I am looking for the fire, but first I must find the spark. The spark is that all electric thing that comes into mind upon the sharing of an idea or a dialogue that promotes something other than the mundane. Mind over matter. My matter is not something I mind, but my mind is something that I have taken a liking to. Lately, it seems that my mind has gotten fat and lazy. In its fat and lazy state it is open for predators for it is too slow to twist and assault that which tip toes behind it. It is also deaf and would not hear the quiet steps either. Aye. The mundane. Too mundane are the shifts of my mind that creation lies in some back alley waiting to die.
In the recognition of such, it is not too late to do what is necessary to remedy the situation. I realize that my mind requires the kind of diet that shall lean itself out to the point of sharpness. The point that is oh so virtual making anything possible. It is a diet away from the mundane.
There. In the other room lies a painting. A painting that yesterday saw me push to present color to the outline. Just mere color and that is all. Today, I made note upon listening to a lecture while painting. I noticed that I require something more than just feeble yap from some background movie noise. I require something that is mind entertaining. How entertaining might it be to know the value of a dream or that when dreaming the body goes into paralysis. That is something to think of. With this, my laying of color was better suited, yet it is still a far cry from that which I know I am capable of.
As for my writing. That too has suffered greatly. When I used to dream during the day, things were vibrant and stories were told to me by my mind who not only provided lines of dialogue, but also color. A simple gaze upon a flower, star, moon, animal, or bug could would bring me places that provided a lovely hatch into another realm. Where or when it was that I became rooted is unknown, but I believe I know its cause and that is half the battle. ~ Maggie ~ November 5, 2010 @ 8:48 p.m.
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