Planted, not Perfect

When I tell people I do figure drawing, they tell me many things, “I could never do that I’m too ____… I’d be too embarrassed… I’ve always wanted to but…”

Funny thing is, the artists they don’t need you to be this that or the other. Tall, short, fat, thin. Doesn’t matter. Just to be yourself. And be still. That’s it.

We walk though life praying that we’ll be good enough. But all the while people are waiting for people to just step forward and say, “here I am.” Not to push it. Not to project it. Just to be.

It gives them freedom to do the same.

You don’t have to take your clothes off to accomplish this. You can do this every day of your life. You are who you are, and we’re all on a journey of improvement, self-discovery. But right now, we’re here, and we’re alive. That’s good enough.

Honesty goes a long way. Be you. Be proud. Be brave.

Blessings, my wonderful friends,

Aaron

Tarantula

Dancing tarantula-style
All your legs and arms and form
in motion,
wearing draping cloth
that moves in a wave around you.

I no longer no where you begin and end
Your motion is blurred in the dim lighting.

Furiously and fleetingly
you move to acoustic music that plays softly
in the background,
or am I just hearing things?
Am I hearing the beating of your heart
and crafting a rhythm to match?

I clap in time
and laugh
You beckon, I dance
Flailing just like you

The clock is melting Dali-style
We are beyond time now.
Sense and reason have nothing on us.

Heart beating, soul pounding
Sweat pouring
I can feel our breaths

Then the music jerks to a halt
and we drop to the floor
beside each other,
inside each other
Melting into one mystical creature
Not phoenix or liger
but something outside of words,
not an it but a living thing.

Let us spread our wings
and stretch our talon-claws
When the house lights go up,
we will fly away.