Tuesday, January 10, 2006
welcome back and happy new year
after that last bit of self-indulgent melodrama, we need a balancing silly pill. although i think it's important to give voice to our personal pains and hurts, i think it is just as important not to take ourselves too seriously.(!) i am so frickin blessed, and still manage to wallow in low places sometimes. with this in mind, a poem (read with orange marker and flowers around the borders):
sun shines at my back
lover coming home
orange shoes by my side
i pout and feel alone.
surely all this beauty
cannot be deserved
i hurt and play the martyr~~
damn, am i absurd!
at this time, WIDE WORLD OF TIF would like to thank you for your patience as we underwent a "spiritual huddle." back in action, i've missed our correspondence. i gleefully anticipate the rainbow possibilities of 2006!!*!*
as my eyes come into focus from this meditation, i must direct your attention to some authors and books that have been invaluable to me so far in my quest for spiritual and artistic flight (however frickin cheesey that may sound).
Julia Cameron's book, THE ARTIST'S WAY, is largely responsible for helping me arrive where i am today. literally.
Rob Brezsny~~that rowdy irreverent much-more-than-astrologer~~has held a torch on my path for years now. ever since i picked up his newest book, PRONOIA is the antidote for paranoia [how the whole world is conspiring to shower you with blessings], it has blessed me in uncanny ways everytime i crack it open (and color its pages, write poems in the margins, rip out pages to make cards for friends..). i generally consider it a handbook and life-reference tool.
Thich Nhat Hahn, the vietnamese buddhist monk (and much much more!!), through his book BEING PEACE, has gently instructed me to live in the present, with a smile on my face. (!) you can't help but wanna be like him, to see things as he sees them. he's a cool guy. reading his words is like a good ass-kickin work-out. if my attitude is not matching up with my beliefs, i gotta read a little from him, and things make sense again.
Posted by Tiffanie at 7:35 PM