I am the friend of whoever is lonely

Leamuse comments:

Sometimes we forget that one can be lonely in a group of people.

Early childhood taught me that I was safest alone and I am never lonely. That being said, I adore people and must set aside time to be alone and remain flexible. Writing and painting are solitary pursuits but the choir is not. Trying to improve my french takes me out to communicate with my wonderful neighbours and get involved in village life. So far the balance is working.

Me:
One is ALWAYS alone – that ´s the most basic human predicament.

Those who no longer flee this insight are the right company, usually those persons with whom we can share life, friendship, the right kind of frequencies…

It strikes me now that “right company” is about sharing solitude after all, don´t you think…?

Most people try to escape this truth, being constantly on the run.
How can you feel other than “lonely” with them – the more suitable word would be rather “deserted” – as you can never reach them, as they never reach their own inner center… and as we know, center is found only by those who deliberately explore their loneliness.

What do you think?

What if artistry and self-expression is not a matter of luxury
but of inner necessity?

Intelligence is not afraid of mistakes

Her words were so winning and charming, yet she felt an urge to excuse herself:

“So many typos…forgive my idiotic writing in my email.
I don’t proofread as much because an email is less formal and I don’t spend hours editing it, I just free write.”

Me:

Who cares about typos as long as there is emotion and vivid intention behind words…?

I see so many writing skillfully, yet there is a vehement lack in their texts – no substance, no life…NO LIVING PURPOSE…

I love mistakes – yes, they are oftentimes more pinpointing than something “rightly” done.

Indeed, fools are always afraid of mistakes, you see them everywhere – people lacking intelligence, taking themselves too seriously.

For sure, the one who is not afraid of mistakes is more open-minded, more prone to grow, question and discover…

Quoting Pablo Picasso

Art is never chaste.
It ought to be forbidden
to ignorant innocents,
never allowed into
contact with those not
sufficiently prepared.
Yes, art is dangerous.
Where it is chaste,
it is not art.

Courtesy Igor Amelkovich

A great nude photographer

http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=1458850

A reply to Heidi

You see,

I don´t want to reach “all the people all the time”. If I manage to reach You, if you allow my words TO PERMEATE YOU, in that readiness the new kind of energy I keep talking about can be created.
That energy is your readiness to be touched – that is the feedback I call for.

We need great honesty. The courage to see things differently, to listen, trust, question and reach out.
We need above all COURAGE TO EMBRACE OUR REAL EMOTIONS, whatever they may be.

We live in a horribly sterile age, and we have to recognize this fact if we want to make a difference.

Why do you think your poetry was sitting on a shelf gathering dust? Why do you think my music shares the same destiny?
Because there is no living context today to share poetry, music and love.
These natural expressions have become some kind of either the privilege of some lunatics, “excentric rubbish” or superfluous undertaking – as nobody is interested in real emotion anymore.
Life has to meet life, otherwise I can recite my poetry or play my compositions to a wall…

THIS IS THE REASON WHY I WANTED TO START MIRRORS OF ENCOUNTERS:
Out of an inner urge to create true contact, some kind of extended context where, truth,
true knowledge and Art can blossom.

TRUE EMOTIONAL ENCOUNTERS GENERATE LIFE AND INSPIRATION.

God knows why, but people – for an unfathomable reason – DON´T WANT TO BE
TOUCHED ANYMORE, DON´T WANT TO FEEL ANYTHING.

Everything feels so hollow, because people refuse to look within, dismissing their feelings.
THEY REFUSE TO SEE HOW THEY REALLY FEEL. They want to remain dumb, numb,
hollow and indifferent.

It is this indifference to one another, but above all, this indifference I see in people when it comes to acknowledging their inner life, makes me infuriated.

Whatever is true has to be reciprocated – above all – in ourselves. To let that inspiration sink within us.
To give ourselves, but also one another, a little more space, patience, vivid and
genuine interest and loving attention.

Whatever you give yourself, that is, your emotions in unadulterated form, will reach out to me and everyone around.

An older post of mine about Inspiration

Me:
“You challenge me to write at length…” I told her with a blink of an eye that
apparently didn´t get through.

She:
“No challenge…” she answered, “writing is not a competition friend…it is just art, pure and simple, an inner expression brought out for all to see through their own eyes.”

Me:
There was nothing but an innocent joke…really. Who can challenge the real creating process …?

Inspiration – as you know – is a fact.
CERTAIN PEOPLE OPEN DOORS BY THEIR MERE PRESENCE.
The resonance of a single word said at the right place…

When I said “you challenge me” I meant you might inspire me.

Opposites give birth to each other.
Color and the colorless, Night and Day are each other´s fulfilling complement,
swiftly following each other in perfect equilibrium, never struggling to annul each other – like humans do…

Imagine if people understood this grand and beautiful truth…

When we are “empty” Life takes charge

Despite unlikely hard work, it feels as I “haven´t achieved” anything…
I don´t identify in the least with all this writing…

Sometimes I look at these posts of mine, and read them smiling as if
written by someone else.

It´s kind of great fun. Some of them are pertinent, other not…Still…

All in all, writing is a great tool to empty my mind, something helping me to not know…

In fierce contradiction to what is considered right, “Not knowing”- that is putting aside
the burden of “knowing” – is felicity…the highest and most natural form of “existing.”

Richard:
I feel exactly the same with my posts. It’s like water pouring out of my fingers and vanishing in the soil. Hopefully something positive will grow. Can you write more about this?

Me:
Indeed Richard, if something is to grow it needs space. In order to create a new space,
we have to take the risk of constantly keeping our mind empty.
Remembrance has consequence and has no consequence…

What happened years, weeks or seconds ago has contributed to who we are now.
We don´t own the past even if it feels like being “ours”.
Thereby, the taste of the past is within us, but we don´t need to remember it literally.

We do feel deserted when facing the “memory-less” now.
WHO ARE WE WITHOUT THE MEMORY OF BECOMING…?
To deliberately put behind us our memories – either good or bad – is the thing,
if we want to live in Perpetual Renewal.

The good wine doesn´t always remember the process of having become wine. It lingers in its precious taste.

Let us abandon ourselves in this delightful taste of Now.

Let the delightful wine generously pour.  Its perfume will remember us.

Let´s get honest here

I reblog this post by chillersandthrillers.com

Who do you really write for?

If you say your audience…think again.

The real answer? You. That’s right… you write for you. If you aren’t writing material that excites you, that feeds your soul…how do you think anyone else will like it? If you don’t like it or love it…no one else will either.

You write to satisfy:

  • your needs

  • your wants

  • your desires

  • YOU

Your audience is secondary. Yes, you have to keep your audience in mind…but always remember you are the FIRST and most important audience of all. No it isn’t selfish, it is self-mindful. It’s true in any important endeavor we do. So recognize your true audience and your secondary audience. Both are important and to keep in mind as you write.

Never write with money as the audience or even publishers or editors. If you do, it will not ring true. If it is not from your heart and soul, from you for you…then find another career or life-calling. You will save your self and others time and heart-break.

Sit down with yourself and find out what type of books and movies speak to you the loudest.

  • What draws you the most?

  • What captures your imagination?

  • What connects to you?

Then write.

It all starts and ends in…

…that mysterious point where light becomes shadow and shadow light.

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