Join the cool kids (because you can)
Love this image: "We are a native species somewhere. We just need to find out where."
Creating , expressing yourself in words or art or music or whatever form it takes for you, is a way to find out who you are, what you feel, where you belong.
Lots of great insights here. Here’s something I wrote on that just my 2c
Creating
It’s a special thing to create something
But not just anything will do
This thing is work drawn from the cave of consciousness
For me, it’s words and stories; thoughts and explanations
The narrative of navigating life is rich and endless – at least until I die
And after that the words live on – perhaps
Unless they simply die with me: evaporate and leave the world untouched
Perhaps that is the fear that drives me
The fear that everything I am and do; have done; will do
Amounts to nothing – I doubt it though
Relationships are interactive: they have a residue
That wraps itself around our lives – like kudzu
Which defies all regular attempts to remove it
Spreading, clinging – it just needs balance
When we are not where we should be, we fail to thrive or thrive too much
We are a native species somewhere
We just need to find out where
The relationships we travel through and with will help
Is this journey for ourselves or something greater?
The journey must start with me but not end there
If it does, I will have failed
And the residue will be inconsequential – a waste
Sometimes we don’t see what is right next to us
We don’t unwrap the gift that has been given to us
In the end it seems creating is not destroying
Beautiful poignant reflection Neil.
Love this image: "We are a native species somewhere. We just need to find out where."
Creating , expressing yourself in words or art or music or whatever form it takes for you, is a way to find out who you are, what you feel, where you belong.
Lots of great insights here. Here’s something I wrote on that just my 2c
Creating
It’s a special thing to create something
But not just anything will do
This thing is work drawn from the cave of consciousness
For me, it’s words and stories; thoughts and explanations
The narrative of navigating life is rich and endless – at least until I die
And after that the words live on – perhaps
Unless they simply die with me: evaporate and leave the world untouched
Perhaps that is the fear that drives me
The fear that everything I am and do; have done; will do
Amounts to nothing – I doubt it though
Relationships are interactive: they have a residue
That wraps itself around our lives – like kudzu
Which defies all regular attempts to remove it
Spreading, clinging – it just needs balance
When we are not where we should be, we fail to thrive or thrive too much
We are a native species somewhere
We just need to find out where
The relationships we travel through and with will help
Is this journey for ourselves or something greater?
The journey must start with me but not end there
If it does, I will have failed
And the residue will be inconsequential – a waste
Sometimes we don’t see what is right next to us
We don’t unwrap the gift that has been given to us
In the end it seems creating is not destroying
Beautiful poignant reflection Neil.