About a dream

I had a dream, an interesting dream really I dreamed people were watching me dream.

Organized

In my attempt to get organized, I some how unorganized me, lost I have been among the clutter of tasks to do, until the point of organizational needs have completely replaced me.

A many thanks for the giving.

Thanks for the giving.

To all those in my life who have taken the time to give, no matter how trivial, we now share memories, these memories we built are as vast as the harvest feast, I toil to prepare.
Come ye, Come ye, let us lay our yokes aside, let us view our tables as full!

For the Feast of the Harvest is beginning of the giving moon! May yours be filled with Spirits!

A tip of the cup I offer thee.

Time?

As for time, measure time if you will or if you can, for time itself is immeasurable. Of my time I do adjust my conduct and even my course of my very spirit according to the hours and seasons.
Yet the timeless in me is aware of life's timelessness, and knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is but today’s dream.
Embrace time passed with remembrance, Look for time yet passed with the longing as it is your dream.

Contempt and Opinions

Contempt and Opinions are brothers when you invite them to an argument. They dance with the twins Jealousy and Envy all made from the harmony of fear. Remember these least your expectations be your journey of your day.

Opinions are like onions

Opinions are like onions, they belong in the stew of life, but I wouldn’t want to make frosting out of them. As an author they just give me a reason to write. Unfortunately as a parent my responsibilities end there, sometimes its better to keep my mouth shut.

People tell me things can’t be done all the time, few offer solutions with their opinions.

People tell me things can’t be done all the time, few offer solutions with their opinions.

 

 

If I was to stop and believe that things were impossible then I would have very little success. Worse still I would have no motivation to accept the issue, nor the support to perceive it as a challenge.

 

There is no song unwritten, no canvas yet stretched that contains contemp. As an artist, a business owner I have to believe that, as a parent I have to demonstrate it.

 

As I look back at my childhood, I want to say I was one of the very fortunate to have a parent so involved in art, it would seem this time of year those memories seem to fit in so well. There would be days where I would walk in from school and the whole front room was a “Moms” project, from quilts to doll houses or a simple painting she owned the house, and any spare time she would manipulate you out of.

 

There were two things I learned never to say while working on those projects, I don’t know how; which would lead to a journey into the library where art books abound.

 

The other was “I had a problem”; these always lead to a lecture about challenges and two solutions. “For every problem there is at least two solutions, your problem find your solution.”

 

Setting here writing this I wonder if more than half of them art projects were a way she could show me those very truths.

Humbling isnt it.

I have found my adventures in anger are most times very dangerous. I believe that even justified anger ought to be left to those better qualified to handle it.

Of passions

Passion is a wish in your heart unbound, unaltered, A dream in your head unattainable, unchanged.

Desires????

Of desire the temptress, chained to the spirit of flesh, of scents, it is her you dance with as you splurge your coins. Her comfort is in her disguise as she bends the ear of your thought. Long has she danced in your mind using your vanity as a drum.