Filling our Lives...

...with what matters is no easy task. This assumes you know what matters before you fill up. Sometimes as experience would have it, you fill up only to realise what you thought what matters and its expectations don't always line up so neatly. Then, it is back to the filling up drawing board. But maybe that's what make life so fun and adventurous -- to hold everything lightly, not tightly, and to move with new freshness into each new adventure and let it reveal what it has in store for us. I could easily live with that kind of fill-up strategy...

Exhaling Studio

Writing is my teacher. From this wise teacher, I am learning I and things do not necessarily follow a logical order. At best, I am a varied set of moving parts. Sometimes in concert, other times not so much. Having to live inside my sense and sensibility (or lack thereof) is part of the moving picture lesson I am learning to grasp. While I grasp this, I realise at the same time it is best to even let this go. The moving picture will keeps moving, whether I am awake or asleep. When I try to make sense of life, I know it's time to write. Writing is my pause -- the narrow passage I consciously enter to bare myself. The more I bare, more I can bear. It's then I realise I don't disappear; rather, I appear in new forms I didn't know existed. Writing helps to soothe the edges, hold the fragment and filaments together in certain and uncertain times.

From writing I am finally learning to exhale. Long live the exhaling studio!

Shaper

Writing is a consternation of individual links looking to hook into a larger chain link. Ideas create themselves and then look for the masseuse to work out the knots and kinks. The artist massages them until they become something pliable and form able. What the artist seems to enjoy most is process, while an audience much prefers the "product." It is in process where artists feel most united, to focus and shape the end product to represent and express symbolism and constraints that fueled its creation in the first place. This circle called process, the giving of life to the product, is where I feel most useful, abundant and glorified and united as a writer|artist. I think if it as my private place in this greater chain link of life called the ever-evolving artist-self.

Writing NewsBits

Writing is a relationship with ideas that like to talk back.

Each time I write, I discover how much I love it. I am even making peace with knowing that no one may ever "hear" my writing, but so long as the writing is there to hear me, all is good. Writing gives back in ways that are difficult to put into words. Words don't lie. They speak what is on the surface, ready to align with the news, that connects the surface to something far deeper, unseen beneath.

Writing makes me so happy. It is at once an empty place I get to fill with the contents of myself and in a strange way, I discover it is myself who I have been thirsting for all along.

Writing Talk

Write when your heart aches. Write when you mind aches. From this, good writing appears all by itself.

Talking to The Box

It scares me we are becoming more and more comfortable talking to The Box, e.g. the computer. Will we ever remember how to connect to people again? I wonder if it is just me or are we becoming more and more isolated as a whole society ...because of The Box? Shared interaction is taking on a whole new meaning. We seem to be perfectly comfortable sharing ourselves with perfect strangers, hoping they drop in to our lives through The Box, while those whom we already share lives with are becoming perfect strangers? I don't know ... you tell me....

Defending...and Defining Spirituality

What if we lived in an inverted world where spirituality gets relegated to the role of money worship and money returns to more spiritual roots? How would we function...would be be better off as a society -- happier maybe, more free to be ourselves? I suspect we are all a long way away from letting go of idolizing our obsession of money worship (despite what we say). Entrusting a whole society to a world "unseen" involves a collective surrender. Defending spirituality is a highly personal matter and defining is yet a whole another different kind of matter...

Spiritual Maturity

Spiritual maturity brings a certain sense of quiet detachment that holds nothing and everything with equal endearment. It is a strange yet comforting place to be. Old thinking called mistakes is none other than "spiritual immaturity." Growing, discovering, wondering and moving with the all disparaging pieces of yourself is awakening. Spiritual maturity fights nothing, does not stand in the way of anything, and is fully accepting without "giving up."

Inhabiting a single quiet morning, I discover a new rhythm called Self. Here I discover Time masquerading as Grace, ever so gently turning silence into creation, one moment and then another and another. In this ever presence, I find a kinder, more gentler rediscovery or shall I say "recovery" of my very own existence. I think I shall stay and recover in this place for awhile simply because I am rather enjoying this new founded place. I will sit and wait, to see what new "I" rolls to the shores...

"To be someone, as an artist, means: to be able to speak one's self." - Rilke

The Allure

The constancy of inhabiting new spaces draws me in like nothing else. Spaces foreshadow lives drawn, behind a curtain of a living cocoon. Like beehives, houses inhabit worker bees, hidden away in between acts of living. I am fascinated with space -- architecture, composition, interior marriage to exterior. The whole thing has some kind of magnetizing hold over me. Why -- I have no idea? My curiosity is the only staple, guided by an unquenchable thirst to know who lives inside the bare threads of spaces, behind walls that can't talk.

Writing Therapy

I write for myself. I am discovering writing for myself is enough. Making sense of all our selves is hard work. Getting to know our own layers is a process -- of choices, of understanding but most of all, it is a process of acknowledgement for all that we are -- and all that we are not!