The title to this post in a line from one of my favourite songs Warrior//Worrier by Outlandish. I was driving on the highway after dropping my daughter at school a few weeks back and as I was driving I was scanning my head for trying to think of something to listen to that would give my spirit a spark. This song came to my mind and I turned it on; from the first line it was like it was the missing piece that tied so many life experiences together into a nice package that made it all make sense. That’s the beauty of art – something I have come to really appreciate in these « panorama » days of our lives.
(more…)Tag: healing
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We live in a world full of opportunity and with each opportunity dozens of options. In the midst of all these choices I have also begun to notice a culture of control, rather than having these options expand our horizons and provide a new sense of freedom, instead I find it nails down our limbs and limits our expectations. We now only expect what we want and are almost never willing to try something different or do something new outside the boundaries of our own expectations.
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There is this connection writers have between their runny ink pens and their throbbing hearts. When a writer’s heart begins to swell the writer will itch for a pen and paper. As the hand moves swiftly across the paper with occasional thoughtful pauses, it does so carefully intertwining words feeling for the paining sensitive spots of the heart. The same way a doctor feels a patient’s cold back with his stethoscope until he can hear the heart beat. Once the spot is sensed the pen will continue to dwell deeper and deeper trying to extract the meaning entrapped within. The further the pen moves down the page the more soothing the caressing of the soft spot feels. When the heart finals begins to relax and the healing begins the pen will be set aside as the eyes pour over the words. The writer reads the paper starting a little too long at the ink spots resting assured that the emotions the heart once carried are now preserved forever in ink. Never to be lost by an accident but only by intention.