I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream. ~ Shakespear
BAD! Kitty Art Studio
Quotes and an update:
This sense of honor is the sense of right. It is the soul’s instinctive love for the good, the true, the commendable, and its instinctive scorn of the base, mean, and vile. There is a confusion between that false honor which cares only what another thinks or says, and the true personal honor which cares first for what we are. It is too true that many a man who would resent with a blow the epithet of “thief” or “liar” will lie and steal in secret apparently without a qualm of conscience. The true root of honor demands reality and hates shams. One should be taught to abhor and reject in his own heart everything which he would resent in an accusation made by another. He should learn not to tolerate in his own inner consciousness what he would fear or blush to have known to friends or foes. This is the sense of personal honor that dominates and molds character and that endures the heaviest stress of life.
~Edward O. Sisson
Source: The Essentials of Character, The Macmillan Company, 1915
Which is the woman, which the child?
The joyous laugh that opens doors,
steals sugared moments from the shelf?
Or the dreamer mixing metaphors
with tears to make a book of self
To read aloud in winter’s rooms
When summer’s sounds have ceased to bloom?
Don’t worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you’ll have to ram them down people’s throats.
I have been buried alive in work, life.
The weeks have flown by.
As we ponder our course of action and our need/desire list, I see that life isn’t ever going to be easy. Like Bruce Lee said, ” Do not pray for an easy life. Pray for the strength for a difficult one.” I used to really play the pain game with these issues, these days I find that I respond to challenges with a quiet, if not panicky calmness.
Internally I seem to seethe and boil with the thought process…the talking to myself, my higher self about the situation at hand. I even run a low grade fever when I am processing…so that burning smell, that’s just me over here thinking.
I find that these days, I am spending less time second guessing everything and everyone. Concentrating on what is right for me…then moving outward to the rest of the people in my life. Needing to know what my own feelings are well in advance of trying to then compromise an entire families needs against that inner truth.
Compromise is a total act of love.
While I think, chew and ponder this situation, this stage that I find myself in…the vault of memory gets opened to lend in the effort of uncovering truth, motivation, and resistance. The past is really so very un-useful to my needs right now. Rarely do I find myself rifling the files of past experience for answers, the answers are not in things I have done already…but lie in what will I do with what has been presented?
New work in the studio is showing my experimental side right now…and I am so easily influenced these days by the outside world.
I am having fun at the easel again. I may be prone to bouts of morbidity right now,
so…let’s just enjoy it shall we?
I hope you all are well and good in your lives.
I leave you today with this thought that was a recent topic on Zaadz:
If you had an extra hour today, how would you spend it?
I do have an extra hour today, one carved out of the grindstone of my daily life and I am going to be painting uninterrupted while listening to my favorite music up really, really loud, all the fuck you songs I’ve collected and saved in a file aptly named, drinking a Bloody Mary and dancing…yeah baby…don’t forget the dancing. I will not be plugging in to the system today, so no T.V. radio or internet news. I don’t care today…today I’m on holiday, today I’m what matters, I am responsible for my state of being, mind, body and soul…so today I am hanging the do not disturb sign on the door to the world and saying fuck it. It’s a four letter day. What can you do but go with it? Bring on the Punk Rock it’s time to get down, and boogie on it all.