quick, quick, slow
musings on life, love, and expressive arts
Girl
How does life happen so slowly and then so fast? This is a rhetorical question, a Zen koan. Of course, it does. Our rhythms, our ups, and downs, come in just that way. As the road you have never traveled arises in the distance, you try to stay in the lines. Ha, this says a lot about my driving and my trend toward distraction. I try not to get distracted by the blinding beauty. I try not to fall asleep if it’s super flat and dull.
This song came into my life a bit ago and this artist has captivated my weeks. I get captivated by artists because I am an artist too. I have so often resisted this title. What does that mean anyway? Does it mean you paint and make money, dance, sing, write, etc., and make money doing it? If so, I am not a very “successful artist” yet.
And oh, the fucking capitalism of all these ponderings. How do artists make a living these days? What I know is being an artist is an in-your-soul experience. One day you wake up and you say, this is the truth. Art must be created. To me, it is something about loving the process,
and
I deeply hope…
as an artist, I can impart a sense of your unique artistry inside you. You all have it, of this, I am quite clear.
How does a helper, facilitator, healer, or artist do this? I think by healing themselves, which is a damn luxury and a part-time job.
I have tried to limit my engagement on Instagram and increase engagement here. We shall see how it goes. This is a bit of a lie (I am editing and sharing this here after a few weeks). Ah, social media, the addiction!?
Some final thoughts on impermanence:
You can have a soul connection and walk away. You can kiss someone new and then break down about someone old. You can long, dream, cry, dust yourself off, and walk through your day. I know you can.
I love writing. I hate writing. It stresses me to no end, and I have been doing more of it lately. I plan to do more of it, since I am deeply hopeful you might join me in one of my upcoming offers, there a quite a few in June!
I write all of the time in my head, and I get anxious to share it because I know there are typos and run-on sentences. Are you really here to read my writing? No idea, but I love you being here. I love the idea of you sharing this with some who might want to connect with the expressive arts because my passion for the expressive arts grows with each day. If I click a link, listen to music, write, draw, meditate, and talk to friends, they day goes with ease.
I speak with a lot of my friends each week. I am so so so grateful for them. If you are reading, I deeply thank you for all you do friends.
A photo of sapphic inspiration; why?
This newsletter has changed a good bit in the last few years. It has a slightly more queer lens because I have been out for half a decade.
sapphic
săf′ĭk
adjective
Of or relating to lesbianism.
Relating to lesbianism, lesbian.
And it’s lesbian visibility week!
I would be happy to talk to your nonbinary youth, your trans youth, coming out late in life queers. I don’t purport to be the expert on all things queer, and it has been more of a focus these years. Folks say you often come out repeatedly, and if it is beneficial, here you go. I am queer, I am here and I am not going away.
And the way I walk through the world has shifted because of these experiences.
Can I help you shift as you need?
Peace and ease,
Bridget
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