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Welcome to my art and writing site. You will find lots of information based on my personal experience with creativity and mental health, I hope it helps you. If you like what you read please leave a comment.
Jan10

Usefulness

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                    Usefulness  

When I reincarnate I would like to be a cow for a while. A mild cow feeding people and kittens, happily grazing in a lush green meadow until my usefulness ends.

Then I would reincarnate as a teacher of worldly skills. Teaching how to be a good citizen, honesty, integrity, responsibility, respectfulness, self-control until my usefulness ends.

Then I would stay a ghost for a while to elevate souls that are stuck in self-loathing languishing in between man’s energy and heaven. Eons will go by until my usefulness ends.

Then I will arrive on a flesh and blood, mortal world as a human on a new planet to explore. I will not remember my last human life and that is very good. In my blood I will know my ancestors and have their resource to accompany me on journey to my full potential until my usefulness ends.

Again and again, I will endlessly live where I am welcome until my usefulness ends. 

Jan10

Music and Love

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In the cacophony of the city existed an unpredicted tune that will bring two strangers together.

In his daily mundane routine Oliver became aware of smooth background jazz of Dave Brubeck. Brubeck’s “Take Five” was sweeping and dancing through the air.

It was raining as he stopped at the coffee shop. This was part of his usual routine and habit. He sat at a table looking around lost in thought.

The barista changed the entire energy of the coffee shop by playing “Moonlight Sonata” by Beethoven. Oliver didn’t mind, he was winding down after a long day. The music unexpectedly resonated deep within.

As he was glancing around, he noticed an attractive young lady. Becca was engrossed in reading at the corner table not noticing Oliver. To Oliver she was familiar. He felt connected to her as if the music had invisible strings connecting them.

Each note became a love language, evoking vulnerability, a spell cast, and wordless words not yet spoken.

At the last chord Oliver found the courage to approach Becca. In this small coffee shop under awkward hellos, raindrops, cascading music, enchantment and mystery begins a serendipitous new love story for two solitary souls.

Jan5

Leather Shoes

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I saw a young man about thirty years old with fancy expensive leather shoes with heels. About one and a half inches at least. He glided across the street, purposeful. There was a slight rustling of wind in his black hair. He looked an ambitious sort.

Charming looking and handsome. Was he off to an important meeting? Did he insist on being traditional rather than an ordinary man wearing sneakers?

I looked around to see if anyone else had fancy leather shoes with heels. No one. Most people wear sneakers these days for comfort and sneakers are inexpensive compared to fancy leather shoes with heels.

Wonder what he did for a living. What was his personality? Are people who wear fancy leather shoes with heels different from those who wear sneakers?

I will never know his story. But in the brief look I had of the man with the fancy leather shoes with heels is a reminder that we can be inspired to wonder about the story behind the choices people make.

Jan3

Old Friend

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I have one friend from childhood. We met when I was 15 and he was 17. We used to play guitar and piano together. His family was wonderful. His voice was like velvet. We had tons of fun, and we were a couple for two years. He went his way, and I went mine.

We reconnected a few years later and the same thing happened.

It’s really strange because for the following years we ran into each other often. We could not get away from each other. We couldn’t be a couple for unknown reasons. But we always kept in touch with each other.

When his Mom passed away, we reminisced about how we all used to sing together. I said my goodbyes to this wonderful lady who really welcomed me.

Every year at Christmas we exchange Christmas cards and each year my dear friend would burn a CD for me of old movies and jazz music and other subjects we were always interested in. One year he sent me an old VCR tape of us at his house on Christmas with our families. I cried when I saw this. We were so happy.

This year I got my Christmas card with a CD and the only words on the card were “It’s been a rough year.”

I do keep in touch with his sister too and she said that my friend is suffering with back problems, blood problems and some other dangerous stuff. My friend does not want to need my help because he has a support system.

We don’t run into each other anymore. We have chosen to remember all the good times, the conversations, the connection we had in these past five decades.

I guess that is how it is when you finally get old enough to realize how much you really loved each other and how it is too late to have a life together.

I will always remember my dear friend and if we are lucky perhaps, we will meet in the afterlife.

