Creative Journal: Imagination in Motion
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(... searching for data...) 27th JULY 2005 |
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(Be Still...) 26th JULY 2005 |
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Sometimes you have to still your mind in order to find direction... My mind often rambles through random thoughts that do not always make apparent sense immediately. Not even to me. Sometimes, I choose to share them with you and in doing so they grow, disperse and transmute. At other times the sheer thought of disclosing them abruptly and involuntarily deletes them from my 'hard drive'. They become missing beats in the rhythm of language and so I have no-thing to say, only to feel. But then, everything is not for the sharing... somethings are supposed to be personal. not everything needs to be said... |
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(A Floating Marathon...) 22nd JULY 2005 |
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Yesterday morning I went to carve without any sleep and worked through day into the late evening in a hypnotic state. It felt as though I was a kite, soaring on high and guided by greater unseen forces. I was beyond the reach of tired. Protected by a light-footed exhilaration enthused by thoughts of reaching the epicentre of where beginnings take seed. It was another brand new day, a gift. I got down to earth and began chipping away again, going deeper. My 'fresh' eyes could see her in a changing light, she was asking for a more clarified definition, I responded obligingly. And so, into the night we continued to dance together following a rich and intensified rhythm. It was another wonder-filled day... All my senses were invigorated... I felt at peace. Thanks. I trust tomorrow will come... |
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(04:55 GMT...) 21st JULY 2005 |
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While many of you this side of the globe will be fast asleep, I've been wide awake updating www.SoulVisionary.com - I have added the ability for you to comment on each entry within my Creative Journal. This could also be a good space for you to share your own thoughts, ideas and interpretations or maybe even ask a question. This is a great start to a wonder-filled day. Communication is the key ... |
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(Go Peacefully...) 20th JULY 2005 |
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If Life was a card game, there's no sure way the pack could be marked. There's no way of cheating and you can't control every outcome. My Great-Granny would say, "While man a mek him plan, God a mash plan..." But I also remember her saying, pointing to the mountain in the distance: "You see dat me chil', if you want to move it you can." Today, is another moment of silence, when eyes that have never seen the light return to the darkness. A new Life that 'never' lived and so cannot know how to 'die'. I bid you farewell although we never met, in the hopes that your journey home will be a serene one. May the rose of your existence not be obscured by the thorns of your passing, so that those who love you most can still celebrate you and in that celebrate themselves. Time is longer than rope... |
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(Growing with the Flow...) 18th JULY 2005 |
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You cannot rush Time. It goes at its own pace. Unraveling the mysteries of the future and as it 're' mystifies the past. It is an infinite river of intertwining possibilities... One lifetime is not enough to investigate all its waters or experience every ebb and flow, but wherever the raft of Life takes us there will always be something to give and even more to learn. I swim with the tide... | |||
(Space and Place...) 16th JULY 2005 |
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Previously, up high on the workbench the carving was brought closer to my eye level. I would stand over, walk around and turn her over to see the merging facets. In essence I acted upon her, albeit with permission. Today we worked on the ground. On my knees with the emerging forms firmly viced between my thighs, torso hovering over her and eyes intently focused on the contorted surface as I chipped away rhythmically. There was an even closer feel of deeper connection between the stone, tools and myself. We moved together, no distance between. Thoughts, actions and sounds fully synchronised, liberation without interruption... apparently becoming more with less. Less is often more...
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(Life Teaches...) 12th JULY 2005 |
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Patience... Calmly suspended by silky-steel threads in the middle of here and there, the well prepared spider just waits weightlessly for events to unfold. There is a real lesson in that for Life. Carving by hand is also a skill that requires patience, persistence, determination and foresight bound together with creative purpose. It requires me to be like the spider in more ways than one. Click thumbnails to see larger images, they will appear in a pop-up window. The day went by quickly as I rasped and refined the forms. Then I realised, as I always do at some point, that I have just begun. The road is long, but as always the view is interesting and the learning plenty. Sometime soon I'll be on the next sojourn, onto the next lesson. I wet the stone and within the blue-black, inter-connected body, I could see the wondrous grain and pattern enhanced by kisses of toasty-brown. There are glassy green stripes, a definite white streak and speckles of gold dust. As the surface gets smoother so the grain will reveal itself to the light of time and have its profound say! Time is my virtuous teacher... |
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(For Your Interest...) 10th JULY 2005 |
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This web site is in constant rejuvenation with perpetual updating and refining of the information and the layout. The interface is being subtly reworked to define its purpose: a relaxing space in which to showcase 'my creations' and generate a developing audience. Today, I have added some text about my working and carving processes, this area is called Soul Seeking >>
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(Intimate Encounters...) 7th JULY 2005 |
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Amongst the scattered clouds and intermittent showers, the sunlight peeked out. He gently massaged the back of my neck and arms as I worked. I could feel the presence of this distant body as fingers of light traversed my flesh. He was closer than far. Feeling, caressing and nurturing, his quintessence warmed my innards, opening passages ways to deep and affirmative thought. I reached in and looked for what I wanted... and took only what I could carry. I needed no more than that. I need only what I seek and find... |
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(Inter-dependence Day...) 4th JULY 2005 |
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Coming home was a beautiful place... Ten years ago I arrived to a newly discovered harbour on ebbing waves that drew me closer toward myself; my essence. A realised passion that I could call my own and so gave birth again for the first time. My child grew on the outside and resounded what was on the inside. One and the same. Her medicinal perfume penetrated my pores as the sweat from my hands quenched her grain and cajoled 'us' into being... mothering the mother... manifestations of inter-connected energy. I love my child, as I am the child... the bird... must fly... she will fly. She has left, but not gone to roost. She is still here and there within the outside of my inner space; I can only be a part of that. The seed has been planted; the lessons have taken root and will continue to do so. Reaching further in, to other dimensions deeper into the centre of... words can not tell. Now, she will discover new messages that will be and can only be retold in the reflection of another's eyes... Soul-full echoes. Her next profound chapter has begun to unfold and take flight... |
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