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I’ve had more posts stay in draft than published as of late. Punch me, this sucks!

Victoria

My love for brick, the coast, good weather, great food, my iPhone and Instagram had me busy this past weekend.

Huh?

Must read…

When you want to write, talk, listen, but not really.

Stockpiled with canvases. Paint on shelves. Spray cans neatly organized and color coded by the hundreds. Plastic on the floor and markings all over the walls. Chairs. A bench near a window with a fan always on. The same light. New colors. New acrylic stock tucked away in a Rubbermaid bin. Art on the mind. Money on the mind. Life on the mind. What’s on the heart?

Stockpiled with thoughts. Memory on the shelves. Ideas neatly organized and prioritized by the hundreds. Regrets on the floor and emotions all over the walls. Sounds. An opinion near the ear with the voice always on. The same circle. New time…

What’s on the mind? What’s on the heart?

Empty canvases.

photo by elizabeth field

“You have no right to argue with your Creator. You are merely a clay pot shaped by a potter. The clay doesn’t ask, ‘Why did you make me this way?’”

(Isaiah 45:9 CEV, Thanks J)

Might I say this today, that nothing really shocks me, that no apologies are needed for honest living, that human behavior is sometimes extraordinary but often habitual, that our greatest moments come when we live for not our own glory, but another’s, and that the littlest things in an average day can be the greatest of pleasures should we open our eyes more.

TKB

Dust in the Wind

So, from the far reaches of me dreaming of beaches to the heaviest lack of inspiration I’ve experienced in forever, I am still situated in Calgary. I believe I have devoured more Will Ferrell movies in the last two days than I ever have in my life and guess what, I thoroughly enjoy them, along with the many other films that occupy my time while devising a plan to move, vacation or otherwise change my scenery up a little.

I am still baffled as to why there is a glitch on page in regards to Hung Up, as it receives the most hits every week. My best guess is this; that people love to read what I wrote about being hungover and use it to make their hangovers feel all the more better. I hope that’s the case. My blogging friends continue on in their quests to bring about thought, ideas, images and all the rest that these sites hold whereas I, amidst my studio apartment, entertain those younger than I and keep to the cocoon of my little, big world.

I was asked what might inspire me today and I had little to say. I have been rather quiet on this blog in regards to personal thoughts or opinions and have chosen to share the thoughts of many others, instead. The Suburbia video is brilliant. Please take some time to watch that video. The happiness video is a bit much at times in regards to following the thoughts revealed, but nonetheless, it is also good as it makes me think of the many options we have and the result of having so many choices!

I am in a mode of learning as of late (I always am, but this time it’s rather clear). I have been rather quiet as well, as mentioned earlier. I have observed a lot recently and I have laughed more at human behavior than I have in the past (both mine and others). I am also adjusting to this idea – that though there are catalysts involved in helping inspire or move us into new areas and situations in life – it all boils down to choice. Something good or bad can happen and the same is true of the response, I am finding. A positive event can take place and a person can choose to react negatively, or positively, depending on their choice. Choice. I cringe at that word lately, though I love it the same. It’s always choice and sometimes I’d rather the opposite – not in a negative way, but sometimes that fantasy exists where you’d like things to fall in place, just so. Ya know?

“Can I be the girl that you met at the coin laundry?”

…writes a friend on Facebook this evening. I liked that thought. I replied in a way that seems all too easy for me, mentioning something of Hollywood’s way of expressing connection and the perfect movie. Cynical? Maybe. But are we set up for this life of being shown what we want, need and desire by theater screens, televisions and media – really? I’m on a course, that seems all too awkward, of finding out what I want regardless. Or is that even possible with all the influence there has been in my over 30 years?

Maybe I am just tired of trying to share my thoughts as of late, but I have been quiet and that I apologize for as some of you rather enjoy my rants. I feel somewhat Ecclesiastical in my ways these days. That song, “Dust in the Wind” comes to mind. And so I shall leave you with its melody and lyrics…

I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moment’s gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind,

Ohh now, don’t hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won’t another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind