The spouse that never stops working and is always productive that quietly asks me Why are you making that? Are you going to sell it? How much time have you spent on it? His well-meaning words make my soul feel thin.
Listen to the voice in your head that matches your heart song. All you can do is love those around you who can't share your melody, but never, never give up your dreams.
I don't think of myself as an artist. Possibly because, when I was five, my kindergarten teacher told me I had no artistic ability, at all, whatsoever. (In those words.) She also told my mom at conferences, so it's been a story repeated over and over. Mostly with horror at the teacher's attitude, but never with any reassurance that she was wrong.
My oldest daughter told me she wants to be an artist. When she said that, she was very young and not particularly talented. I have never commented on her talent, only on the hard work she has invested in improving, and improve she has!
I am not particularly good at drawing, but I now remind myself that, if I want to get better, I need to practice. I have learned to crochet. I can play trumpet. I used to write poetry. I remind myself that I am an artist, though I feel that my greatest artistic accomplishment so far was not snuffing the tiny flame that lit in my daughter when she was young and decided she wanted to be an artist.
EKO I relate to this keenly! I compose music and have actually recorded most of it in a studio. I also write books and have published 10 of them. Like @Captain Nemo spoke of the “spouse that never stops working and is always productive”…my spouse looked at me when he heard my first music composition and said, “your music sounds nice but it isn’t important.” The same about my three fictional novels…they weren’t his “cup of tea”…but yet the vibes remain. And the resonance is still going out to reach someone somewhere!! The spouse just lives in another place in his mind. DO NOT STOP what you are expressing. For in it are words of life inspired by the One who IS life. By the way I very much love my spouse. We’ve a union that spans decades and the pictures collected during those decades are irreplaceable.
Why shouldn't you write this??? It's good. Well written. Thought provoking.
Ultimately - write what you damn well please. It's your pen, your paper, your mind, your time, your ideas. Write. For yourself, or for others. For us. For your kids. Do it. Use the gift. It's not meant to be hidden.
For me? It's back to music. Sing. Play. Perform. Do the best I can to honor the God who gave me the gift, and to remember the person who taught me how to use it.
I have no intention of bowing before God and trying to excuse why i didn't use the gifts He so freely and graciously gave me.
You shouldn't either.
Write. Ignore those who don't understand. They will either figure it out, or they won't. It's not their call. It's yours.
The bible says be angry but sin not. So, its human to feel anger, God himself showed anger at different times, and we are made in his image. It's what we do with the anger that should separate us. Do we let it escalate into road rage, or verbally or physically abusing someone? That's the wrong way to release the anger. Anger can be a motivating force that propels us to achieve things we may have not attempted had we not been angry. When I was a very shy, overweight and introverted high school freshman, I had to take a class for public speaking. The teacher was the drama coach, and he did nothing but belittle and embarrass me because I was so awkward speaking in front of the class. I think he took pleasure in it. My sophomore year my sister coerced me into trying out for the pom pon squad, she was on it and had fun. Surprisingly I made the cut and by my senior year I had thinned down and was the captain of the squad, which meant standing and instructing in front of the group, and also going out to perform in front of hundreds of people at the games. It was funny because we had days we had to wear our uniforms and there were a few times walking down the hallway that I would pass by this teacher and he would just give me these angry looks, like he couldn't stand that I had overcome my freshman hangups. I remember trying to make him like me when I was in his class. I had an art class, and I drew a picture of him. I showed it to him and he just kind of rolled his eyes and didn't say anything. I took that inner anger he stirred in me and used it to make myself better.
Ok, you got me at morning papers. Someone who is on that path is onto the path. Amazing things happen when you turn off the digital and just write. Even if you write, “I dont know what to write”, for 3 pages. Eventually you will exhaust that influence and the spirit will come through. Roberto Rodriguez, the filmmaker talked about just putting pen to paper and not trying to judge it, or limit it. The spirit says, its not you anyways so just puck up the pen. He says be a conduit for good. I will read that book, I like your current work, if you say thats some of your best work, then ai cannot wait to dig in because you have stirred the creative in me.
The pleasure and fulfillment you feel internally comes through your writing, EKO. The vibes are there...don't stop.
never ever
Vibes = the energy embedded in the resonance coming through the words…YES
The spouse that never stops working and is always productive that quietly asks me Why are you making that? Are you going to sell it? How much time have you spent on it? His well-meaning words make my soul feel thin.
i know the feeling more than you know
Listen to the voice in your head that matches your heart song. All you can do is love those around you who can't share your melody, but never, never give up your dreams.
this
I don't think of myself as an artist. Possibly because, when I was five, my kindergarten teacher told me I had no artistic ability, at all, whatsoever. (In those words.) She also told my mom at conferences, so it's been a story repeated over and over. Mostly with horror at the teacher's attitude, but never with any reassurance that she was wrong.
