“Nothing is ever finished, only surrendered.”
Raised most of my life in the south I was taught about the things we don’t talk about. Which is a real bummer.
Now I have set my course to ask questions about the set of values I was handed in contrast to the greater awareness of my lived experience. And as a father, I wish to give my girls an even greater glimpse of awareness to help expand their own imaginations. Of all the things I’m sure my children will teach me, I am beautifully reminded in simply observing them that making a mark without knowing where it will lead next is the truest way forward. They teach me so well about just showing up.
And therein lies the secret hidden amongst the daily grind. Just showing up is powerful.
I regard my work as an evolution. A constant turning and unfolding of new forms and new expressions. I believe everything I do starts with me, first, and then moves outward from there. I can’t begin to understand the weight of the world if I don’t first spend time with my own heavy body. Each moment a continual process of learning how to sit with and welcome change. In truest transparency these are the obstacles I face day-to-day:
moving beyond the limitations of my own imagination
trusting my gut
Yet when I open my eyes in the morning I am filled with new possibilities. The greatest way to lose hope I found is to think every day is the same as the last. It can’t possibly be true. The things we pay no mind to are those things in us that are most quietly screaming for our attention. Welcoming every distraction.