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Living as art, mindfulness and alchemy

Alchemy is the alluring art of turning ordinary base metals into gold. For many years scientists spent hours mixing powders, fluids, cleaning soot and smoke off their faces in their attempts to succeed and find untapped wealth. Some were driven mad by their efforts but all ultimately failed and now alchemy is a long forgotten footnote in history. But, they were approaching it wrong, it is possible!  The mistake they made is that they aimed too low; they only considered metals. How about turning anything mundane into gold? Don’t think of King Midas, this is not that kind of notion. This take on alchemy involves turning everyday living into something better, something golden. So it’s a different kind of alchemy- one that involves seeing life as golden. By practising the art of mindful alchemy everyday we become an artist;  we practice ‘artfulness’  or if you prefer we practice art in everyday living.

Art in my life involves the practice of daily activities in a way that uplifts my consciousness and reveals the spiritual and aesthetic harmony in my world.  Indeed, the late Buddhist master Chogyam Trungpa said:

meditative experience might be called genuine art. Such art is not designed for exhibition or broadcast. Instead, it is a perpetually growing process in which we begin to appreciate our surroundings in life, whatever they may be-it doesn’t necessarily have to be good, beautiful, and pleasurable at all. The definition of art, from this point of view, is to be able to see the uniqueness of everyday experience. Every moment we might be doing the same things-brushing our teeth every day, combing out hair every day, cooking our dinner every day. But that seeming repetitiveness be-come unique every day. A kind of intimacy takes place with the daily habits that you go though and the art involved in it. That’s why is called art in everyday life.

Chogyam Trungpa

This concept always leaves me with a sense of involvement in my own life. It gives me a confident resolve and fearlessness to put attention and love into my world. This blog started in part as an inspiration from his writing. The idea of writing was difficult for me, partly due to some shyness and partly to avoid conceit.  Chogyam cautioned:

When we talk about art, we could be referring to somebody deliberately expressing the beauty and frightfulness or the mockery and crudeness of the world that we live in, in the form of poetry, pictures or music. That kind of art could be said to be somewhat deliberate art. It is not so much for yourself, but it is more an exhibition, however honest and genuine the artist may be. Such an artist may say he simply composed his poem because he felt that way. But if that’s the case, why should he write it down on a piece of paper and date it? If its just purely for himself, it does not need to be recorded. Whenever a need for recording you work of art is involved, then there is a tendency toward awareness of oneself: “If I record that brilliant idea I’ve developed, in turn, quite possible accidentally, somebody might happen to see it and think we of it.” There’s that little touch involved, however honest and genuine it may be.

Chogyam Trungpa

So I am left with this dichotomy, I started this blog just for me but there is this little touch of exhibition, subscribers, viewers, etc. Trungpa went on to say, never sell your art, doing so destroys the art of it.

Getting back to topic, the notion of living art really uplifts my daily world, specifically 1) fearlessness of expression and 2) that it’s okay not to have a purpose other than just the appreciative awareness and love for what is taking place.

Not meaning to state the obvious – perhaps I have been a slow learner – but for me this needs constant learning and reminding. I suspect this is cultural. We are conditioned beings and in the West we have been conditioned to obsess about efficiency in our lives – contemporary western culture demands the efficient. It demands time savings, cost savings, faster, bigger, stronger. However this attitude really is an alienation of life.

Erich Fromm, another favourite author of mine, talks a lot about people living alienated lives. Essentially that people see the results of their actions as more important than the process of the activity.  In doing so people have become alienated from the main bulk of their lives, the part which involves the actual activities. Modern efficiency really does seem to be the death of life and also the death of much aesthetic in life. Consider this common scenario; if I am travelling somewhere and have a Sat Nav, I can find the fastest route – efficient, best then? But best for who? There is a slower, more costly but more scenic route. Since my care is not just to arrive at the destination, I’ll choose to take the less efficient route. I can enjoy the travelling, focus on it, care for it, love it rather than just try to be done with it as quickly as possible. To care only about arriving would relegate the whole journey to a chore, I would become alienated from the journey itself. So screw efficiency. I’ll drive slower and enjoy the journey.

