I am just going to start writing.

I am just going to start writing.  I am not going to worry about how long this piece is or what it says.  I am just going to write from my soul, my spirit.  A lot has happened in my life, a lot in recent times as well.  I write a lot in this season of my life.  I have written many short form pieces and posted them online over the last decade shifting from my 30’s to my 40’s. 

I have had the revelation come over my understanding, my life as what I have come to know with the term life art, living life as art.  I have tried a lot to share the good of this revelation with people who may benefit from it.  In addition to the pieces that I have written that I mentioned, I have recorded spoken testimonials in the form of a podcast and also kept a blog.  I am sure that I repeat myself many times in these shorter pieces over the years. 

I hope very much that the core of who I am comes out in these pieces, the Love that I am.  I understand that perhaps I am my own best student, master teacher, master student in combinatory play with nature the master artists of all erupting spontaneously as the living genius of incarnation. 

I am grateful for myself.  I am grateful for all that I have gone through.  The trials were passageways.  I trust myself now more than anyone else.  I trust the Love that I am, most prominently role modeled for me by my mother and father, aunts, family and friends.  I count my mother and father, aunts, grandmother and grandfather as my artistic influences, my main artistic influences who taught me the art of being. 

That is what all of this is about for me, the art of being.  I have said it many times and it seems that maybe I am destined to keep writing these shorter form pieces instead of one great tome in order to get at more fully what this all has been like.  The art that is my life is, I say, a marker in the Western historical art record that reunites life as art back with contemporary sensibilities.  As I have said many times, religion is about beliefs, philosophy is about ideas, life art is about being.  And yes, it has taken much from mindfulness.  Quite possibly life art is mindfulness practiced in the living domain of a fully matured artist of life. 

I am inspired to just write, write every day because it brings me joy.  I want so much to publish books that will help people and allow me to be my true full self wholly. 

I feel inspired to just simply flood the internet with my Love completely, fully, writing and writing and writing because I know that this writing is quality and coming from a helpful, kind, loving and Loving place.  I care about what my output is. 

I got inspired by Avi Loeb and his collaboration with an artist to put some of my own recent visual art with my writings online.  The combination of writing with visual art seems to be a helpful spark for the imagination and intellect. 

We have to stay inspired.  There is good in our lives.  There is good in our hearts.  Allow yourself to not be perfect but do not use that lack of perfection to be an excuse to do wrong minded things in life.  Enjoy your imperfection but do not let it take away your good spark.  You are beautiful in your own right.  Know this deeply and it will arise in your consciousness and lived experience.  This beauty is within us all, we all just don’t always know about it in its fullest extent. 

I have worked at a library for seven years as art, as living art, as living public art.  I can’t seem to communicate this to my local art community.  There seems no ready way to facilitate this understanding and accomplishment. 

I wanted to much to connect with the art of my times and make a meaningful contribution to the conversation of art in my times.  Life art is that contribution.  And by all means, please, truly, life art going infinitely beyond everything that I do at the library where I work.  And of course all opinions expressed here are my own. 

I wanted to so much to connect with my local art community, to humble myself and make connections with the people who are local to where I live.  I feel this has not happened yet.  Perhaps it never will.  Perhaps my work is meant to be understood in posterity.  I did hope that I could live in the illumination of my dream. 

Life art just spontaneously emerged since I was an artist through and through in my soul, in my being, in my essence, in my isness who committed to library work.  I have tried to share the gift of life art through libraries.  I am not sure if that is meant to be or not.  I feel called now to go much deeper and much higher and much further with my own personal practice as a role model, an example of life art in action. 

Writing in small paragraphs is easier in on my soul in this way, trying to get as much of what my heart knows out onto these writings. 

I love myself.  I love who I am.  I love the loving energy that is arising in my life daily.  I want to find ways to communicate the humble miracle of my life from absolute disarray to existential mastery.  I am not a perfect person.  I leave dishes out and forget to put things away but my spirit is good.  I love the truth that is in me, as me.  I love the good power that I am in my spirit that does not fall prey to cynicism, sarcasm, doubt, worry, shame, sorrow or disbelief. 

At the same time I welcome and nurture all the parts of myself that have felt those ways in the past and I rightly integrate them into my newfound self, my newfound way of being.  This life art way of being is a gift.  I feel now like I might just begin to write more and more about my own experience of it.  I hope very much that in the future scholars along with just every day folks will look through the well of writings that I have created, channeled and look for the gift there.  I do believe that if I just keep sharing my light day in day out that this love that I am will be know.  That I will be known in an appropriate way.  The gift of my life is meant to be known far and wide in a good way I believe but just as much it is an end in and of itself.  It is my own personal salvation, truly. 

I have been bettered from the almighty right-minded awakening of learning about mindfulness from Jon Kabat Zinn, the works of Eckhart Tolle, Derek Rydall and so many others.  Reading health-oriented books has been my salvation. Reading is truly practical magic, good practical magic when attuned to the good within.  My power is real and I am grateful for it.  It shows itself to me every day of my life. 

As I mentioned I have started making visual art in earnest again.  I have a good explosion of creativity come through over the past several weeks producing many digital artworks drawn by pressing my fingers to the screen of my smartphone.  There was no plan to that.  My parents visited my brother several states away and just around that time I had a surge of conventional creative energy come through that unfolded for several days, a few weeks.  I am including some of those images with this writing and am determining to include it in the second phase of the blog. 

All the many actions and activities while being at the library working has been life art, service, yes, but also the expression of my artistic soul, of giving, of being my true self. 

And truly this has been 24 hours a day.  Always.  In all ways.  This is the revelation.  I know that this will help many people out there if they can ever read this and truly understand it.  As an artist, once you really turn on the switch in your brain that drives home the message that everything can be art, rightly, you are placed smack dab in the driver’s seat of you whole life.  It unlocks latent energy to serve you in all of your life not just when you are in the studio. 

I know with all that I am that this work is meant to help the mentally ill and also artists struggling to build a stable and supportive life situation for themselves in which to have the time, energy and money to work on their art as they want to.  Life is good for everyone really as it helps to unlock potential and channel it rightly. 

Oh to the powers that be that are vastly bigger than me, please let me give this good fire to the people around me in time and space such that they can benefit from its awesome nature and power.  It is with respect for the higher energies and reverence for all energies that I decree life art to be brought into being more fully in and as my life.  Again though, paradoxically, for the time being, I feel called upon to focus in on my own life again in earnest and enjoy the bliss of this realization in and as my life.  It is powerful. 

The more and more that I can tap into this being that I am, the more and more it lives rightly, is illuminated, is enjoyed as my life experience and the eternity that it resonates in and as.  I love you reader.  I care about you through time and space, through the ages, perhaps through centuries and millennia.  I am just a human being.  I know with all that I am that life matters and as such my life matters and yours does to.  As it has been said many, many times, we each are vastly more powerful than we know.  I think our power is concealed from us sometimes to keep us safe so that we may mature in order to make use of it rightly.