Why do I have 3 blogs?!? I don't know. I guess that's what I'm trying to find out. Maybe one day I will combine them all, but right now the separation helps me identify which "project" I am diving into when I write. I have (1) one for letting things flow ooey gooey which is my Intuitive Artist Blog (but really this one started as a catch-all so there are probably posts within it that would maybe be better suited here), (2) another where I work through the fucking reason I make work in the first place and why it is important to me to heal myself through the work I am making and also centers around the work I am doing for my Juliet Project on the same titled Blog (which is really all about navigating this space), and the last (3) for the bullshit and inspiration that collide within right here, right now on this Melding Mynde Blog.
It feels overly complicated, this whole 3 separate blogs thing...and I think it is in the long term perhaps. But for right now it is necessary for me to get a sense of where the hell I am and what on earth I am swimming within and towards. This blog is all about outside in vs. inside out inspiration and listening. The last blog I wrote, Iconoclasts, was inspired by my watching the Iconoclasts episode with Maya Angelou and Dave Chapelle. This is the first blog posting I have done that has referenced specific outside content as inspiration. No wait, that's a lie. I reference Anne Bogart's book A Director Prepares in an Intuitive Artist Blog post from a long time ago. Ugh, but really when you think about it, doesn't everything start from some form of stimuli and so therefore you could say that when I reference conversations I've had with friends, or classes I have taken then really those are me doing this very same thing...oh my gosh my brain is like a freight train.
Okay, so...the point of all this is - what's the point of all this? Yes, that's the point. The point is I'm trying to sift through the clutter and get to the nugget underneath the noise. What's beyond the noise? Well, there's a simpleness and calm. An understanding of self. But then the cacophony starts again in my brain and the chatter wants to butt in and have opinions and inserts itself to "figure things out", but really there is nothing to "figure out" everything is right. Everything is good. Everything is clear and clean and without the noise there is no need to rush. Without the noise a sense of stillness sets itself onto my shoulders like a blanket or a mother's embrace. Without the noise there is safety and that safety brings with it a freedom a joy from within. There is nothing to change, there is only what is and that evolves on its own with or without my pushing. In fact, more easily and symbiotically when I let go of the reigns.
Though the thought still remains...where is the balance for me between going with the flow of life and letting go recklessly. The reckless part is what I am learning how to identify. There is an in between and that is what I feel myself running towards. The trick is I don't think running is the way to get there, perhaps swimming is the trick!
That last bit sounds so very Alice in Wonderland to me.
Beware the Jabberwocky
Back to business.
To the point...
I like to put my thoughts and creative direction into categories. Like little North Stars. Beaming at me, giving me a sense of direction. That's what breaking these blogs up into 3 parts does. It helps give me a sense of where I am, like a map.
I've moved through something. This is my new vantage point; my new sense of understanding for the day...