I am merely the beginning. There are so many more of me. Some of us are asleep. Some of us may as well be asleep, because they have forgotten. And most disheartening, many abandoned this mission long, long ago.
I am merely part of the Whole. The way is clear, even if I am not.
And if I have lost my wings, at least I know why.
Perhaps it is as a beautiful soul once suggested: Our wings are in place just simply not visible to our glass-and-grit-filled, foggy, human eyes.
I thought you weren’t done, but you are. That’s never happened before.
I can’t make up my mind, so I’m wondering if I should get rid of it. What’s the point in keeping it around (my mind) if it can’t be made up?? Then again, why do we place such importance on making up our minds? Why not just be loose and free and make it all up as we go along? Like-Dreamers-Do.
The path to our dreams doesn’t necessarily get shorter if our minds are made up. If possible, the path may even grow longer like Pinocchio’s nose. That’s only because we think we know what direction we’re going in and often, that’s not true at all. Lots of times we end up far and away and way out of our way (whatever “our way” is).
I’ve already Wished Upon Star. I may as well see where that takes me.
So…maybe I won’t get rid of my mind. I’ll hang onto it for a bit longer and see how it goes. Happy New Year, Mind o’ Mine. We’ll let it be a good one, shall we?
Faces Tribe – Unfinished My son’s girlfriend spied this doodle on their last visit. She loved it, which embarassed me a bit, though it pleased me as well, of course. Both she and my son thought it would make an excellent tattoo. An interesting notion. It’s awfully crowded in here, what with clowns, priestesses, ghosts, and aliens. It wouldn’t surprise me if in this cast of characters a tattoo artist hides out, too.
My favorite line from The Old Code is the last. His wrath undoes the wicked. Isn’t that a comforting thought? I believe this is the purpose of wrath.
Anger is much misused. So much so that we have forgotten that it has an actual purpose, as well as both a time and place when it must be expressed. That was my mood when I drew these tribal faces. I’ve never done anything like this piece in the past. I hope it becomes a trend, as I quite like them.
Should your life and spirit be in jeopardy, I hope that the knight who lives within you will speak up (or draw her sword) on your behalf.