Sunday, September 25, 2011
Also, from my family, I learned the value of education. Again, it isn't that I come from a long line of PhDs, but growing up with a household income below the poverty level, I knew that the way to helping myself along a different path was in education. Education gave me skills to earn more than I could have otherwise earned, and it increased my powers of observation and my ability to think for myself.
The same two "hippie" uncles also taught me to be true to myself. For better or for worse, the path I walk needs to be an honest one, and it needs to be my path rather than one someone else wants me to walk. I am a person always seeking to change and improve myself, but I have also learned that any change needs to come from within myself, not another person's good idea to change the things they don't like about me. To the great teachers, I love you both (and also to all the "band of brothers.").
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
O LORD, how long will you forget me? Forever?
How long will you look the other way?
How long must I struggle with anguish in my soul?
With sorrow in my heart every day?...
Also, I found a website that talks about the topic of grief. It is a bit dry and clinical, but nonetheless, helpful. .http://helpguide.org/mental/grief_loss.htm
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
"...Martin Heidegger’s view: art discloses truth. Art cuts through our socialized, lazy, comfortable, distracted ways of seeing the world, and shows us truths that we often forget or want to forget or perhaps have never known before. " The blog author from whom I borrowed the previous idea, also purports that while enjoyment of art is now seen as a secular pursuit, historically, it is the church who has commissioned the most sculpture, painting, and music (My photos from Europe also appear to bear this out). If art discloses truth, why do we then not believe what is true? If art challenges us, why are we still complacent? For me, art is a source of inspiration, and when there is a lack of art, beauty, and nature where I am, it feels like "something" is missing. (something= inspiration, purpose, passion for).
As humans, we all have the same need for purpose, inspiration, and passion for things in our lives, but somehow, in hard economic times, art is shoved to the back corner as if it isn't important to our existence at all. Art nurtures our spirits. It helps us find purpose as well and helps us to find inspiration for our daily lives. Sometimes the ethereal is actually essential and practical. As for believing truth and overcoming complacency, it seems to be a work in progress for all who care to live better, more honest lives.