Posted in Musings, quotes

Save your life before someone takes it

In fear and trembling,
destiny’s road perishes.
With courage, horizons come to light.

Buddhism makes sense if life was as easy as smiling at the future. I strive for a personal peace (which i mostly acquired) making sense of “adult” ideas and ideals, finding myself buried under people’s wants and wishes. The partnership of those concepts drives anxiety. Develops depression.

I never see what has been done; I only see what remains to be done.

To live takes courage, to creatively think outside the box. Potential journeys appear predestined, forged from a void. Mystical visions of a foreign future guided by voices. A message to undergird a developed determination, a way forward donned in pants, carried strength in blind faith and as we all die, meet our end.

I ask, “Are we (not) happy in the pursuit?” I imagine we are, carrying our heart to the fire. This fire burns in countless imaginations. We do not stand in line and wait for the world to shine, we shine in and for it.

There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke. –V. van Gogh

Who rules? There must be order. Rules. Direction. I do not consider myself an anarchist, rather an advocate. All humanity at some point in time has felt invisible, depressed, confused, hungry for love. The greatest way to make change is be change.

What is your aim in philosophy?
To show the fly the way out of the fly-bottle.
–Ludwig Littgenstein

Posted in Art, Music Video, Musings, Poetry, quotes

The Mix-up

How does a man with amazing talent go unnoticed?   Van Gogh is nothing but amazing.  It begs the question why so many rejected him during his life and his work denied success.  Unfortunately, he lives on as a champion after his death.

Once upon a time -hope
cloaked the heart
as blackness swooped the earth
he -caught in a whirlwind of spirits
raging war against the other.

His road
a lonely place to roam
spent as a restless friend
frenzied time -he left
he left the world a gift.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. -VanGogh

Self-portrait 1887.

Whenever I visit the Art Institute of Chicago I am sure to be left standing speechless at Van Gogh’s self-portrait.  Hours dwindle away, lost in his swirls and colors.  It is nothing short of intoxication.  I have said this before and I will continue to say it, he would be one person in this world I would love to sit and have a conversation, as friends. Be well!

The Lonely Road

Isisip’s original score can be purchased for .99 cents on Itunes. (I have nothing to gain but enjoy supporting talented artists.  We do not know each other, other than a shared love of the arts.)

Posted in Musings, Random, Soul Journal

Want to know?

Share Your World…small as it may be.

Ever run out of gas in your vehicle?Twice. True stories. I am grateful nothing of this magnitude has happened since 1998.

The first time (1987) I was “running out” of gas. I was driving home to Wisconsin, heading south on Hwy 94 from Ann Arbor, Michigan. I was traveling in the middle of a blizzard with three inches of snow covering my windshield. The wipers were not working as the snow was too heavy and wet. The side windows were not rolling down. So I started praying because I thought it would take a miracle to get off a busy HWY with cars passing me, probably going 50 MPH. 

And so it was a miracle. My car drove itself up an interstate ramp. I opened my car door to find my feet land in a gas station parking lot. I was lucky I did not veer left or right because I would have ended up in a steep ditch. (I tell this story a lot.)

The second time (1998) I drifted home on fumes. Fumes and a lot of prayer. I was over a mile from home and felt the car stalling. When I laid on the gas pedal it made no revving noise.  The fuel tank was empty. With each wheel rotation I whispered another heartfelt plea. The car and I safely skated home on hot summer tar. Once again I was saved by spiritual energy. (I tell this story often as well.)

Which are better: black or green olives?  There is a new olive at our grocery story that consumes my taste: a Chilean green olive marinated in spicy oil.

If you were a great explorer, what would you explore? I am a rock hound. I have several fossils and various stones collected from visited beaches, woods, deserts, mountains and even one piece of rock from a famous prison and an Edith Wharton stone picked up at her house. So, wherever I go, and only on earth, I would need to know there are plentiful earth pieces to treasure and carry home, that obviously would fit in my pockets.