My oldest daughter told me she wants to be an artist. When she said that, she was very young and not particularly talented. I have never commented on her talent, only on the hard work she has invested in improving, and improve she has!
I am not particularly good at drawing, but I now remind myself that, if I want to get better, I need to practice. I have learned to crochet. I can play trumpet. I used to write poetry. I remind myself that I am an artist, though I feel that my greatest artistic accomplishment so far was not snuffing the tiny flame that lit in my daughter when she was young and decided she wanted to be an artist.
I came for the politics, I stay for the enlightenment. Love you EKO!
EKO I relate to this keenly! I compose music and have actually recorded most of it in a studio. I also write books and have published 10 of them. Like @Captain Nemo spoke of the “spouse that never stops working and is always productive”…my spouse looked at me when he heard my first music composition and said, “your music sounds nice but it isn’t important.” The same about my three fictional novels…they weren’t his “cup of tea”…but yet the vibes remain. And the resonance is still going out to reach someone somewhere!! The spouse just lives in another place in his mind. DO NOT STOP what you are expressing. For in it are words of life inspired by the One who IS life. By the way I very much love my spouse. We’ve a union that spans decades and the pictures collected during those decades are irreplaceable.
Why shouldn't you write this??? It's good. Well written. Thought provoking.
Ultimately - write what you damn well please. It's your pen, your paper, your mind, your time, your ideas. Write. For yourself, or for others. For us. For your kids. Do it. Use the gift. It's not meant to be hidden.
For me? It's back to music. Sing. Play. Perform. Do the best I can to honor the God who gave me the gift, and to remember the person who taught me how to use it.
I have no intention of bowing before God and trying to excuse why i didn't use the gifts He so freely and graciously gave me.
You shouldn't either.
Write. Ignore those who don't understand. They will either figure it out, or they won't. It's not their call. It's yours.
💯
I am ashamed to say, I haven't started yet. I bought the workbook hoping it would give me the boost. This post has given me an impetuous.
Let’s go, Deb! You got this.
Thank you
Everything you write speaks to me. Thank you for continuing on.
What you have put out into the universe will "echo" through eternity.
Eko’s writings are transformative for those that have eyes to see… narrow is the road that leads to life.
You are one of the bravest writers ....
Thank you for sharing your heart.
Godspeed.
The bible says be angry but sin not. So, its human to feel anger, God himself showed anger at different times, and we are made in his image. It's what we do with the anger that should separate us. Do we let it escalate into road rage, or verbally or physically abusing someone? That's the wrong way to release the anger. Anger can be a motivating force that propels us to achieve things we may have not attempted had we not been angry. When I was a very shy, overweight and introverted high school freshman, I had to take a class for public speaking. The teacher was the drama coach, and he did nothing but belittle and embarrass me because I was so awkward speaking in front of the class. I think he took pleasure in it. My sophomore year my sister coerced me into trying out for the pom pon squad, she was on it and had fun. Surprisingly I made the cut and by my senior year I had thinned down and was the captain of the squad, which meant standing and instructing in front of the group, and also going out to perform in front of hundreds of people at the games. It was funny because we had days we had to wear our uniforms and there were a few times walking down the hallway that I would pass by this teacher and he would just give me these angry looks, like he couldn't stand that I had overcome my freshman hangups. I remember trying to make him like me when I was in his class. I had an art class, and I drew a picture of him. I showed it to him and he just kind of rolled his eyes and didn't say anything. I took that inner anger he stirred in me and used it to make myself better.
Loving the spiritual vibe here that just keeps going.......
At the start of this week, all my anger came out in my writing....lots of F'bombs which
I personally feel unload alot of shit.
It has been a great release. And then you wrote this.....
"They just have a picture that won’t move."
I'm not in that picture anymore......they still don't see.
Love you EKO, embrace those kids. Those are the best times in our lives.
Ok, you got me at morning papers. Someone who is on that path is onto the path. Amazing things happen when you turn off the digital and just write. Even if you write, “I dont know what to write”, for 3 pages. Eventually you will exhaust that influence and the spirit will come through. Roberto Rodriguez, the filmmaker talked about just putting pen to paper and not trying to judge it, or limit it. The spirit says, its not you anyways so just puck up the pen. He says be a conduit for good. I will read that book, I like your current work, if you say thats some of your best work, then ai cannot wait to dig in because you have stirred the creative in me.
Have a great weekend!
Keep it up. I've got two big ears!
LOVE this!