Art might simply be the awareness of how we might create self. That we do. What happens, and then, what we do about it. The story. And the expression of that.
Today mySelf stands with a basket of need , just that, SomeWhere, miles from NoWhere. From dreaming, into waking, still feeling the way forward with sure stepping. Many undoings will just make the Less more than enough. ( TYiBO 2013)
I suppose my thoughts today are about trust. How much What is Real is about that. How is it that we might come to see clearly? Keep new eyes from becoming clouded? I think it might have a lot with wanting less. Because it is so easy to be manipulated if you want more. And more. And after a while this could become a self manipulation. We might not even be able to trust ourselves. And this cannot be fruitful.
There is give and take in any interaction. There is an assumed balance in this expression. Give and Take. If we see clearly. In today's world, you give and someone else claims it instead of just accepting it as a gift.
I wonder too, today, about social media. Is social media overtaking blogging? Because it makes more easier? Is it too much trouble to visit folks where they live? Maybe we just try to visit too many folks? How much is too much? Are we afraid we will miss something? And as the world is taken over by Facebook and Twitter and Pinterest, yes Pinterest, do we weigh the entertainment factor with the fact that we are being manipulated to want more. And more. To what end? Will we all become curators? We are not getting any of the more, we are helping the BIG RICH to get a lot More. Which in the scheme of give and take, leaves us all with less of the more we seem to be after. Which might be good but we can no longer see clearly through the promise of more.
For those of us trying to make a living by connecting, well, it is important to at least think about how it is. See it for what it is. Try to at least keep it human. Provide some real content.
Does social media redefine community? I think not. It tricks us into dreaming about more. These dreams are not the ones to catch. Really. There's got to be something else.
Even search engines have become paid services. Just like the news only providing stories that are likely to manipulate us according to a designed end, the information highway has become a road to someones idea of somewhere. Probably based on information collected about you and what you might be most likely to buy. Or believe. Better to be there, wander, go there, see, not just believe. This can only happen in a smaller world. A real one.
So in my head. today, I have undone a lot of plans and have imagined a new path. And it feels good.
The figs are ripening. Some just bursting with juice. Tried one yesterday. We shared it. Watching edible things grow is so amazing. Eating them is like physical therapy.
I remember when Grace first started making cloths. How quietly excited she was. I recently decided to have this one hang in the entrance to the studio, soon to be greenhouse. Through is on my mind lately and this one seemed so much about that. Grace has often been my student. But oftentimes my teacher as well. The way it should be, has become.
Grace is selling her small cloths to support her goats. Small, modestly priced and lovingly made as she weaves selves together. You can follow her here.
Still, things are becoming undone, but in the most beautiful way. The rotted wood on this old chair holds the moisture even after the rain is gone. The summer moss loves that about the wood and paints it green to celebrate. They both seem quite happy. So all is well.
I have named him Tang. He may just stop by but what if that's ok. He stops by a lot. He likes cantaloupe. And so do we. This circling ceremony is quite soothing. A kind of measuring. Holding. And then redefining. Tang seems a seasoned place-keeper. Slow. Steady. And very orange.