i was going to do a different blog than this one; a zen-do-da blog (see link for more on zen-do-da if you don’t know what that is)
i was all set to be blissful and encouraging and uplifting. i’ve read The Secret, you know, and other books like that. i DO believe that we have the option and power to make our lives what we want. sort of. i mean, i believe that changing our thoughts for the better equals finding and receiving better things. but this blog went south on me…sort of literally.
so i’m in the bathroom (hey we all poop, there’s a book about it)
and i’m reading one of these happy books, telling me that i’m in control. usually in these situations (moments of … reclining in the restroom) i’m working a Sudoku puzzle. i know, i know, TMI. whatever. but i’m out of puzzles for this purpose, so i’m reading this feel good book and making notes with my little red pen. and i’m all “la la la, life is good” when i drop my pen down the toilet. for real??
and i’m wondering to myself: how does an artist or writer apply the ideas and beliefs of the Secret to his life? and i’m hoping any of you followers out there will join in on this as a discussion. because The Secret poses a dilemma for those of us in the art industry.
if i were a professional bowler, or a mail delivery agent, or a worker in any one of a million different fields, i could see how The Secret thinking could improve my life and my productivity. but for those of us who are writers and artists, how do we make this work?
if you haven’t read The Secret, i highly recommend you do. otherwise you will have no idea what i’m talking about here, and that’s no fun at all. basically the premise is that what you think is what you get. if you put out a bunch of negative thoughts and energy, that’s what you are bringing right back to you. if, on the other hand, you are putting out love, and happiness, and good thoughts, you will be getting back same.
ok, you may or may not agree with all that. that we will save for another blog.
this blog wants discussion.
if i’m a writer, i can’t just sit and write about a girl picking daisies all day. boring. then she goes and walks along the beach, and finds a million dollars in a packet of 10’s and 20’s, non sequentially numbered and wrapped in a pink bow, so she doesn’t even have to claim taxes if she doesn’t want. and along came mr. right, you get the picture. i can’t do this. as an artist, i CAN’T sit and look at the beautiful all day long, because that isn’t where all the heart tearing emotions lie.
the heart tearing emotions, the things that MOVE us are in the dark! they are lying in a gutter, homeless and underfed. they are sitting at the table with a morning cup of coffee, crying over their mashed up marriage or their dying soul. they are tying themselves up in sheets at night from tossing and turning over their nightmares. THIS is where the interest is for a writer, or painter, or a poet. the angst. the pain. the agonizing loneliness of life.
because we all feel it at times, and tapping into that commonality is magical, and links us all together till we are one spool of thread.
so all you blogging authors and feely artists out there, how do we make The Secret work for us, without losing the inspiration that grief and sorrow provide?
OK, so i’ve been on WordPress for a while. started this blog basically as a way to help me deal with my diagnosis of Multiple Personality Disorder, but it’s usually more of an artistic outlet than anything else. but i’ve avoided these “post a day” challenges they have on the site, because, honestly, you guys who follow this blog know how sporadic it is. four posts a week followed by one in five months kind of reliability.
but, i liked the idea of this challenge: to photograph something from above. and so, shoot, i’m going to try to do the post a week challenge, so that at least i will be trying to put up something every week, even if it’s just a picture of one of my dollies!
(for the curious, i work on another blog as well that sucks up all my extra time, “luvlansing.com”, also on WordPress.)
so i was going to put up a blog about how irritating it is to have awesomely great ideas when you are in the shower and can’t write these ideas down. and i wrote a little blog, knowing full well that i’d done a similar blog to this a while back.
“well,” i said to myself, “i’ll just link to that previous blog, in case anyone wants to read the originaller version”. (did you like that word?)
but then, after reading the FIRST blog, i’m like, “huh. that one is waaay better than this one today”.
so then, CRAP – outwitted and outwritten by my own former self! damn, i hate showing myself up with myself!
said link to silly post https://accidentalhappiness.wordpress.com/2010/05/07/dictaphonehead/
i get crap occasionally for being too much of a hoarder … errr … COLLECTOR. well, sometimes there is a method to my madness. (more usually, a madness to my methods)
this for instance:
this is Herman. found him at a thrift store for maybe .39 cents. one day he seemed to need a tie, so i found this ribbon i’d been holding onto for probably seven years. then my sister got rid of an old game of “ants in the pants” from when she was watching some little tyke. now, the game sucks if you are over 2.5 years, and/or can do small mental tasks like reason out the name of yourself. but THE PANTS! so i stuck Herman in the pants, and he is so very dapper, he has to stand next to the TV now and show himself off. truly adorable, and very entertaining to boot.
i don’t want to go to work today. it’s beautiful out: rainy, foggy, green grass greener than the crayon in my box. the wind is blowing, but it’s still warm enough to have the windows open.
this is a day for writing, and imagination. this is a day for creativity, inspiration, and a long nap with a kitty and a mushed up pillow. this isn’t a day to be indoors with grumpy patrons and testy people who only want you for an ear to bend about their list of life long problems. this isn’t a day for weird people who alter your energy because they are from another galaxy far away and have been sent here to warn the earth about impending doom because we haven’t been drinking the right kind of water.
this is a snuggly day, for peace and relaxation and … snuggling. not work.
damn i hate mondays.
loving it … this is uber cool. i don’t know how anyone has the patience or the filangial dexterity for this. i’m pretty sure i would burst a vital organ if i tried this.
it’s like this … i have all these ideas, and projects, and books to write…rooms to clean…stuff and more stuff. and i get this wave of inspiration, or this brilliant flow of creativity. and i’m motivated, not sleeping because the ideas won’t let me, and the hunger to create keeps me up all night, kooky on caffeine, or wakes me up early so that i am groggy and can hardly make it down the stairs without breaking a leg or squishing a cat. and then it happens. i get to the computer and it all leaks out of my brain. all that good creativity, oozing out of my ears. all that brilliance, spreading over my cushion as my head collapses onto the couch and my eyes force themselves shut. it’s like this:
although, the journey may be the best part of the whole damn mess of life; climbing this creative ladder may be more of what i need than a final product.
hmmm…not very Zen today, am i? maybe i just need more coffee…
there used to be something in town called “the Clothesline Project”. admittedly, i havne’t looked into it to see if this is a nationwide thing, or just something here in Lansing. every year during the East Lansing Art Fair (held over by Michigan State University) the Clothesline Project would go up. people would write whatever they wanted on tee shirts, or paint a picture, and then these shirts would be hung up for viewing. most of the ones i saw were for empowerment or healing; people trying to deal with cancer or AIDS; someone recovering from alcohol or drugs; a victim of domestic violence or rape. these shirts saying “I Am Powerful” or “I Can” or “Love Makes the Difference” – whatever the message, these tee shirts strung up on a clothesline had a powerful impact on me every time i saw them.
this art installation -though perhaps not empowering in the same way – is a beautiful piece of work, and at the point i have taken the pictures, it has withstood the weather beautifully.