My front windshield is cracked,
has been for several months now.
Every now and again,
I have the money to fix it,
but end up spending the cash
on something else.
Yes, yes, we only have so many resources
I feel this a metaphor for something:
The world’s problems are vast and consuming,
and we can spend all our days chasing
after all kinds of things,
that seem good and productive at the time;
or, we can spend time fixing the windshields
of our lives.
Ah, yes. I can see clearly now.
The crack is gone.
I went to an art exhibit with my friend, Brian.
The artist took pictures of large groups of people
from a helicopter.
Inevitably, patterns emerge,
just in the movement of people.
From afar, just as up close, we are works of art,
from concept to design to finished product,
heart, mind, and soul.
Do we have the eyes to see, the ears to hear
the will to believe so?
My wife and I were watching a documentary on a burlesque troupe the other day.
I loved, as the narrative unfolded, the reoccuring themes that began to appear.
They spoke of freedom, of expression, of overpowering the shame hurled upon us by the powers that be.
We all have a unique gift to share with the world. Though we are always tempted to conform, even in art, to express ourselves only in ways we think we ought to act, think, and behave.
But there is richness to be found in self-discovery, a heavenly wink found as we uncover who we really are (and who we are not).
We think if we give the audience what they want, they will be happy; but they will be happier still if we give them what is true.
IF we are alive and engaged, it frees the audience up to do the same.