Andrea Runyan recently wrote an inspiring post (you should read it) about “staying in the middle of the river”. That’s where the action is, the flow. I have to agree with that sentiment, that getting caught in the eddies at the side, diverted from your path, is treacherous and a waste of a good ride. This is where stagnant waters lie, stagnant dreams, oozing sores of mold and mood. Stay there too long, forget to move along, and you may get stuck, get ill, delirium sets in, and life flows swiftly past—without you.
I retired early and I am in one hell of an eddy. It isn’t the first time I’ve been stuck not knowing what comes next and probably won’t be the last. I need to paddle out, ride the current again.
Current, what a perfect word that is. Current, present, NOW.
So now I’m here, in my new blog, to explore love, anger, euphoria, and depression in depth. These themes have been fodder for my art for some time. I invite you to visit, stay, divulge, think, eat, argue, throw me an oar, come with.
You’re gonna have to get your hands dirty. Life, like art, is messy, and transcendent, and perfect, and tragic, and inescapable.
MosaicMoods launches tomorrow!