a day of swinging moods
Mood:
irritated
Now Playing: why not art as a way to live
Topic: fine art
i hope that within the next few days things will be looking up .. today has not been great .. and yet ... and yet . i've known worse . so as a day here goes ..
i woke late ..and to be honest hoped for another day like yesterday . and of course once i pinned my colours to the mast . i was in for a shock .. as this always means disappointment and to be honest i don't know why i do it if only to ward off any suffering ..
so after breakfast i was ready for some taichi . and an hour later i found that i felt rather overwhelmed .. i guess that over the last 4 days i have held things in limbo through the use of art as a means to root out any pain that i have suffered .. it s my way of self expression .. and a way to begin the healing process .. today i however was not saying that i was getting better .. no sir
today i was looking at the hideous nature of my perceptions .. the tree . became my vent .. and a way to transport me to that hellish place that i had considered a closed book .. i looked at my drawing and saw .. something awful yet compelling .. something that once belonged to heaven and now was .. caught on canvas .. i was reminded of my early years .. late mid teens .. and yet i was uncomfortably conscious of the unholy nature of my etching .. and yes i was brought down to earth .. back to earth as was my subject .. after a few hours of drawing i was quite exhausted and craved nostalgia.. something to cling to .. and yet all the pointers were saying move forward .. let go of the past .. grow . and so after lunch i settled down to some comedy and soon began to feel i needed to stand .. Qi Qong has me now .. and after 45 mins plus a reiki session of 55 mins and not last but no means least a yoga sitting meditation for another 40 mins or so i forget .. felt more human and was feeling hungry ..
chicken and potato great and after well a walk that enabled me to take a few photos .. in the rather beautiful heat of the late afternoon .. the day was at its best and i marvelled at the flowers the tulips .. in red and yellow .. the rapid nature of nature .. and so returning home a second time today i picked up the phone .. and talked with mum .. and felt stronger .. than i have done for a while now ..
and yet still those ghosts still speak although distant and i would say quite humanly .. and i suppose that s my fear .. some kind of reasoning behind all this ..
and now the day is bright the colours almost golden the sky a blue that speaks of infinite spirit .. and yet i am troubled . as to the journey that i have found myself .. i have somehow come across difficult times and can find no reason for the change .. backwaters ..
i should be pleased that my labours have born fruit .. my brain age is down to a comfortable 30 yrs today .. whilst if i get to choose the exercises that figure is 23 yrs .. now that is quite wonderful news i hope .. 20 yrs being the optimum .
anyhow it seems that Spring is here in full bloom .. and i am grateful to have used the day constructively .
i feel that going back 12 yrs is a mixed blessing .. as was going back to when i was 23 yrs old.. and yet it is a strange feeling to be as young as your spine .. and as young as the brain you were given only 20 yrs previously ... i guess that means that emotions aside . all is well ..
thanks now to those who count and to good luck to good fortune . to good neighbours landlords to laughter and tears to good food music to comedy and radio tv to waking up and to skills learned over the course of time .
i imagine that even though my brain has regained it's youth .. i still have memories that terrify and cause so much trouble .. however better that than the alternative ..
to sense and limb to good friends to angels out there and family to medicine to vitamins to good mental health and physical health to grand spiirts to work and teachers Andrew and Rose to fellow yogis and Jane June Kay and Pauline . to toys to phones to gardening to hobbies to books to nintendo DS to sleep to sunny weather .. to reiki to tai chi yoga and exercise to meditation to help with living and to rent paid and to art
one thing that scared me even more that what i thought i had drawn .. that being the fallen Promethous head first in the earth .. in the guise of a tree .. or perhaps on hindsight .. arial trapped in the tree .. but the most scarry was that it was Pooh .. having dug a hole to capture a heffalump ..and found himself trapped instead .. that was scarry . thanks to some taoist writer that i shall never forget ..Hoff Benjamin . and the tao of pooh .. thanks again ..
Posted by ecomill
at 7:33 PM BST