The practice of art in everyday life involves making choices and taking actions that give care to the experience, taking the scenic route, feeling things, smelling the roses, essentially  being alive. The daily mundane present an opportunity of working with the material of life as an artist rather than as a chore. Cleaning the kitchen, folding clothes and interacting with people can all be undertaken in an artist manner.  I give care and full attention to what I am doing and put effort into producing some experience that is 1) conscious and 2) hopefully pleasant.  Rather than deriving satisfaction just from the result, which is but a tiny fleeting part of life, I can focus on the beauty and pleasure in the tasks themselves. This is the alchemy – ordinary life becomes gold.

Alchemy then and the ‘Art in everyday Life’ is about having the courage and fearlessness to do what I feel is right, just because it is pleasing, without a clear goal or need for a result, but just for the experience it brings. So now, I fold my clothes with care and attention, I sit upright, I smell the flowers, I look at the landscape and I do all manner of ‘inefficient’ things and doing so makes me happier and it makes me more alive.

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  1. I loved how you said “How about turning anything mundane into gold? Don’t think of King Midas, this is not that kind of notion. This take on alchemy involves turning everyday living into something better, something golden.” This is a great and inspiring post.

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    • Thank you, I learnt this the hard way and still forget it myself too often. Glad to share and amazed that it inspires people, it’s an utter pleasure to have written and posted this. Peace and love

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  2. I loved how you said “How about turning anything mundane into gold? Don’t think of King Midas, this is not that kind of notion. This take on alchemy involves turning everyday living into something better, something golden.” This is a great and inspiring post.

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    • Thank you, I learnt this the hard way and still forget it myself too often. Glad to share and amazed that it inspires people, it’s an utter pleasure to have written and posted this. Peace and love

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  3. I have commented twice previously and perhaps that is more than I deserve but this subject touches on all aspects of being alive and so I can add a bit. Art is a reach for reality and it is not well understood that what we each live in is a reality we each individually manufacture out of the abstract bits that our nervous systems permit us to accept from the massive cataract of sense inputs from which our rather selective and inadequate apparatus permits us to acknowledge.
    Some of us are more skilled than others in fitting these particles into a coherent totality than others and our realities differ greatly from each other. But whatever architecture we manage gives us some footage in this complex mysterious place where we exist and therefor we are each artists out of necessity.

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  4. I have commented twice previously and perhaps that is more than I deserve but this subject touches on all aspects of being alive and so I can add a bit. Art is a reach for reality and it is not well understood that what we each live in is a reality we each individually manufacture out of the abstract bits that our nervous systems permit us to accept from the massive cataract of sense inputs from which our rather selective and inadequate apparatus permits us to acknowledge.
    Some of us are more skilled than others in fitting these particles into a coherent totality than others and our realities differ greatly from each other. But whatever architecture we manage gives us some footage in this complex mysterious place where we exist and therefor we are each artists out of necessity.

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  5. Uma nota com cautela, apesar disso: enquanto algumas varinhas são difíceis a dominar e podem se
    recusar essa exorcismar feitiços contrários para suas naturezas,
    essa varinha com nogueira, uma vez subjugada, irá fazer nenhum gênero de coisa que seu
    dono desejar a partir de que este seja suficientemente brilhante.

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  6. Uma nota com cautela, apesar disso: enquanto algumas varinhas são difíceis a dominar e podem se
    recusar essa exorcismar feitiços contrários para suas naturezas,
    essa varinha com nogueira, uma vez subjugada, irá fazer nenhum gênero de coisa que seu
    dono desejar a partir de que este seja suficientemente brilhante.

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  7. Very nice.

    I have come to these conclusions as well! I now make it more of a practice to find the magic in the mundane than to try so hard to just “get it over with already.”

    When I lived with the idea that I’d eventually “get all the tough and annoying stuff out of the way” to finally live the fun things in life, I literally lost my life by wishing it all away! Because the truth is that our journey through life is actually made up of the mundane AND the magical. All at once, sometimes both scattered through out. Ups and downs, highs and lows, and all the in-betweens.

