Thursday, September 15, 2011

Ah, Chaos

Observation: It seems many people find comfort in order, with everything perfectly in it’s place.

Me? Not so much. I find comfort in chaos. Not a chaotic life, please no more of that, but in the details, yes please!

Neat and tidy freaks me out. Perfectly put together hair, makeup and “outfits.” Grass without a single weed, the perfect home without a crumb or speck of dust, without color and life. Tame music and art and books that spell things out and don’t make me think and discuss and wonder and feel. Flat and boring things.

I like my life details to be real and rich and full of life and mess and universal authenticity. To me, nothing has a place, let alone everything. Things should be colorful and quirky and fun, not perfect and planned. Life can be mundane, why not fill in the in-betweens with things that are extraordinary just because they're interesting? Get messy, and dirty, and chaotic and have fun. Even if it's just in the simple, little things. Especially in the little things.

Be real. Live.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Emptying the Mind

I’m currently reading Skywriting By Word of Mouth by John Lennon

Not too far into it yet, but it’s really great. Tons of insight into such an intelligent, creative mind, and filled with Lennon’s witty, tongue-in-cheek humor on every page.

Anyway, last night, I came across the following passage:

“I was talking to Helen (well, at Helen, really), and as usual I found myself on the defensive about “mystics.” I didn’t get too frantic for a change. Anyway, I found myself saying something like the following – that many, if not all, great men and women were “mystics” in a sense: Einstein, who at the end of his life remarked that if he had it to do over, he would have spent more time on the spiritual; Pythagoras and Newton were mystics. But the main point I was getting at was the fact that in order to receive the “wholly spirit,” i.e. creative inspiration (whether you are labeled an artist, scientist, mystic, psychic, etc.), the main “problem” was emptying the mind.

You can’t paint a picture on dirty paper; you need a clean sheet.”

He goes on to talk about famous artists who went crazy trying to break the “straightjacket” of their own minds to get to that wholly spiritual place of creation. This is so interesting, and gave me pause to consider the different layers of spirituality inherent in all of us.

Something to work toward discovering, anyway. To strive toward reaching that pinnacle and finding the way to empty the mind, as he calls it. Lots to consider here. A new array of options, and possibilities. Potential. Reading this felt quite like opening an unexpected present. Thanks, Lennon.:)