18 February 2019
Archive for the ‘Writing Through the Chakras’ Category
10 February 2019
Talked with a friend yesterday about the difference we need to remember: between being a human doing and human being. We’re driven to do, and we forget how much we need and should value rest.
Make art about rest, about the struggle to rest, about your restful place, about finding real rest.
2 February 2018
“Home is how we inhabit the world.”-Louisa Thomsen Brits
Make art inspired by this quote.
31 January 2018
Make art about daily actions that show respect for others, about tolerance, about countering divisiveness.
27 January 2018
When I was a child, my parents, who very much lived lives of service, took us little kids with them when they volunteered, at migrant farm camps, at the soup kitchen, while working with refugee families or others, wherever their volunteerism took them. Today, I was blessed to work with amazing parents who are teaching their children by setting the same examples, modeling for them lives of service. The children worked with us, learning what I learned as a kid—that we are, in fact, our brothers’ keepers, and that, yes, a single act of kindness, of service, can make the world a better place.
Make art about what we teach children by our actions.
28 January 2018
Make art about feeling unsafe, about steps you take to make yourself feel safe again, about taking down your own dragons.
23 January 2018
Make art about lingering at the edges of a dream.
13 January 2018
Thinking a lot about the ancestors, about how my DNA report reads like a mini United Nations, about the courage and desperation and desire they must have felt, possessed, to leave their homelands, from eleven different regions of the globe, leaving all they knew, for all kinds of reasons, some forced and others willing, escaping starvation, violence, but all without any idea of what lay before them.
Did they all know they would never go home again? What will it must have taken to survive. Do I carry that same strength of will? Do I honor what it took, what they went through. with my own life? A life I owe them?
Make art about who dances in your blood.