    And when we can be open to seeing that there is a bundle of magic in nearly EVERYTHING (if we choose to see it) then life just becomes that much more magical.

    LOVE!

    XOXO,
    ❤ Brittany

    P.S. This is my first time on your blog, great job here! And thank you for sharing your words with the world, I think it's incredible.

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    • Thank-you for the lovely message. It’s such a pleasure to share this and to receive openness, empathy and gratitude in return. So many lovely people apparently inhabit WordPress community. It’s a joy to touch that part of our being that is purely content, to share that with others is just blissful. Thanks again for the comment, makes me smile and feel warm inside. ❤ peace

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  8. Very nice.

    I have come to these conclusions as well! I now make it more of a practice to find the magic in the mundane than to try so hard to just “get it over with already.”

    When I lived with the idea that I’d eventually “get all the tough and annoying stuff out of the way” to finally live the fun things in life, I literally lost my life by wishing it all away! Because the truth is that our journey through life is actually made up of the mundane AND the magical. All at once, sometimes both scattered through out. Ups and downs, highs and lows, and all the in-betweens.

    And when we can be open to seeing that there is a bundle of magic in nearly EVERYTHING (if we choose to see it) then life just becomes that much more magical.

    LOVE!

    XOXO,
    ❤ Brittany

    P.S. This is my first time on your blog, great job here! And thank you for sharing your words with the world, I think it's incredible.

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    • Thank-you for the lovely message. It’s such a pleasure to share this and to receive openness, empathy and gratitude in return. So many lovely people apparently inhabit WordPress community. It’s a joy to touch that part of our being that is purely content, to share that with others is just blissful. Thanks again for the comment, makes me smile and feel warm inside. ❤ peace

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  9. Nice teaching. Fromm on alienation – to give weight to the result and ignore the process is to be alienated from the process which is life. WOW I got that understanding of alienation right there. And you provide the well known solution, which is “honored more in the breach” ( ie we know it but oft just recognise how much we arent doing it) . that is – consciously aware of every moment and enjoying awareness.

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    • Yes, Fromm had a big impact on my consciousness in so many ways. I need to read more of his books at some stage as they always give me such a sense of ‘wow’ as my universe shifts a little into something new.

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  10. Nice teaching. Fromm on alienation – to give weight to the result and ignore the process is to be alienated from the process which is life. WOW I got that understanding of alienation right there. And you provide the well known solution, which is “honored more in the breach” ( ie we know it but oft just recognise how much we arent doing it) . that is – consciously aware of every moment and enjoying awareness.

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    • Yes, Fromm had a big impact on my consciousness in so many ways. I need to read more of his books at some stage as they always give me such a sense of ‘wow’ as my universe shifts a little into something new.

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  11. I truly liked this post. I think one does need to reflect on the intention behind having a blog. But I think that if you stay authentic and reflective, the process of sharing your story will guide itself. It will unfold at its own pace and one (we bloggers) will learn the most as a result. I’m new to blogging but that is my hope 🙂
    Keep writing

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  12. I truly liked this post. I think one does need to reflect on the intention behind having a blog. But I think that if you stay authentic and reflective, the process of sharing your story will guide itself. It will unfold at its own pace and one (we bloggers) will learn the most as a result. I’m new to blogging but that is my hope 🙂
    Keep writing

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  13. I have attempted poetry for a long time with very mixed results. I have also experimented with graphics and sculpture. I am close to 91 years old and even at the beginning of my efforts I was aware that creating something substantial out of available materials, whether it is paint on canvas or brazing bits of steel or brass or reaching into a stubborn vocabulary for the right word it always becomes a conversation between the material and the odd realms of the exploratory mind to reach some satisfactory agreement where the internal unknown can shake hands with the scraps of the real world to give birth to something new with an independent life. Many times this odd new creature looks back at its creator and grins mischievously and bites an apple.

