My art life is in transition, it seems. I almost closed this blog recently, feeling like I did not produce enough content to keep it going.
This is quite ironic. I am the Scribe, after all, and now I laugh to myself as I remember why people hire me to run their business social media campaigns and to write articles for them. They just do not have the time.
This has been a bit of a struggle, until I realized that the real struggle was my resistance to accepting my own pace. This is precisely what I have decided to do.
Well then, the llama is no longer naked. Next, a little trim here and there, a face and that basket saddle. Sometime earlier this week, I practiced three more tangle patterns.
There are many thoughts on my mind. I could voice an opinion about many things I witness, about the news, about the ridiculous behaviors of humans, about inconsiderate people… the list goes on. I keep coming back to the same conclusion: The trick is to not form an opinion at all. The trick is silence. Live and let live. The trick is to decide if my own actions are at peace with the world… and with me.
Often, I think it is that simple; all of us just paying attention to our individual behaviors and deciding how to act in each instant, asking, “Is this worth doing? How does this affect my neighbors?” and so on.
Sometimes, I am able to stop my thoughts in their tracks and to completely step out of a frustrating situation, even as I stand in the midst of it; even while others stand in the midst of it, foaming at the mouth. After a while, I look back and realize that I do not feel that sense of being sapped of energy for having participated. A lot of our actions are just that, draining.
We learn many things in school. We learn facts. We learn to accumulate knowledge so we can embark on a career, but we do not learn how to communicate and how to listen. Maybe school is not the place for this. Maybe the only way to learn this is by trial and error; through living and stumbling and trying to live a bit better each time we get back up.