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Can’t Quite Put Our Thumbs On It

There are no jobs left.

The only thing that is left standing, or currently asking to be given legs, is the work of art that connects, leads, and changes us.

If one can’t quite put their thumb on that thing you are supposed to do in your field, industry, or line of work – that is good news. In that sense you’re not jobless. And therein lies the role of today’s working artist: take a client, customer, or the recipient of one’s art on a journey and move their thumbs on ‘it’…on enlightenment…on the answer…and even sometimes on the question(s) they didn’t know they should be asking.

It’s time for the proverbial car salesman to forget they don’t sell cars. This goes for all of us.

Or as Paul Valéry once said, “To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.”

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Gathering Color(s)

All sorts of colors show up when our heads are up, our eyes are wide open, and our ears are bent appropriately.

How bright are the colors that shine when we’re present with our moments and paused in wonderment of the galaxies that hold what’s next?

Vast varieties of colors with no names – just universal vibes – arrive when a soul offers availability to learn, a heart is checked by such a learned soul, and an open mind is sustained by such an in check heart.

A work of art starts with the work of gathering something to paint with…immediately followed by having something to paint for.

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Yes & No (Part 2)

If you want to be a cynic, there’s plenty to be cynical about.

If you want to be skeptic, there’s plenty to be skeptical about.

And then there’s beauty, joy, hope, and even life itself, that is asking for your ‘yes’ as well.

May we choose our ‘yes’s’ and ‘no’s’ well and wisely. We only have so many we can fit into our days and they can never be outsourced.

Here’s part 1. 

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Building Walls or Finding Doors?

The same walls we build to keep us from guilt and shame are the same walls that can be a barrier to our hope and joy.

Have you ever wondered what’s in the next room of your life? Are you looking for the next pivotal dot to connect to the one’s you’ve already gathered? Could there be just one final number you need to crack a code?

If so, it’s going to take a door to find these answers. Most likely these answers are on the other side of the walls you’re surrounded with now.

Hint: Strangers, books, solitude, travel, and sunsets tend to hold the keys both the doors we find and those that find us.

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O Me! O life!

O Me! O Life!
By Walt Whitman
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
                                       Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.


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