Quotes List: At least three of your favorite quotes?

Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Tears and more tears. I know smiles sprout eventually and it is the sorrowful seasons that bring wisdom and knowledge.

Posted in Art, Poetry, quotes

Christmas Prayer

Christmas Prayer, 1882, Van Gogh

Saw the star
reside in me
petition to my heart,
rest child
the world at war
I give a silent night.

Thought to say
a prayer for you,
my heart to plead a cause,
treasure each day
as best you can
learn to take a pause.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

-Matthew 6:34

Van Gogh hoped to express the “special mood” of the holidays. “Just as much as an old man of that kind, I have a feeling of belief in something on high.”

–Van Gogh

Posted in Art

My attempt…

Indianapolis Art Center
November 16, 2016
van Gogh Pop-up class

It is in the process, the practice, the honing of brush stroke. This is the learning process so whatever I create, I am unashamed. Besides, it so much fun!!

Posted in Art, Poetry, quotes, two lines

Tree trunks in the grass

Van Gogh, 1890

Visited the Cincinnati Museum of Art, 11/04/2016, to see the exhibit “Van Gogh, Undergrowth”. This painting was on display, and although no photography was allowed, i found an image online. To see this painting up close extraordinaire. 

Van Gogh’s work is sensual. A sexual encounter. This painting a new favorite. The favorite. One to immerse and revel, detail of color to paint a soul. 

This was a prolific time in Van Gogh’s life while in the asylum. He wrote Theo “work is progressing well, I have done 2 canvases of the fresh grass in the park, one of extreme simplicity. I enclose a quick scribble of it”. 

There is a mystery surrounding this painting i have yet to answer. I have Ingo F. Walter and Rainer Metzger’s Van Gogh: The complete Paintings, without this painting included. There must be an answer. As of now nothing to note.  

Van Gogh always of interest to me. 

love not understood
keep me pining for more.
love that saved me
fathom the final score. –J

Posted in Art, Poetry


What segment of man is found in those shoes?

The tired thoughts seeping out of this sea man’s slicker,
The eyebrow rises in disbelief.
The fish he battled, has won.

Into the smoke he yearns to hide.
His coffee warms him, riding the storm. Tomorrow is another day and he won’t run from the sun.

Posted in Art, Poetry, quotes

Starry Night

infinite space

Heaven. According to the Jewish there are three heavens.

The first heaven is the Earth’s atmosphere. Gen 1:20 KJV
“And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl [that] may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.”

The second heaven is the physical universe called outer space. Gen 1:14 KJV
“And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:”

These two heavens constitute a continuum called the “firmament,” and this firmament is collectively called “Heaven”. Gen 1:8 KJV
“And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.”

The Third Heaven is above the upper sea and the higher sea is below the Throne of God. Revelation 4:6 KJV
“And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind.”

who hasn’t wondered
about life?
i would love to meet them.
how wonderful
to sail through,
not a care in the world.
no one ever imagines
the pain that exists
around sharp corners.
do you avoid the dark?
I do.

Genesis 1:16 God made two great lights–the larger one to govern the day, and the smaller one to govern the night. He also made the stars.

Deuteronomy 4:19 And when you look up to the sky and see the sun, the moon and the stars–all the heavenly array–do not be enticed into bowing down to them and worshiping things the LORD your God has apportioned to all the nations under heaven.

Posted in Art, Memoir, Poetry


The strongest part of grandma

gave out

in the end.

Her smiles redeemed

graciously carry on

and i begin.

Sien, peeling potatoes (Van Gogh)

Grandma was a permanent fixture

the kitchen aroma her perfume

laughter and conversation her song.

Posted in Art, Poetry


My last two poems for April’s Poetry Celebration month are written and scheduled to post. Happy last April weekend!!

May approaches. How will I fair?

Cocooned in thoughts

I sense safety

hidden in paper tents.

If I was oblivious I might not be frightened. If life has a reason to come back, it explains my fear.