Showing posts with label perfection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perfection. Show all posts

Monday, April 14, 2014

STOP...how to make room for happy

There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty to be happy.
By being happy we sow anonymous benefits on the world.
Robert Louis Stevenson


I don't usually do this - and to tell the truth - Blogger doesn't let you easily reblog someone else's post like WordPress does. But I thought this post was so important that I should pass it along with only a very little commentary (and not to bore you, but I do have another prose/poem to go with this topic!)

I've made the point before and will again in the poem below, that we choose who and how we'll "be" in the world. We can choose love or indifference, hope versus despair, optimism versus pessimism and happiness versus discontent or sadness. We can alter our stance toward life and others by our conscious desire and thoughts to do so. But...while I absolutely agree that we can change ourselves when we cannot necessarily change others or change the circumstances in which we find ourselves, there are, nonetheless, certain things we absolutely have to stop letting other people do to us if we are to even have a chance to choose happiness. In these cases, "choosing" happiness involves modifying our external circumstances at least in terms of how we allow others to create negative situations for us. Marc Chernoff in the blog "Marc and Angel Hack Life" has this list of 20 things to stop letting people do to you.  

And even though it's not up to other people to "make" us happy, it is entirely possible that we are allowing others to make it impossible for us to choose happiness. Check Chernoff's list to see if you're permitting anyone to get in the way of that choice for yourself. No one can be a victim who refuses to be one and Marc's advice is to absolutely refuse to let anyone treat you as if you are one. I think you'll find it a worthwhile read - if not for yourself, then perhaps for someone you care about who doesn't seem to be able to choose happiness. 

What is happiness you ask me? 
It may seem odd to approach 
such a seemingly easy subject from the negative, 
but it is easier to begin with what it is not. 
It’s not love – though it can lead to it or come from it. 
It’s not joy – which is a breathtaking kind of elation 
born of full awareness, 
an enlightened sense of the rare 
and unique beauty of the present moment. 
Happiness is not found “out there,” 
in the grasping after or ownership of things or persons. 
It’s not something earned or won like fame or fortune. 
It’s not some romanticized quality of life 
represented by trilling bluebirds or colorful rainbows. 
It’s not something you get; 
it’s something you are 
and something you choose.


Happiness, like love and joy, 
is a state of being one chooses for oneself 
regardless of circumstance or luck. 
It’s a softening and an opening 
of one’s heart and soul 
that empties them of dissatisfaction, 
sadness and regrets and makes room 
for love and joy to fill them up. 
It’s a kind of calmness rather than giddiness, 
peace of mind and spirit rather than elation. 
It’s a contented sigh rather than bawdy laughter. 
Happiness is a general cheerfulness about life 
and a gentle sense of satisfaction with who you are. 
It’s a stance, a posture we assume 
in the face of difficulty or hardship, 
a view of life as more good than bad, 
more hopeful than despairing.
Choose happiness...and then 
allow it to just be.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Matters of the Heart

“The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke” 
Jerzy Kosinski - author of "Being There"


Have you ever stopped to think why some photographs, some paintings, some digital creations move you even though you'd swear you didn't like that style of work at all. Or perhaps the piece wasn't even technically all that good...yet you loved it enough to say so or maybe even enough to buy it. I used to say that about a number of genres of art and writing that I just love today. 

I think that's because as I've developed myself as an artist, I've come to appreciate more than the real effort that goes into creating something of beauty or meaning. It's certainly about more than time or effort - it's about how much heart the artist has invested in his/her expression. I don't think it's coincidental that the word art is found within the word heart. I've said to people who tell me their work is not technically perfect that I'm not very interested in what they see with the lens of their cameras or the lens of their eye, but rather, I'm looking beyond that to grasp what it is they saw with the lens of their hearts. I've heard photographers themselves express this a bit differently - "having fancy cameras and equipment doesn't make one a photographer - that depends on the person behind the camera." That's true...just as owning about 500 very expensive paintbrushes doesn't make me Vermeer! It's really a matter of the heart.

For example, if you'd asked me a few years ago whether I'd ever buy an abstract painting, I'd have said, "Ewww, no way!" And then I met artists like +Art by SharonCummings  and +Lenore Senior and I've done a complete about face in that regard. Their abstract paintings are pure heart. Or consider an artist like +Lincoln Rogers whose values pour out of his heart and into his artwork as readily as water from a tap. Or fractal artists (a genre I first thought was just computer doodling) like +Heidi Smith  and +Deborah Benoit whose works literally sing that "this is from the heart." Maybe it was a style of poetry or story-writing I'd never believed I could appreciate fully - and then I discovered the brilliant story-telling and mystical poetry of +LisaJewell and now I wait with exquisite anticipation for her next blog post. It's unfair of me to mention only a few talented people here but hopefully in the coming weeks and months, I'll get to many more of the amazing artists who work with their hearts as well as their hands and heads. These are just some of the artists I've come to admire and appreciate while I've poured my own heart into becoming a member of the heART club with digital creations and poetry like this:

See the image and accompanying poem "In the Shattering" at