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      • Thanks for talking back to me. I must confess I am most tempted to be furious with the optimism your site invokes as this most extraordinary little blob of dirt and molten iron is being trashed by the most intelligent and capable animal that the energies of life have so far yet to configure. We humans are such a strange mix of delightful innovation and dreadful disrespect for the quotidian marvels each moment of awareness donates to anyone who awakens to the fantastic gift of just being alive for a century or so. I am most uncomfortable with the repeated reference to the alchemic conversion of what are insensitively termed base metals such as iron and copper and lead into the rather useless gleam of gold that, at best, is good to plate electrical contacts to forestall corrosion. The glorious delights of copper and steel and chromium that have donated so much to our civilization should not be disdained for the rather useless gold which is a disease destroying all that should be loved in our world.

        Each spring, here in Helsinki, the insistent wonder of floods of exultant dandelions cry out in yellow delight for the return of the warm sunlight and the plant butchers who mindlessly discipline the plots of grass to a kind of living Astroturf guillotine these joyous blond heads into bland green stumps. There is a sickness deep within our species that cannot tolerate the loveliness served each moment by the gifts of time and life.

        There are no base metals, the are all part of the gifts of the universe.

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      • Thanks Jan, its been so long since I have felt able to blog here, I have been so busy and due to a RSI can only use the computer a little now. I like your comments, even though they are challenging at times. Peace!

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  14. I have attempted poetry for a long time with very mixed results. I have also experimented with graphics and sculpture. I am close to 91 years old and even at the beginning of my efforts I was aware that creating something substantial out of available materials, whether it is paint on canvas or brazing bits of steel or brass or reaching into a stubborn vocabulary for the right word it always becomes a conversation between the material and the odd realms of the exploratory mind to reach some satisfactory agreement where the internal unknown can shake hands with the scraps of the real world to give birth to something new with an independent life. Many times this odd new creature looks back at its creator and grins mischievously and bites an apple.

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      • Thanks for talking back to me. I must confess I am most tempted to be furious with the optimism your site invokes as this most extraordinary little blob of dirt and molten iron is being trashed by the most intelligent and capable animal that the energies of life have so far yet to configure. We humans are such a strange mix of delightful innovation and dreadful disrespect for the quotidian marvels each moment of awareness donates to anyone who awakens to the fantastic gift of just being alive for a century or so. I am most uncomfortable with the repeated reference to the alchemic conversion of what are insensitively termed base metals such as iron and copper and lead into the rather useless gleam of gold that, at best, is good to plate electrical contacts to forestall corrosion. The glorious delights of copper and steel and chromium that have donated so much to our civilization should not be disdained for the rather useless gold which is a disease destroying all that should be loved in our world.

        Each spring, here in Helsinki, the insistent wonder of floods of exultant dandelions cry out in yellow delight for the return of the warm sunlight and the plant butchers who mindlessly discipline the plots of grass to a kind of living Astroturf guillotine these joyous blond heads into bland green stumps. There is a sickness deep within our species that cannot tolerate the loveliness served each moment by the gifts of time and life.

        There are no base metals, the are all part of the gifts of the universe.

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      • Thanks Jan, its been so long since I have felt able to blog here, I have been so busy and due to a RSI can only use the computer a little now. I like your comments, even though they are challenging at times. Peace!

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  15. There are two books I love that came to mind while reading this. “Sweeping Change: Discovering the Joy of Zen in Everyday Tasks” by Gary Thorpe and “Practicing the Presence of God” by Brother Lawrence. Both stress how we can find the spiritual in the supposedly mundane. Thanks for the reminder.

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  16. There are two books I love that came to mind while reading this. “Sweeping Change: Discovering the Joy of Zen in Everyday Tasks” by Gary Thorpe and “Practicing the Presence of God” by Brother Lawrence. Both stress how we can find the spiritual in the supposedly mundane. Thanks for the reminder.

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  17. “So I am left with this dichotomy, I started this blog just for me but there is this little touch of exhibition, subscribers, viewers, etc. ”

    Simon, I just published my first blog last night and today morning I found myself picking up my phone to check how many votes, likes and follows I had. And right after that action came a sense of foreboding that perhaps all I had done was laid another vanity trap for myself. So thanks for expressing this sentiment and giving the quote just before it.

    Well, I’ll find my way to some personal resolution of this dichotomy you mention but as for you my friend, you have to keep writing. Simply because I want to read what you write. I really enjoyed your post. Stay humble, keep doubting yourself and certainly keep writing.

