Fatigue has captured me to the point of near indifference; these world systems and its greed have taken a toll on many other artists as well, I'm sure. Perhaps it is my time management or the compounding weight of day-to-day on top of family duty, social gatherings and routine attendance that have me feeling like dry toast. My words, even now, are lackluster and derive from a sleepy mind and body. However, step by step, sip by caffeinated sip, I awaken with each remembrance of illuminating words and from the flow of lyrics streaming from my radio, all burdens drip like teardrops down a cheek, releasing their inner strife.
I am reminded that discovery is a stroll away and that a ten minute's time of stillness has the potential to open my senses and revive my spirit to become a vessel of beautiful things when I am unlovely, centered on self. When I am moved to study tolerance, I become tolerable. If I lean into accept love, I can love. When I am a participant and audience to the creation made available by my fellow creators, especially the superior works of God the ultimate creator, I am revived.
So I move forward to take a step outdoors, run accross the wet grass, take foot upon the stage, send love notes, move my wrist to the rythym of my mind, and close the evening with a glass of wine.