SACL

The stress is getting to me. I feel sad and alone. Confused and lost.

'You May Say That I'm A Dreamer'

I don't know why you've chosen to read these words. What's going through your mind, your life, your world. I can only imagine. And I do. I wonder about you more than you might think.
And so much more.
I have been given a blessing that is a paradox. At once being infinitely individual, private and sought after, yet being shared and possessed by all of humanity. Every single one of us.
I share it in the words of this blog, in poetry and in particular my artwork. As much as I may share there is so much more that I do not and neither do you. This treasure is my imagination. I believe that my imagination is as one with my dreams and soul.
And that is why I say that no matter how much I share, voluntarily or otherwise, I would never be able to share all. Because my imagination is unlimited. My soul, fathomless and my dreams more beautiful than the blazing sun.

Yeah I'm Self Involved

self-involved - absorbed in your own interests or thoughts etc
self-absorbed
egocentric, egoistic, egoistical, self-centered, self-centred - limited to or caring only about yourself and your own needs

I recently read an email between two people neither of whom know me all that well. But the one who knows me least felt comfortable laying out this judgment against me for the other's consideration. In hopes, perhaps, that this would encourage the other to exit my life.

I can see how this individual could come up with this evaluation of my character because of course anyone who gives up their career to stay home and raise two sick children, loans friends thousands of dollars, pays for vet bills for another friend and unasked purchases brand new bedding for a toddler as a gift, who sits by a friend's hospital bed so the exhausted husband can run home for some sleep and a shower, who sends money to support a state university library, who anonymously paid for something a friend said they needed, who bakes a cake and delivers it just because someone said they wanted one, who baked cupcakes by the dozens for a friend's daughter's birthday, who paid several hundred dollars to aid another friend to attend a conference they couldn't otherwise afford, who has spent countless hours listening and being there for others, who cares for a home and a man who probably doesn't deserve it, who wrote a check and handed it to another friend as deposit on an apartment, who spent several hours looking for a stranger's kitty lost in the cold and snow (and found it!), certainly must be self involved.

No shit Sherlock.

Beckons To Me

Beckons to me
Dancing lights glinting and shifting
Shivers and divers feelings
Tumbling, rolling, reaching, grasping

Wide open as far as the eye can see
Until the next wave
Hits
Lift me up

Alight on me prismatic creature.
And stay.

You are on solid ground
Despite how it may seem
You are safe
So stay.
Share with me please your ethereal beauty

For however long you may be

Share with me.

Walking the Path

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
Buddha