The Exercise of Life

I have issues.....most of us do. Keb Mo, a masterful blues artist sings, " I got a suitcase, I take it wherever I go". Well, packed in my little red sports car of a suitcase is periodical dances with depression. I inherited the ability to visit the darkness from my Dad. He was, for the most part, unable to find his way out. I watched him as well as other people close to me suffer from this and it hurts to see what it does to their light.We all have are own way of handling our emotional dance partner. My own brand of medicine is daily encounters with exercise and creativity. Regular bouts of both soften the hardness and bring light to my life. When I run, I tend to let my mind wander around the universe. During one of these runs I had a revelation and it was simply this....I am loved. Now, I'm not talking about a religious deity sort of love, although that's pretty incredible, too. No, I mean I actually realized just how much love flows towards me. Love from my friends, family, clients, dogs and yes, dare I say, even clay. It was such a bitch slap sort of cognition coupled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude that I actually started crying, sobbing really, right there in the middle of the street with my dog Daisy looking up at me like I was full of crazy. Now, the admittance of my depression and the realization of being loved may seem disjointed but hear me out. If I can focus and draw upon the fact that I am loved whether by a two legged animal, a person or a seemingly benign product such as clay during these somewhat dark periods then what happens next is indisputable. This simple act of changing the direction of my thoughts instantly makes the heaviness subside. Darkness cannot withstand the light of one candle. And there's more! Creatives know that when we let go of trying to control the outcome of our creation, Magic and life have a chance to show up. In a beautifully weird sort of way, being creative on a regular basis brings forth more creativity and more creativity keeps the boogeyman away and then the whole Love thing shows up and before you know it ....You ARE Love. I just love it when Life shows up and teaches us how to see the light........

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The ART of Choice

In any given moment we have a choice. It may be as simple and mundane as what to eat , where to go or whether or not a nap is in our immediate future :). Whether we realize it or not, every choice we make, whether conscious or otherwise comes from us. We all have the tendency to blame our condition on something outside of ourselves, and to a certain extent, this might be true. However......more often than not, it's ALL us doing a fine......or not so fine job of "driving the bus".There have been a few events in the past two weeks that have rocked me to the core. They haven't happened to me personally but to friends that had taken up residence in my heart long ago. I hurt for them, my heart aches for them and there are clouds in my soul. If I sat in this pain long enough, it would swallow me whole. This is where the essence of my creative being must rise and make a choice for life, to create something beautiful in response to the sadness and tragedy and to hopefully help the ones I love in the process. All I can ever hope to be is this......to be present for the people that I love and care for, to listen and acknowledge their pain and to create life in the midst of it. I owe it to them, I owe to myself and I owe it to Life.

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