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I read an article this morning which put this idea into my head: As young creative people we want our talents to be witnessed. As mature creative people we want to use our talents to witness.
That feels right to me.
But there’s something about power in here, too: I don’t seek power, and I’m turned off by people who do. I just want to be present in the moment and witness life in its infinite variety of forms. Yet how much of my shunning power comes from not getting any? Is this sour grapes, or liberation from the values of a material world that’s disconnected from its source? Or both?
I doodled this today as a response to a drawing prompt on Twitter from Off-Life magazine:
It scares me a bit because it’s such a powerful, kinda violent image (reffed* from that classic picture of Muhammed Ali).
*”Reffing” is a handy word I’ve picked up: referring to source material when drawing.
In a Strategic Coach meeting yesterday it struck me that I don’t really have any plans. Probing further, asking why, I got an image/feeling like there’s no hot air for my balloon. No hope.
They say “Hope is for suckers”, but I’m inclined more toward “Hope is for people who aren’t satisfied with the present.” Still, Strategic Coach say “Always make your future bigger than your past”, and that does seem to be the best way to stay engaged and feel some enthusiasm about life.
I don’t know what I want. I do know that I don’t want to shake things up just for the sake of it; there has to be a point.
Here’s something I know: It’s been sunny here for about a fortnight, and it’s a real pleasure just having that going on in the background. It tickles my brain.