love is a given, as is grace….
we live in a society that favours specialties and routine, systemizing a categorizing. when you exist more in openness and generalities, as what an artist embodies by default (and we’re all artists), you frequently run into walls, and attitudes, and perspectives that just don’t compute….
all the rushing around and bumping into things isn’t going to ever add up to fulfilment and purpose. incessant doingness is but a coping mechanism for the spirit’s unrest; rest more.
when 99.9% of all we will be, do, or have doesn’t really matter, the least you can do, truly, is be of beneficence and uplift everywhere you happen to go….
life is quite bluntly asking us to step up, and step in to the desires and shifts that have been churning away in the ethers and dust, in the space before, in potentiality, in dreams and pure imaginings….