Slugging through it…
Yup. Some days it just doesn’t matter how bright the sun is shining, how loud the birds are singing, or how green the grass looks. Some days are like a big shadow…a dark place. A reminder that one can choose to be an astronaut or a mushroom when things get dark. Actually, I think it’s more like a mushroom turning into an astronaut if you embrace optimism.
At sunrise I had all sorts of creative ideas and goals, and then… reality took a big bite out of it. Shark attack. And I spent my available time networking with every available resource for “how to find a new roommate in three to five days.” Remember my last blog about dedication toward a creative goal and playing with the balance of finances. One must consider exactly what the creative process encompasses (a very individual thing) and if the current living situation fosters and nurtures that…or not.
Maybe the reaction can be compared to how a space program reacts when they are trying to reprogram a launch and the Moon just can’t wait. The Moon is in my plan, as an astronaut. If the plan includes sh**, then I’m a mushroom. But I detest the smell of sh**. So…
In the force of artistic nature our feelings are as critical as other animal’s instincts. Feelings are the tap source for creative flow. It’s how we create something soulful and appealing. Artistic Survivalist in the Raw. As a small demonstration of resilience and defiance, I applied my artistic skill to problem solving for my huge reality bite. Emotional weight is complicated and compounded when we feel connected to our dearest friends who are having dark moments too. We slug through it with respect and consideration. This blog blip is a tribute to Rocket, who probably always thought he was a four legged astronaut. ‘Cause no matter how rotten it gets, a dog never has a bad day. Doggie Smile.