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    • Just re-read this comment. Thanks again. I want to keep writing and stay humble for sure. Likewise you should definitely take the leap and start writing without feeling inhibition, exposing our true nature is so important. Peace and love.

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  18. “So I am left with this dichotomy, I started this blog just for me but there is this little touch of exhibition, subscribers, viewers, etc. ”

    Simon, I just published my first blog last night and today morning I found myself picking up my phone to check how many votes, likes and follows I had. And right after that action came a sense of foreboding that perhaps all I had done was laid another vanity trap for myself. So thanks for expressing this sentiment and giving the quote just before it.

    Well, I’ll find my way to some personal resolution of this dichotomy you mention but as for you my friend, you have to keep writing. Simply because I want to read what you write. I really enjoyed your post. Stay humble, keep doubting yourself and certainly keep writing.

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    • Just re-read this comment. Thanks again. I want to keep writing and stay humble for sure. Likewise you should definitely take the leap and start writing without feeling inhibition, exposing our true nature is so important. Peace and love.

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  19. I loved your expanded reflections about ‘do I write for the sake of art or for the sake of being noticed.’ That question hits home for me too. The words of that song come to mind that ‘everything waits to be noticed’ along with the feeling tones associated with that. I think the curiosity we give out to the world around us can’t help but turn back on ourselves. We and ‘other’ are ultimately all part of the one, seeking to know itself, and wanting to be seen. Thank you for what you are living and loving into existence, letting yourself be seen and in so doing affording me glimpses of myself.

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  20. I loved your expanded reflections about ‘do I write for the sake of art or for the sake of being noticed.’ That question hits home for me too. The words of that song come to mind that ‘everything waits to be noticed’ along with the feeling tones associated with that. I think the curiosity we give out to the world around us can’t help but turn back on ourselves. We and ‘other’ are ultimately all part of the one, seeking to know itself, and wanting to be seen. Thank you for what you are living and loving into existence, letting yourself be seen and in so doing affording me glimpses of myself.

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  21. How amazing to read this post for the first time. So many hints and treasures within it – as I have my own second blog started a month or so ago and used the word alchemy, with so many of the points you have touched upon here. It is serendipity. Exciting, surreal and cosmically ‘right’…like opening a gift and being totally surprised yet not all at the same time. The sensation of the familiar, I call it although unknown until the moment happens. So glad I have. Thank you. ☺️ Will Reblog.

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    • Thank-you so much. Perhaps this is one of Jung’s synchronicity events of meaningful coincidence. So often I have found the same, I think something, then I see it or notice. It makes me wonder what there is in this universe that we are conditioned not to see and vice versa! Namaste

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  22. How amazing to read this post for the first time. So many hints and treasures within it – as I have my own second blog started a month or so ago and used the word alchemy, with so many of the points you have touched upon here. It is serendipity. Exciting, surreal and cosmically ‘right’…like opening a gift and being totally surprised yet not all at the same time. The sensation of the familiar, I call it although unknown until the moment happens. So glad I have. Thank you. ☺️ Will Reblog.

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    • Thank-you so much. Perhaps this is one of Jung’s synchronicity events of meaningful coincidence. So often I have found the same, I think something, then I see it or notice. It makes me wonder what there is in this universe that we are conditioned not to see and vice versa! Namaste

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  23. It’s soothing somehow to see these comments about efficiency written out. A few times recently, I’ve had conversations where I expressed that efficiency isn’t the most important thing to me. There are many competing considerations in any task, and efficiency is near a priority–for me–in only a small number of them. I’m not a machine, built specifically to create output. Why, then, would “efficiency” be the be-all, end-all for me? I want the experience.

    Great food for thought here. Thank you.

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  24. It’s soothing somehow to see these comments about efficiency written out. A few times recently, I’ve had conversations where I expressed that efficiency isn’t the most important thing to me. There are many competing considerations in any task, and efficiency is near a priority–for me–in only a small number of them. I’m not a machine, built specifically to create output. Why, then, would “efficiency” be the be-all, end-all for me? I want the experience.

