Inside

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Inside my mind

I rewind time

Rereading and over analyzing the messages between each line

I am restless and reactive

Tied down by time

Time- as man has constructed it

Time- as man has constricted it

Wrapped and bound by minutes, seconds, hours and days

Living in the present as if I am in the past or somewhere in the future

Forgetting that time freed from the constraints of clocks and calendars is timeless

Timeless

Inside my mind

I am suppressing my feelings of oppression

Oppressed by my own repression of my personal truth

Inside my consciousness

I watch my mind dart back and forth, attempting to control the uncontrollable

Attempting to explain the unexplainable and attain the unattainable

I am aware of this moment and what it feels like

I am aware that it is all out of my control

This is beautiful because to step out of control is to step into flow

Inside of my consciousness

I invite my mind to relax

To stop rewinding time or fast forwarding to the future

To relinquish control to universal flow

To dwell in the present moment

My mind excepts my invitations

And together we dance in the happiness of present moment awareness on the grounding green grasses of gratitude as the sunbeams warm awareness full of light to even our darkest places

Inside my consciousness

My mind is free
Art info:

J. Henry Marley

Cattle Brand (1935)

watercolor on paper

via: Smithsonian online library

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The Birth of an Idea

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I’ve given birth  many times but I have no children.

I give birth to ideas.

During the right life experience, visual, physical, mental,and emotional sensations  shoot through my mind touching all the right spots causing an orgasm of thought.

This union of myself and life experience spark creation and the seed of an idea is planted.

I begin to feel my idea growing inside the womb of my mind. I nourish it with information and love. I crave silence and chamomile tea. There are sleepless nights and occasionally I am irritable.

 Then I give birth.

Pushing, Praying, Painting, Poems, Pottery, Photos

Whoosh

My idea is born.

This little creation will one day be my big idea. As it grows I must remember to have no expectations – I will simply guide it.

Although it is my idea, this creation still has a destiny, a journey, and a purpose all of its own.

I am a woman.

Through me life passes.

So it feels quite natural to birth ideas and give you all life.

I’ve given birth many times but I have no children.

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Painting Information:
Hananian Harari (1912-2000)
The Beauty Parlor (1937)
Oil on canvas 
via: http://collections.si.edu/search/
Photo courtesy of: T.R.