poetry

eye poetry

On my "sad" days I surf  the internet looking around for inspirations,pick-me-ups that will do just that;lift my soul!

Most of the time I surf inside Flickr,ETSY or at Poetry.com. Always coming back lifted and inspired to concentrate on getting busy with better things in life rather than feeling sorry for myself.

Being an Artist is hard,there are no promises of money it it, no promises of immediate success,no promises that your Mojo will deliver 100% of the time and,specially,no promises that you will please others or be understood by anyone...It's a lonely road for sure! Being an artist requires more than just an inclination to be one,you have to be born one...you have to be born with an artistic soul to be able to create Art,and You must be a bit on the crazy  side too! =D

In my surfings I have seen beauty and I have seen people trying to see beauty.Do I make any sense?

I have seen photographers that have never study photography and yet,creates amazing beauty... and photographers with degrees,a well paid job,even fame attached to their names yet,no artistic soul in them.They keep on Producing dead work that appeals to name collectors only.

The eye of an artist is his camera,his canvas,his palettes,the windows that his soul uses to create( not the camera or paint brush)...The eyes of someone trying to see beauty is just clinically registering what he sees in front of him,most of the time it will have no 3-dimentional life or poetic beauty in it,clinically perfect yet dead.Just what the camera sees,so to say,an automated work.

Picasso's work was disorganized and even considered chaotic,but he was a master.And why? Because Art is an intimate artistic expression,is a disclosure of the Artist's interior life,Is a portrait of his soul,so to say.After all,Art is an investigation of both the outer and the inner worlds.Don't you agree? 

Maybe is when both worlds collides that Art is created,like a big bang?...I like the idea of having an artistic "big bang"!

Irene's work shows her inner poetic beauty and her graceful strength so beautifully.No wonder the name of her shop is Eye Poetry,because her work is,for me,like a beautiful silent poem.

Any way,hope you enjoy my choice for this poetic Tuesday.

By the way,good start for my second day of my 30 days trial.have to go now, as my day is promising to be a busy one already!

Remember to be happy today,

walking slowly

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...And this year,for the first time in my life,I had no goals listed in a small piece of pink paper,to be hidden inside my wallet,for the year of 2013. Why?-Simply because they do not work for me,no matter how hard I've tried,they simply do not work for me!
I have given up on trying to be like my friends that do stick to goals and long"To-Do"lists...don't know how they do it either.
I'm a notorious side-tracker and goals listing do not work for me...any need to say more? 
I would write on my lists things like; To exercise at least 4 times every week this year;then I would end up finding myself seating in front of my computer,a few extra hours,researching on new exercises to build muscles,etc... Or actually going to gym and simply gasbagging for hours about trivialities with my friends. 
I would eventually exercise less and less...any need to say more?
It's like my mind has been wired to go against my wishes,to rebel against order and perhaps routines? Does it make any sense to you?
How about eating healthier? I would find myself eating out with friend more often,eating the same food as everyone in the table, just to please everyone,and then promising myself to be good next day...to repeat the same behavior in the very next day!
I have myself pinned-up this time,I know my weak spots and will work with them more efficiently...gotcha yeah!!
After all the searchings about breaking bad habits and sticking to goals I've found this site; Steve Pavlina He helps side-trackers,like myself,to stick to goals by dividing the "white-elephant"into small bites size,small enough to be attainable!
The guy can write,can also inspire you and at the same time keep you honest to your trials(goals)...simple plans but to the point. Don't they say that simplicity is the key to success?
Today I started a 30 days trial (goal) which is to be 90% raw and  therefore improve my health a bit.Tried so many times to do just that and every single time I would take 2 steps ahead towards my goals and 10 behind,does it sound familiar? 
I'm writing also a journal to keep me motivated and honest to this goal and after the 30 days I'll grab another goal and go for it !... anyone interested in joining me here?
Will my side tracking habits overtake me this time like before, we shell see won't we?
All I really needed was someone to hold my hand and help me to walk slowly,so to say,out of this clutter that has been accumulating inside my life.One small goal-at-a-time,keeping me out of trying to overachieve by bitting too bigger goals or too many goals,too fast.Hopefully I will learn that the big goals can become a possibility for me if i can stick to my small goals till the end?... and have you notice that Steve called "Goals" trials?

My 30-day trial of eating nothing but raw foods (fruits, vegetables, nuts, and seeds),will be logged as a journal every single day...are you interested on joining me? Have you ever done something like this before? Any ideas or tips?
Should I open another blog to log the journal for this trial or keep all in this blog,what is your opinion?
Any way,just wanted to share my plans for the next 30 days with you guys today.
be happy

xox

Lets talk again...

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I know,I know: it's been a while. As much as I missed blogging, I cannot deny that taking this long break was absolutely necessary.
Somehow my life did spiral out of my control,again...and I just did not find in me, the will to write anything,to share my feelings or to ask for sympathy.I could not keep up with the events around me,my thoughts were incoherent and I had no desire to organize any sentences to post here as my well of ideas felt dry and sour...Such is life,I said to myself...At least such was my life then,dried up and gray,no joy to share with anyone...and if joy was not around to share with others,misery was not a good feeling to spread to others either!
So I went quietly into,yet,another reclusion.I went "walkabout" looking for my "famous" wondering Mojo...so love this Australian expression!
Have I found my Mojo yet? To be honest,still trying to identify it to be able to tell you that i have indeed found it.LOL
But,at least,I can now see at the end of this long tunnel and I can also see directions.I've been lost from my own self for ages and had no idea for how long I had been lost or no idea that I had,indeed been lost!...does it make any sense to you?... and,did you ever fell like this? 
Identity crisis,mid-life crises,depression,artist's crisis,walkabout,etc... Call it whatever you want to call it,it's fine by me! All I can tell you is that it felt wrong to carry-on feeling the way i felt inside my heart,and it felt real and scary to me then.
What did trigger this crises,I've heard you asking? The constant and never ending moving around that is part of my life now. Also finding that the "choices" button was missing in my life...it felt odd not been able to have a voice or to be free to make choices.I needed time to re-adjust to this life that is mine now,to accept the flow of this crazy and unstable life.To accept the unacceptable and embrace the unwanted. Does it makes any sense to you?
I looked around me and did see that everyone had something to live for,something to get up every morning for,some goals,some big dreams and even something to die for...and I? I had nothing major to get me out of my bed...I felt like a caged bird with chopped-up wings;such vast sky outside the cage, and even if this cage was to be open I could not venture and fly out of it! Remember my broken wings?
This was the result of years of an easy,comfortable kept life...I  lost my will to fly! Don't get me wrong,I did agree to put my dreams inside a box to help others to achieve theirs,indeed I did! It felt like the right thing to do and it was comfy and safe...and then I forgot about my dreams and never opened that box again.This was when things went pear shape in my life and I felt dried up and sour inside.The nest felt empty,the dreams were locked up inside a lost box and my life felt dramatically too small...like an old dress that no longer fits over my body.I am no longer as small as my dreams were once...my hunger for life have doubled and I have shameless outgrown my old life.
I will be honest with you;I don't know what I want to do with my life at the moment,still a bit confused and lost,but I sure do know what I can no longer have in it and this is a good starting point!
So,now you know why the long absence and what I have been up to,now you can say your bit and share your thoughts...Lets get comfy and grab a long black,or a wine,take off your shoes and talk?
xoxo