(close up of a new hand bound journal cover I am in the process of making)
Another year begins. It never ceases to amaze me how life moves along and the unexpected always happens (and somehow surprises me, because I expect things to remain constant despite knowing full well that they never are).
I begin the year with the knowledge that how things flow is largely dependent upon my own actions.
I become disconnected from myself when I neglect my urge to create.
Working with colour gives me joy and feeds me in a way that only it can.
Meditation is not an option but a requisite.
Discipline is the only path to accomplishment.
Bliss is to be found everywhere, all the time.
Shiva Paintstiks will rub off on your keyboard if you don’t wash your hands before typing.
Ideas are like popcorn kernels; store them in a jar until you are ready to make them pop.
Community, whether real or virtual, feeds the soul just as well as solitude; both are necessary to thrive.
Giving thanks to Effy Wild who went live on Ustream today and inspired me to create a new journal.
To a joyous, blissful, productive and enlightened new year.
This aging and expelling process is typical of all stars. As stars age and die, they burn progressively heavier and heavier elements, beginning with hydrogen and ending with iron.
This struck me as funny… perhaps this would explain my inability to metabolize iron… I’m on my last evolutionary legs, perhaps. Now wouldn’t that be refreshing? Maybe I’ve become the symbolic equivalent of a Red Giant, spewing out almost all of my “heavier elements. These elements are the building blocks of all planets, including our own Earth (as well as of human beings and any other life forms that may exist in the universe).”