feeling again.
Art is my comfort zone; any art.
I realized, while at the AGO, how little of my own art I had created lately.
Yes, I’ve pissed around with some poetry, and I kept up with the daily contributions to this website, but I had not felt like digging deep into my creativity for a while.
I’ve got a few manuscripts in several states of undress; one of them (I’m most certain) is complete but in need of a final read-through. Sometimes you need to give it a break, or some space to breathe, before you go back in and actually label it ‘complete’.
I’ve given this one a bit too much time, I know.
I haven’t been feeling it.
I knew I needed the muse to grab me by the ear and pull me back in, or give me a solid kick in the ass to get me going. Again.
I decided, right then at the gallery, that I needed to motivate myself and set about creating a plan for August to settle into art and pull myself back to the land of the living.
Art can do that. I just wasn’t allowing art to do it to me.
So beginning August 1 (which already feels like weeks ago), I began taking my camera with me on my warning wanders through this city. I also, on that day, as soon as I woke, sat down with a brand new notebook and wrote for 30 minutes straight (at least), just how I used to do back in the original days, six years ago, when a group of humble souls from across this planet gathered together online for 30 days of writing.
I needed to push myself.
In the past couple of days, I’ve regained familiarity with my camera and lenses. I have pulled out my paints and amused myself with colour and composition.
I mindfully began creating art without judgment, and intend to do so for the remainder of the month. Of course I will go beyond the 31 of days August (or I feel, right now, that I will) but I’m only thinking of the present at the moment and plan on ignoring everything else that is going on around me as I immerse myself in art.
It may seem selfish, I know, but I’m calling it self-care.
I’ve got art to create and to see.
I’ve got reading to do, a life to revisit, and a person to be.
I need art not to complete me, but to be the complete “me”.