Oct
07

Art for the Soul

I love blogging because of the community you build with your circle. While thanks to the KC Bloggers I was able to expand my blogger circle quite a bit, reading Daniel and Will has always been a constant source of topics to expand on, agree with or disagree. One of the topics I have been wanting to discuss is art appreciation and how not everyone seems to like all types of art. It started with Dan posting poetry, which I like and appreciate, but not as much as other forms of art. Without getting into the branch of philosophy known as aesthetics and for this post’s discussion lets define forms of art as music, literature, sculpture, and paintings.

XO beat me to the punch and posted a very outspoken prose ode to poetry. Then Emawkc came back and told XO how it is and that thanks to him renouncing to his soul and turning atheist he was not able to appreciate poetry.

Funny that I happen to fall right in the middle of those two views… not quite sandwiched in, but I think they both have a point. Lets examine the following.

(Move my soul) Music – Literature – Paintings – Sculpture (I don’t get)

I admit it, sculpture do pretty much nothing for me. The most interesting thing in that genre besides some fountains is maybe just huge real life things like the shuttlecock on the lawn of the Nelson Atkins museum. Paintings also don’t transmit as much feeling into my brain as photos do. Some people see tons of stuff in a painting that are just beyond my comprehension. I could not be moved by a sculpture no matter how beautiful as I am by a melody or some well arranged words.

I am sure XO appreciates art in some level, and something has to get to his non existent soul once in a while. Now the question is, using this little scale I use give us your order… I wonder if it is purely a senses type of thing, or if culture plays into it. So lets see your answers.

Aug
06

Adelante

I have been thinking very hard about where to take my blog. I have been lucky enough to use it to get through some very difficult times even thought I hardly ever write literal commentary about my life, I do like writing about life. We all have hard days and getting through them can take us to a wonderful better day, sometimes a better life. The most rewarding thing about my blog thus far has been touching people. Even though most have just e-mailed me instead of commenting, I have been able to relate to people in trouble and help them out. To them and everyone that needs a little push :) I write the following words. (Adelante means Forward as an actionTo Move Ahead, To Move Forward. Thanks Will)

Adelante

Don’t look back
Don’t give it a chance
Because the past
Is not about to change

Look forward
There lies chance
Move forward
There lies change

Our future is not written
It lies ahead of us
Our past cannot be rewritten
It lies behind us

Battles of the past
Are not to be repeated
The forgotten enemy
Has already been defeated

The power is only yours
Not food for decay
For evil devours
What you give away

Move forward
Don’t look behind
There is a reward
For all of mankind

Sep
05

Liberated from our own fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously
give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

A Return To Love – Marianne Williamson

Quotes and poems are powerful forms of expresion. Song can be just as powerful but I believe many times the words get drowned by the emotions that the music evokes. The sentences above are so very powerful in many ways. They truly speak to me, sometimes it takes powerful words to wake you up and make you see what is right in front of you.

In a society dominated by the drive to win and achieve superiority we leave little room for everyone to explore their potential. Are all the people that “get ahead” really all that happy? What is the trues measure of “getting there”?

A relationship with a being that believes in you no matter who else does, be it God or yourself for those that don’t believe in imaginary friends, is necessary. We have to be our own cheerleader. If we ourselves don’t believe we can, truly believe, no one else is going to do it for us.

May
14

Happy Mother’s Day

Mother is a more than just a word
It’s a meaning that encapsulates
the blessings that wisely the lord
knew we would need forever

A Mother is strength and love
A Mother is warm and tender
A Mother shows unconditional love
A Mother never surrenders

A man can only wish to express
as much love as a Mother has in her heart
a man does not have the tenderness
that a Mother is born with from the start

The light that a Mother brings
into a child’s life
can only be compared
with the light she brings as a wife

I’m lucky to be surrounded
by many loving Mothers
It’s a gift that I don’t take for granted
And something I wish for others
Happy Mother’s Day

Sep
07

Strong Man

Sitting in this vast world
That at times seems so small
I look up and ask the Lord
Is everything happening worth it at all?

War takes away my breath
Beacause it only sparks anger
Leads many to their death
And and the rest are left in hunger

My feelings are entangled
With images of death and destruction
My heart feels strangled
My mind has lost its power of deduction

I cannot make sense of these times
I don’t believe there is a reason
The fear that’s being caused grips and it binds
And hope this will all end with the season

How can I be a strong man?
When I don’t believe in the fight
Or am I just the wrong man
Wanting a safe bed to sleep at night

I want to believe in goodness
That people love one another
All I am left is with sadness
When I see what we do to each other

I feel bound by my sadness
I see helplessness around me
I can only see darkness
Anger a rope that binds me

I still don’t lose hope
And will not be the one that ran
I wish to cut that rope
And once again be a strong man

*I would like to add to this poem that I support our troops, but that I don’t believe on the war. I would also like to say that Katrina’s destruction has saddened me deeply and this is an attempt at letting out some of that piled up frustration.

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