    Great food for thought here. Thank you.

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  25. Holy Smoke! 280 bloggers like this piece. I’m lucky to have 7 bloggers even see one of mine. Regardless, I love what you address here and have a few thoughts.

    I think Trungpa missed a third possibility in the piece about art…that one could be writing down one’s poetry (or painting one’s painting) in order to be able to read it again…and weep…again. I will elaborate: two years ago when I finally gave up striving to be a ‘successful’ painter (or writer or photographer), I decided that my success was divinely prevented because, had I been ‘successful,’ that success would have postponed my quitting that job (working for me and my agenda) and taking up my new one. (See https://theviewfrom5022.wordpress.com/2016/02/23/this-is-why/ )

    You (and my sister) have shown me that I was wrong…or partially wrong; Years ago I gave my world-traveling sister some of my earliest paintings. When she moved here in September, she brought back those paintings. They make me weep. There are aspects of those early pieces that are so honest and sensitive they are almost too intimate (and I’m talking about pen and ink tree silhouettes and a wine bottle still lifes. not nudes.) In truth, I am glad many of my paintings have never sold because I love them so. They cause my heart to leap and smile. Most are painted from my photography and my photography was taken up to captures scenes that move my spirit…

    Furthermore, I know damned well that some of those nuances of oil paint and the lythe folding of phrases in my writings are of spirit…and not of me; I was there when I did it and I’m not that good. Oh, I’d like to be humble and say my tears are because God has blessed me with talent. hog wash. The truth is somewhere between… somewhere close to realizing that when I made that artful swish, I had been successful in getting out of the way…and just look at how beautiful that swish is. I cry because the work is just that good and I’m as surprised as my sister. (“Sounds like it was written be someone better educated than you are.”)

    As for traveling the back roads, in https://theviewfrom5022.wordpress.com/2016/02/03/with-the-help-of-god-and-gladys/ , I present how gps has opened new sections of the map for me…and my heart.

    By the way, have you ever read “Care of the Soul” by Thomas Moore? Late 1980s or early 1990s. It opened my heart.

    Bless you, dear. Merry Christmas

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    • I think Trungpa talks a lot about finding a gap or space in thinking to allow the creative expression of his art, something that cannot be forced at all. Other spiritualist have also talked about becoming vehicles for the expression of cosmic consciousness, that sounds a big new age for sure, but I think it’s just that collective consciousness of humanity that we share.

      I’ll check out Care of the Soul 🙂 Thanks for commenting.

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    • “They make me weep. There are aspects of those early pieces that are so honest and sensitive they are almost too intimate”

      I’ve never been able to put into words about how I feel about some of the things I have created in the past…but seeing what you wrote…it kind of helps me home in on what happens when I look back on things I have created. “Raw” is what I had once said to myself about some songs I created in the past. Thanks for sharing.

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  26. Holy Smoke! 280 bloggers like this piece. I’m lucky to have 7 bloggers even see one of mine. Regardless, I love what you address here and have a few thoughts.

    I think Trungpa missed a third possibility in the piece about art…that one could be writing down one’s poetry (or painting one’s painting) in order to be able to read it again…and weep…again. I will elaborate: two years ago when I finally gave up striving to be a ‘successful’ painter (or writer or photographer), I decided that my success was divinely prevented because, had I been ‘successful,’ that success would have postponed my quitting that job (working for me and my agenda) and taking up my new one. (See https://theviewfrom5022.wordpress.com/2016/02/23/this-is-why/ )

    You (and my sister) have shown me that I was wrong…or partially wrong; Years ago I gave my world-traveling sister some of my earliest paintings. When she moved here in September, she brought back those paintings. They make me weep. There are aspects of those early pieces that are so honest and sensitive they are almost too intimate (and I’m talking about pen and ink tree silhouettes and a wine bottle still lifes. not nudes.) In truth, I am glad many of my paintings have never sold because I love them so. They cause my heart to leap and smile. Most are painted from my photography and my photography was taken up to captures scenes that move my spirit…

    Furthermore, I know damned well that some of those nuances of oil paint and the lythe folding of phrases in my writings are of spirit…and not of me; I was there when I did it and I’m not that good. Oh, I’d like to be humble and say my tears are because God has blessed me with talent. hog wash. The truth is somewhere between… somewhere close to realizing that when I made that artful swish, I had been successful in getting out of the way…and just look at how beautiful that swish is. I cry because the work is just that good and I’m as surprised as my sister. (“Sounds like it was written be someone better educated than you are.”)

