A person I admire often made this point when lecturing: “I am not the message.” This is true for the thoughts I share with you through my blog. A truth manifests itself but I cannot always live it. This past month brought me to my knees. 2012 offers renewed hope because I know that the splendor of natural phenomena can heal.
Life has positive meaning … I do not know how to reveal this, not even to myself. But what I have discovered is that when I let my character enter a dark tunnel of limit and sadness, this act is always coupled with being distracted by lack. This deficient existence I manufacture only has to participate in nature to revive. The evolutionary process of plants, animals, the landscape, weather – really all things not made by humans – are there free for me. I often approach this knowledge with solemn reverence but I believe this should be coupled with roguish abandon. I am integral, a stitch in the natural tapestry ... I can add color and joy if I choose.
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