Becoming an Artist

To be an artist (hunter/forager/poet/etc) in our modern society requires an illogical amount of devotion. For if you want to do the thing properly, you have to live in the moment. You have to allow yourself to be a bit feral, while maintaining a warmth of spirit that borders on the rebellious in such an age of cynicism.

I was born a dreamer, but not an artist. To be an artist entails a conscious choice to remain at the doorway, at the edge of the Known. We stand poised for a glimpse of Truth, knowing that the only way to share it is to give it a new veil. Hoping that our offering is worthy of sparking something in another.

What do you see today, when you stand very still?