    As for traveling the back roads, in https://theviewfrom5022.wordpress.com/2016/02/03/with-the-help-of-god-and-gladys/ , I present how gps has opened new sections of the map for me…and my heart.

    By the way, have you ever read “Care of the Soul” by Thomas Moore? Late 1980s or early 1990s. It opened my heart.

    Bless you, dear. Merry Christmas

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    • I think Trungpa talks a lot about finding a gap or space in thinking to allow the creative expression of his art, something that cannot be forced at all. Other spiritualist have also talked about becoming vehicles for the expression of cosmic consciousness, that sounds a big new age for sure, but I think it’s just that collective consciousness of humanity that we share.

      I’ll check out Care of the Soul 🙂 Thanks for commenting.

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    • “They make me weep. There are aspects of those early pieces that are so honest and sensitive they are almost too intimate”

      I’ve never been able to put into words about how I feel about some of the things I have created in the past…but seeing what you wrote…it kind of helps me home in on what happens when I look back on things I have created. “Raw” is what I had once said to myself about some songs I created in the past. Thanks for sharing.

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  27. https://inesepogalifeschool.com/
    Any step of creating art puts one in a meditative state. I mean, not production of art when some people paint one and the same image over and over again, but when they create one and each painting as a new experience for themselves. I am seeing no harm in showing such art to other people, and it does not change a thing: I have a lot of people who come to create art just because it allows floating away into this meditative state and become a part of surreal creative work that does not deal with the real reality, but the reality of our personal settings.

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  28. https://inesepogalifeschool.com/
    Any step of creating art puts one in a meditative state. I mean, not production of art when some people paint one and the same image over and over again, but when they create one and each painting as a new experience for themselves. I am seeing no harm in showing such art to other people, and it does not change a thing: I have a lot of people who come to create art just because it allows floating away into this meditative state and become a part of surreal creative work that does not deal with the real reality, but the reality of our personal settings.

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  29. I’m starting to learn too….that when I live my life with patience, and faith….with no doubt that things will unfold as they should…so long as I stay in line with my heart…that the good quality of experience perpetuates itself….I think living in this way automatically begins the process of the transmuting heavy emotional energies into lighter ones. Thanks for posting this.

    Years ago I had a book called Alchemical Psychology, by Thom F. Cavalli…. Your post reminded me to go buy it again. Check it out if you get the chance.

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  30. I’m starting to learn too….that when I live my life with patience, and faith….with no doubt that things will unfold as they should…so long as I stay in line with my heart…that the good quality of experience perpetuates itself….I think living in this way automatically begins the process of the transmuting heavy emotional energies into lighter ones. Thanks for posting this.

    Years ago I had a book called Alchemical Psychology, by Thom F. Cavalli…. Your post reminded me to go buy it again. Check it out if you get the chance.

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  31. “Art in my life involves the practice of daily activities in a way that uplifts my consciousness and reveals the spiritual and aesthetic harmony in my world. ” That’s just beautiful. I hope everyone aspires to do the same in their own lives. Excited to read more of your wonderful writing. Take care!

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    • Thank-you. I hope to write a lot more now that my teaching job has ceased for a while. With an RSI my computer use has been a bit curtailed lately. But, your kind words are definitely a motivation! Namaste.

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  32. “Art in my life involves the practice of daily activities in a way that uplifts my consciousness and reveals the spiritual and aesthetic harmony in my world. ” That’s just beautiful. I hope everyone aspires to do the same in their own lives. Excited to read more of your wonderful writing. Take care!

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    • Thank-you. I hope to write a lot more now that my teaching job has ceased for a while. With an RSI my computer use has been a bit curtailed lately. But, your kind words are definitely a motivation! Namaste.

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