In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Seven Wonders.”
Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?
Please may I have your attention. Thankyou for giving me your attention. Yes let us talk about our ideas. I see your point of view. You are allowed to believe that. We can be the same and we can be different. Balance is achieved this way.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singular Sensation.”
Today I won 50 million dollars !
The blogs that would follow this one singular sensation in my life would outline the following activities:
There is not much more in this world that I want other than to be a contributing member to my tribe…the humans. Currently the fuel that drives change in this fabulous world that we live in is money. Many of us wish that the currency of change was kindness and cooperation and compassion.
REALITY CHECK!! The world really is not like that at the moment. But by jumping on the “making a difference bandwagon” as opposed to looking out for number one, we can influence each person that we know.
humbly yours,
Justy
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pay It Forward.”
When the mundane job gets tough and I’ve had enough I generally take 15 minutes to just walk away and collect my sanity. I’m very grateful that I do have a job that keeps me fed, clothed and stocked up on paint and canvas but sometimes you just need a white chocolate, macadamia cookie to put things right.
And that’s just what I did. Went to the closest sandwich shop to get that cookie. I paid with a $10 bill, got my change and sat outside the shop to eat my cookie. There was a panhandler whom I see often on the street. I decided that once I was finished my cookie I would give him my change. but I needed to save $5 for bread on the way home. I would give him all my change.
I began to adjust my change purse and my wallet when I realized that the cashier had short changed me $5. As I set to standing up there she was at my side, apologizing for making a mistake and handing me the five dollars. At the same instant another woman was offering to buy the panhandler a sandwich. He stood up and walked toward the shop passing me. I handed him the five dollars.
It was a very sweet moment. Not more than 10 seconds had passed since that $5 bill had been given to me in an act of honesty and kindness and I knew that I had to give it up to the man in need.
It felt so natural and real and the only moment of that day that I treasure.
“There is something very special in being able to sublimate your unconscious, and something very painful in the access to it…” ~ Louise Bourgeois
I romanticize that I’m tapping into something deep inside of me when I’m painting. I put on classical music and let the peace overcome my body. When I find I’m not inspired enough by violins or piano I throw on my hip hop and let the beats pound the canvas. I don’t know if I’ve reached any depths. I try but I suspect a dab of pretense in my quest. Am I going deep enough or am I still on the surface?
I’m going to experiment with silence this week although with the temperatures being far below zero I will need to keep that clangorous heater above my head in the “on” position. Real silence is rare to find. I did find it up north at Christmas while I visited my father. It was so quiet , so silent I thought I had gone deaf. I think that is where I will head this summer for my artist retreat if this silence experiment in the studio bears any fruit this week. What do you do, listen to or not listen to in order to reach that subconscious morsel of magic?
How do you know you’ve been there and come back?
Justy Dennis 