Dec17

Prayers

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Did you ever wonder how many people in a crowd are praying? A woman worrying about paying bills and her children. A man in a suit feeling down about a job he is stuck in because he has a family. An elderly person with a problematic medical diagnosis. A parent with a homeless child or incarcerated loved one. A displaced family with nowhere to go. The list of challenges is endless.

Do higher powers really hear us? Are our prayers really answered?

I hope all prayers are answered, I wish for all to be happy. I wish all to be safe and fed.

Prayer is always good; we just don’t know how our problems will work out.

Dear Ancestors and Inner Family,

Thanks for being here, hope you heard my prayers today.

Love, Me.

Oct26

Walking Past the Cemetery

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Walking past the cemetery I was inspired to write a little slice of life vignette. Based on a true story, my true experience.

I live across the street form a cemetery dating back to the 1700’s which is amazing for a big city. History abounds there. Spiritual sacrifices happen there, chickens, liquor, collectors of cemetery dirt happen there, certain Santos live there.

On a corner section grounds visible from the sidewalk there are two great pillars of smooth stone. Both are three stories high. One has a six-foot cross on top. The other has an eleven-foot Jesus poised welcomely.

On my obligatory walk to the supermarket the cross was off the top of the pillar and sideways nearly upside down on the dirt ground. I didn’t think much of it.

Months later on my customary walk to the supermarket, there was Jesus upside down on the dirt ground.

The grounds keepers noticed and placed Jesus right side up planted firmly on the dirt ground next to the pillar. Jesus was not placed on top of the stone pillar. It’s better that way. They have not righted the cross yet.

I can’t say who or what pushed the cross and Jesus down because there’s security making rounds all night ever since a homeless man camped out in a mausoleum after removing the resident dead body.

You can’t climb straight up the pillars, there is nothing to adhere and hold on to.

I can say that I have lived here long enough to know this very old cemetery has mysterious ways of interpreting sacrifices, chicken, liquor, stolen dirt, petitions from those wearing all white and those that pray at the cemetery gates.

Dec26

Happy Holidays 2021

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As this year comes to an end we are faced with another new beginning.

I wish every one a happy and healthy and well balanced New Year 2022.

Oct29

Thoughtful Thursday #318 – Keep Trying

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I had lots of problems with posting on my blog for the past few weeks, don’t know what happened but I can’t us Chrome any more. I can only post from Microsoft Edge.

I spent hours with a tech and he kept saying that it was something that I was doing wrong, he would not take into consideration that I have been posting on this blog for many years.

So I tried some of his suggestions and of course they didn’t work. I contacted WordPress again and this time a tech who had much more patience figured out what the problem was, she didn’t explain exactly why the changes occurred but at least I can post again.

In the past I would have given up right away, however now I can be patient enough to see these types of frustrating situations through to the end.

When I can tolerate some discomfort and come out on the other side of it I feel accomplished and that boosts my self esteem.

So don’t give up, do good for your self and keep trying.

Sep24

Thoughtful Thursday #317 – Writing

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Writing about writing, I write to get clarity in what I am struggling with. Lately for some reason it has been really difficult to write about anything.

I am not sure why, I have a hunch that this resistance is from some internal, unconscious, conflict. One part of me wants to write her heart out and the other parts makes her forget because it may bring too much attention to us. She is afraid of people, she wants to stay invisible, it’s safer this way.

I want this scared part of me to know that we will be OK, I will never let anyone hurt or humiliate her again. We are safe now and she can rest and not be on guard so much.

I hope she hears me and can trust me.

 

Sep10

Thoughtful Thursday #316 – Secrets

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Some secrets are good, like not revealing what a birthday gift is or a Christmas gift or some other information that is not harmful in some way.

Some secrets are confidential, embarrassing, shameful.

Some secrets should not be held in your mind if it is making you uncomfortable or feel upset.

Should you reveal all questionable secrets? Not to everyone, but if you are holding secrets that are becoming explosive and tearing you apart emotionally, it is very important to reveal these secrets to someone trusted like a therapist or write them in a journal.

By revealing secrets that are harmful it acts like a steam release, you will feel better and get some emotional distance in order to calm down.

Keeping secrets can make lots of trauma and that is deadly to one’s mental health.

If you must keep secrets at least release them in a safe way.

Your mental health is at stake and you are entitled to a peaceful life not matter what it takes.