I love storytelling and dance and the creativeness of being. There is purpose in art. There is a reason we have an imagination.
But ever more, I feel squeamish at the way we are being manipulated in our thoughts by the shimmer of fame and the fortune of a few. I cry because there is a huge disconnect in Hollywood and the fortress built. I fear community adrift in a stranger’s dreams.
Perhaps we lack courage to live. Perhaps our obsession to be entertained leaves us morally weak. Fame abandons. When their story ends, what is left? Lights out and doors shut. We are left wandering and wondering what the purpose of Hollywood is all about. Hollywood feels so empty.
I say this having always wanting to be a dancer. It is in my soul to create. There is exhilaration being on a stage. Being loved for the love you create. Oh, but fleeting love.
I agree with Shakespeare that all of life is a stage. Perhaps we should admire our neighbor. Listen to their stories and be mesmerized by their dance. What if we do? What if we too share our dreams and hopes and make art?
One of the many reasons I love online blogging. We can participate in one of life’s magic elixirs, words! Cheers! J🌱
I don’t think i am one to have a loss of words but i experienced something incredible this morning. How do I explain the strange that happened?
When i logged into my Facebook account, I felt power course through my body. My thoughts loosened, years of silence were broken and I spoke up about ill-treatment from my mother growing up. Relatives have not replied. No one liked my multiple posts that followed, either. But i am at peace.
So, now what? What happens next?
I know many of my blog followers do not believe in God. Not now and probably never will. But there has always been a flickering light deep inside of me, raring to light up my world. The light was starved and needed oxygen. I have gasped and let in what i was avoiding. Life!
I confess, “No more holding my breath.”
I wonder if my poetry and thoughts change from this day forward? Have i been released from generational bondage?
I suspect I might lose followers. You?
Time will tell how permanent this change remains. How strong I remain in this universe; A world of mystery shrouded in history.
Questions remain. Who was that man who gave away hope and preached truth? Who hungered in the wilderness for 40 days and hung on a crucifix for three moons.
As Mary has proclaimed Him risen! I proclaim His resurrection lives within me. 💗J