Tag: power of intention

No Regrets.

humans being, musings, On Art and Culture, wanderlust October 21, 2014

No Regrets

Regret is something I have no desire to cultivate.  To live life in the present, to be mindful, thoughtful, and deliberate… that’s the goal.  I don’t think most people go into something with the well-developed intention of hurting or taking from another.  I believe most people operate from a place of survival, and from that place it’s nearly impossible to make well-considered choices, let alone separate emotion from practical matters.  From survival there is no action, only reaction, the breeding ground for regret, if ego backs off long enough for regret to even take root.

Regret for missed opportunities?  One who got away?  A hare-trigger temper?  Not me.  What regret, then, do I have?  They say everybody has them… I suppose I regret the way I saw myself when I was younger… how many years I wasted feeling inadequate because I compared myself to others, instead of honoring what I bring to the table.  I regret giving myself away to people who could not appreciate me, instead of being patient and seeking out those who could, and then basing my own worth on the neglect of the broken.  That’s about my only regret. Any others I have attended to… apologies, incompletes…  I saw this tattoo on a woman’s forearm and asked what the English translation is.  “No regrets,” she said with a grin.

 

Dream.

On Art and Culture September 18, 2013

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of the lifelong dream.  And I’m finding that the ultimate one imbeds itself into your soul and cannot be abandoned, no matter what life brings you to challenge its fortitude.

I have dreamed of my own studio for 21 years, but never did that dream studio look as beautiful as the one that has actually come.  My studio is the confluence of multiple paths.  I know it sounds intense, and it is, but only in the sense that I am deeply happy.

Today was my fourth solid working one.  All the others have been doing, fixing, ordering, running, installing, head-scratching, and cussing ones.  Today I have worked for a ridiculous amount of time and maintained a focus that really surprised me.  This is what passion looks like.  And I like how it feels.

A dream is never too good to be true.   What amazes me, though, is how it will keep tapping you on the shoulder whenever you turn away from it.

There was a crazy mid-September hail storm today, and my friend David told me it was God’s confetti sent in celebration of my new adventure.  Thanks, David, for pushing me to the very edge of radical gratitude.

 

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