Lots going on in the Land of Nod and the Waking World as well! Here's a little morsel.
Lately I've been waking slowly...dragging dreams off the pillow and onto the page of my journal. This has been followed by reading and responding to morning reflections in a couple of books. One idea I found jarring at first and then massively freeing.
I've always felt that I am working towards a fully realized self/identity. I've had this dream idea of who I will be (perhaps a calm even-in-the-face-of-danger-and-deadline, organized, fiery woman who nurtures and supports many people, writes every day, can identify every bird and flower and live and eat comfortably in any wild place with nothing but a flint and hawk, plays 8 or 9 instruments expertly, knows all of Hamlet's lines, etc.-you know what I mean?). I always thought that I would work towards this dream version of me and then one day I'd get there and be done and totally at peace and live happily ever after.
Jarring realisation for this 27 year old lass was that it's all impermanent. Enlightenment doesn't happen once and then you're done. I've gotta keep showing up and doing the work. And that's actually one of the great joys of life. It is not about if I can just buy this or that and have this much saved up or win an Academy Award and a Pulitzer. That isn't what will enable me to take walks in the woods every day and finally make me deserving of putting my feet up and enjoying life.
The joy is in the journey. Why do we adorn ourselves with flowers every day? Because every moment of every day has the potential for the birth of a new beautiful idea, and that oughta be celebrated! If we get out of the past and future and accept where we are in the moment (painful or ecstatic) that's a good life in my book and right where I want to be. And what is it with my culture's force feeding happiness down our throats? Why is pain a bad thing? It's not all sunshine and roses in my life, and you know what? That's pretty darn cool. What would I write about if everything was hunky dory and the secret to life was definitely 42 or Harry Potter?
Anyhoo...random musings. I'm sure I'll change my mind, but in this moment that's where I'm sitting.
Madeline Fendrick and Brian Peck
We're happy to share with you stories from our journey as artists. Stories from the road, and stories from our home base in Stoughton, WI.
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Robert Peck (Brian's Dad)
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