There are 10 bazillion reasons to live every day in a state of wonder at the human condition. We, each and every one of us, have the capacity for greatness. Untapped potential, undiscovered abilities, unimagined possibilities are waiting to be revealed, if only we would stop thrashing about until we’re too exhausted to recognize them.
Given a choice, we wouldn’t forfeit our future, allowing our own voice to be silenced, drowned out, shut up, but it’s easy to see why some people decide to check out. Faced with a choice that seems only the lesser of two evils, a person in crisis can become inert, unable to navigate the present. They surrender to the phantom whispers that beckon from the shadows of the past. Alone in a room full of strangers, they slip into a corner and let the world pass by. No one is to blame. Tempest-tossed, the soul seeks refuge. We make believe we are safe, that we’ll be immune if we immerse ourselves in any number of activities to avoid plunging to depths where no one will find us.
Suffering has been written, sung, painted and sculpted. It’s woven into the fabric of our lives. I personally rebel against the idea of being a victim of it. The truth is, none of us gets out of this world alive. Better to leave it all on the field than to suffer in silence. Want, need, desire, dog-eat-dog greedy hunger all clamoring for our attention leave us with no time for introspection. Will, pride, and stubborn arrogance force their way to the head of the line, demanding to have their say. It’s enough to make a person scream.
it matters not the hour, the age
chaos distracts the power, the rage
counted in heartbeats
life steps onto the stage
innocence breaks away
fear constructs a wall
fire consumes the page
sweetness takes a curtain callWith Love, Honie
**credit Michael Gard Sculpture
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I struggled a bit with this. So, I appreciate your comment.
Don’t mess with Honie! (we’d offer to assist, but she’s got it all on her own)
The sculpture pictures are amazing – and the words match.
Assist please! None of us should go it alone. I agree, the sculptures are amazing.
You look so tiny amidst all that equipment! A perfect photographic accompaniment to a powerful post.
Hey Carrie. Thanks. That vest weighs around 45-50lbs. It has ceramic inserts. When I picked up the shield that goes with it, OMG!, that sucker was heavy.
I can’t imagine walking and working in that gear. I’d cry ‘uncle’ pretty quick.
The instructors are in amazing shape, as you can imagine, and not to be messed with, that’s for sure. Last night was the last class. Next week is the graduation. Then the fun really begins!