Archive for Finding Your Genius
“This is how I show my love,
I made it in my mind because…
Maybe I’m a different breed,
Maybe I’m a missing link…”
This little character just blurted itself onto the page in pure joyous celebration of that song and those lyrics Inspiration comes in the most surprising moments from the most surprising things.
I don’t know what this drawing means or why I drew it. The only explanation I have is I drew it because I felt like it. Not that I felt like the character in the drawing, I wished I was feeling like it though.
I wanted to feel like I was flowing in sync with the rest of the world instead of struggling like a mental patient. I guess I drew it ‘cos that’s what I wanted but couldn’t make happen any other way than by making it real in a small picture
He’s quite right, your time is limited, so is mine. It made me wonder, what am I doing with my time to make sure I live my life according my my greatest dreams and aspirations. What are you doing? Everything I do today, everything YOU do today – is setting the course for what happens tomorrow, next week, next year etc. etc.
Will I get to live some of my dreams? Will I live long enough to experience some of the greatest things I can imagine in life? Only if I’m doing something today to make it happen.
To follow on from my last YIKpic,”Delicate Dreams” this one looks at one of the things needed to keep dreams alive. They need you to breathe life into them everyday – your life. It’s actually the sacred nectar that dreams need more than anything else to survive. You can breathe life into them by thinking about them, doing something to move towards making them real, talking to people about them. Anything really that revitalizes the dream within your heart and mind, that will do the trick xxn
Dreams seem like the most delicate thing on this planet, like the
petals of the most delicate flower you can imagine. And like the
most delicate flower you can imagine, they can be crushed and can
wilt from the slightest harsh contact with external influences.
I don’t know why they’re made like this, all I can guess is that
it’s so we learn how to care for something so vulnerable and
nurture it until it’s grown strong. Letting your dreams die seems
like letting something inside of you die…it feels like that
I’ve always thought babies have all kinds of insights and wisdom to share, but just not in the way we’re accustomed to taking in information. I imagine that if we could intuitively communicate with them, and actually listen, they might have a lot of answers to help us along the way:)
Sometimes it feels like I’m chasing ideas that keep themselves just beyond my reach. If I wanted to capture them, I guess I need to think about them more consistently and in more detail – disciplined and focussed attention would do the trick.
Sometimes I wonder at things…things I just don’t get. I used to wonder why people took photos of themselves standing next to celebrities. It seemed strange because I didn’t understand what people hoped to gain from standing next to a celebrity. Some things end up making sense to me, others still remain a mystery.
I drew this picture whilst talking to Shaune Clarke on the phone about writing books. I was trying to figure out the process of writing as it relates to our mind and consciousness. In my experience, this is what happens;) Writing focuses and concentrates diffused consciousness, or light, and sparks a fire in the soul.
Cue music now…There’s a fire burning in my soul…