As a human... We will never really know how we appear to another human because we are stuck in the human in which we are. Does that make sense?
A thoughtful comment from a dear friend of mine that requested to be named, “Sue Denim.”
“I found it challenging to discern Earth from Person in your musings and so I think you were successful in your efforts to explore, feeling some parallels in the lack of awareness with which you and the earth have been treated. Consciousness is such a fascinating concept, illuminating and accommodating some emotional intelligence. If we are forgiving, then awareness is our teacher, showing us how to live in ways that honor our consciousness. History has a few examples of cultures that treat the earth as Mother. I’m sure there are many untold stories as well. Because you bring your vulnerability forward and share some emotional response, the reader is better able to empathize with the earth. I like that you also indicate a wisdom that goes beyond being used in the generosity of your offerings.” -Sue Denim
When I get in certain spaces and start to just type… My lines can get blurry as there are 1,000,000 almost feels like Spirits rushing through me to get a chance to speak. (Maybe this is ADHD?) I have no clue.
Regardless, it can come off as though everything I write is personal to, “Ali.” In reality, it is not always the case. Sometimes I write from the feelings of the stories my grandmas shared with me. Sometimes I write from the perspective of a snow leopard that has been captured and thrown into a cage. Other times, I write from old Ali, not now Ali.
Yesterday, I recognized that I wrote from a stream of energies: I wrote from the feelings of seals getting strangled in fishing nets, seagulls that have to dive through garbage to catch a fish below surface, women who have been emotionally/physically abused, men confused with how to navigate physical drives, from the ocean who bears witness to it all yet, will continue to show up in her strength, surrender and forgiveness…and most likely a seasoning of “me” in the mix.
I say this all to share - I really appreciate feedback, comments, and opinions. It makes writing and art a collaboration. A starting point to maybe spark new thoughts. A while back, I promised to myself that if I were to share my Art (whether that is sketch/write/dance/sing) I would never let it hurt me. I convinced myself of this through watching the Sky create art daily.
I see the Sky just freely sharing these creations and owning it producing something completely new the next day. How compelling and confident of the Sky.
How to set “Ali '' aside and just flow? I suppose by practicing daily with no attachment to what is.
Because of this, I refuse to delete many of my blogs and improvisational dances that - TRUST ME - I would love to → (https://youtu.be/upApScJStqE). If I would though, that would be telling myself that I am attached and that it does hurt me what people say about my Art.
Ego would get a point and I am too competitive for that shit.
Let’s collaborate and share our Art in order to feel moved by it.
Water connection: You cannot dive off of a ship to safely explore if it is not anchored. Can Art be the anchor to explore the human experience?
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