Saturday, October 27, 2012

Living Art





It’s now leading into what can be considered Friday night. I’m a 30 year old woman who has decided to spend that time pondering over a quote she found on facebook this morning.

“She lives the poetry she cannot write” ~ Oscar Wilde

Now- because I may just love literature more than Hubby, I know, hands down, that was misquoted; it should read ‘HE lives the poetry HE cannot write’.
Kind of a kick in the pants considering this quote was found on a commemorative fan page called ‘Oscar Wilde’. The quote is taken from what could be considered Wilde’s most known work: The Picture of Dorian Gray...


Sunday, October 21, 2012

Baby Steps


There comes a time where you just have to stop talking about what it is you really want to do with your life; stop dreaming about it and start working toward living it. It’s that time; the time to put an end to all the wondering over how it is I’m going to get there—and just start moving in the generally right-ish (who really ever knows) direction.


At this juncture, all I really know is that a perfect day would consist of waking up in the morning and being able to fill a blank canvas with everything that I am. A blank canvas that most would simply call a word document. Time stands perfectly still for me while I write. ...I... am perfectly still when I write.  


It’s been frustrating… to have this inner knowing, an almost unbound certainty of what is I'm meant to accomplish here, without so much of a tangible clue as to how it is I'm to go about getting there. Every once in a while I’m reminded that this is all a journey-- and if I’m unable to see the beauty in my travel, then moving through it all in a state of detached blindness has every potential to take away from the personal triumph of reaching the terrain that has been reserved for me, and only me...