ALL OF IT

All of it.

Really?

Yes.

All the

hurt,

pain,

broken things?

All the

soul-crushing,

anxiety-producing,

depression-inducing things?

Yes.

And

all the

love-induced,

look-at-that,

time-stands-still things.

All of it.

Don’t

push it,

throw it,

wish it away.

Hold

all of it -

lightly.

Let it teach you.

All of it.

Really?

Yes.

GET LOST

“Get lost.”

Is this big brother sending you

away

or

an invitation to

wonder,

wander,

stand under

a tree?

See

the cracked bark

like grandma’s skin -

furrowed, pinched, well lived in.

See

the abandoned bird’s nest

like a house hurricane-d,

lopsided and empty -

what a shame.

See

the fresh green shoots

co-mingled with dead, dried out limbs,

like a baby at a wake -

everyone loves him

Get lost

in your

thoughts, ideas, dreams.

When you come back,

tell us what you’ve seen.

DIGITAL

Digits are fingers:

grasping a pen,

kneading bread,

caressing a face.

Digits are toes:

squishing mud,

balancing body,

connecting to earth.

Fingers:

writing,

creating,

loving.

Toes:

sensing,

stabilizing,

propelling.

We live and move,

touch and feel

in a universe of digits,

not

ones and zeroes,

but

fingers and toes.

Perhaps they deserve more attention.

HONESTLY

More honesty

is what I want to

see.

Less: I have it figured out.

More: let’s talk it out.

Less: Final answers.

More: sharing the questions.

Less: This is the way.

More: let’s play.

Because,

honestly,

needing to always have

the right answer

and

taking everything so

seriously

is killing you

and

me.

SOMETHING NEW - IT'S YOU

I set about creating

something new.

But everything looked

something like

someone else

would do.

There were strokes resembling

this,

thoughts mirroring

that.

I began to wonder:

Is creating magic,

popping out of a hat?

Slowly realization crept up:

other artists have echoes

in every great

work,

what makes it

unique

is the one

blending them

up.

ELSEWHERE

“Just be here,” they say.

Sounds easy.

But the fear

of failure,

exposure,

rejection takes me -

elsewhere.

And it feels safer

to

hide there.

But, eventually,

elsewhere begins

to feel

like

nowhere.

And so

I dedicate

every single day

to making the journey

from

elsewhere

to

just

be

here.

BUILT DAY-BY-DAY

I kept

pictures,

quotes,

scribbles,

and notes

in journals and on scraps-

some of a digital nature.

I collected them with the thought

that one day

they ought

become a life’s work.

But I found that

the scraps and bytes

should not be left hiding

in a password-guarded chest.

A life’s work

built day-by-day

is best.