#contempation

~ artwork ~ I recently had 3 artworks accepted into Art 634‘s exhibition “Facing Realities: An Exploration of All Facets of “Face.” This is the 2nd of their 3-part themed exhibition – “The Power of Words: A Transformative Art Series” – held throughout 2025. (Click here to see the artworks from the first exhibition “Expanding Horizons: An Exploration of Space.”) “Facing Realities: An…

As for me - I do believe I shall return to WordPress, a place I more recently called home and thoroughly enjoyed. The members are friendly and do reach out to each other, forming a supportive community that I love. I won't join for about a month yet as I am participating in NaNoWriMo Camp - which begins July 1st. Between that and work, won't have time for much else, so...I must do what I must do!

Anyway, just a thought I wanted to share - and to explain why my writing.com account is inactive for any who check in on it. ;). And, I'm off - to clean - or to write - or something. LOL

Let me make no mistake about it, we are living in difficult times. Whatever our beliefs and values may be, they are under siege by opposing values or by the tenuousness of “truth” itself as a standard upon which we can collectively agree.

Some call it a return to tribalism: a refraction of identity into sub-cultural group affiliations. Clan-like factions abound; whom can you talk to or trust?…

- Haruki Murakami (in ‘What I Talk About When I Talk About Running’)

In my personal understanding, the more we refuse the pain, the more we will suffer when it comes. Since pain could come anytime unpredictably in the name of disappointment or failure or anything. Yet we can always have celebration as another option instead. Celebrating huge moments of life. For instance, celebrating heartbreak. Why? Surely because we survived it while some other people out there didn’t make it through. They committed suicide when facing this stage of life. Isn’t it a blessing to be successfully passed the storm? The truth is once we can dance under the thunderstorm, there would be no place that we cannot dance anymore. If bitterness could be enjoyed, could you imagine how it feels when we finally find sugar? And that’s definitely the art of being grateful.

I was angry, often

there is still the potential for this to come

but the mechanisms that feed the rush of sharp

angry needles and prickly posturing

have been defused, exposed and found spurious

As i move along though i can have very strong statements

my way of relating, expressed obtusely and in generalities like

"the world is so full of shit"

now please, allow me expound on this shloka of renunciation:

First - "the world" is what experiences accumulate, which day by day

i find most unsatisfactory, tending towards sadness

while there is much joy, it is like a desert that leads only to sadness

short term joy only a custardy oasis - nothing to hold on to as

it dries all over you.

Next - "is" - now trying to expound on "is" when i am still

coming to terms with my teachers using tiny words like this and

attributing far more meaning than one thought possible "is" hard.

"is" beside "the world" - like a lens recreating an image of its focus

so this "is" of the world - speaks of universality, pervasiveness and

that i am about to equate another concept or apply a metaphor.

Finally, the "Full of Shit" idiom can be defined as

"completely wrong, false, or worthless".

So i mean "Full of Shit" to mean "false" in this case.

I didn't just say false because i wanted to convey an unpleasantness

as well as

a tendency towards being misidentified, misleading and misunderstood.

Our life, from being born onwards is a gross misunderstanding

To get beyond that is to get beyond the world since what is the world

other than perceptions and deceptive appearances which we don't

have the means to describe other than with big vague language

or perhaps better images

or best just the taste of breath, joy of seeing, spine tingles, smell of

baked bread and

the musical natural wind resonating in voices well trained to sing.

Which beautiful things make us want, then decide we need more

and we are lost

on a wild chase that ends in frustration, addiction, disappointment.

Yet the world has something wonderful and innocent about it and we

are the deceiving ourselves and making it "Full of Shit" - the false is us

September 25th, 2013.

So it's day 1 of my 365 project. To be honest, I've kind of been looking forward to this for over a week. Now that it's finally here, I'm even more unsure of how it'll go than I was before. And with that, one breath...and let's dive in. 

You know that feeling you get when you've missed someone, but it's not until you physically see that person again that you realize just how much you missed them? I absolutely love that feeling. Maybe it's my favorite feeling. It's like your heart just bursts inside your chest and fills you with this unreal love and admiration that you didn't even know you were capable of. It's even better when it's a complete surprise. When you realize you missed someone even when you thought you hadn't, now there's a feeling to long for. 

Sometimes people grab your attention and admiration before they even open their mouths. Sometimes they win you over with time. And with all these people, sometimes I can't help but wonder if my heart will have room for all this wonderful. But maybe that's why your heart has to burst every once in a while. Then, it can grow a little bit bigger.