Monday, December 20, 2010
nativity for mother
pulling a needle out of the eye/worship/in your head
it feels like the season/mistletoe
where three become two become one
girls in the forest
sometimes you want to run or there are so many running voices in your head but you have to wait/endurance.
during a critique at school, my teacher would ask us to identify our strongest and weakest pieces. often the pieces we thought were weakest were what he thought were the best.
I think sometimes we don't like what we don't recognize.. allowing, accepting something outside of ourselves, something foreign and new, into our selves.
the danger of the comfort zone.
give me open eyes to recognize those things I don't understand that are good for me
give me an open heart towards those things that require my pliability in order to accept
Monday, December 13, 2010
My heart has broken after reading Tolstoy's Hadji Murat.
A brave, sincere and honest minority being crushed under overwhelming forces, but standing unswayed and determined until the end.
What is it about this theme that grabs our hearts - and why is it in our world that the minority is never allowed to win?
Maybe the important thing to be learned is not in their lives being saved -
We cling to the importance of life. We try to protect and maintain it at any cost. Life can seem a threatened spark in the night.
But there's something more important than life..
Something larger and more beautiful than what human bodies can bear to contain.
"unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.."