Date: February 14, 2016…Valentine’s Day
Place: Kent Cliffs, New York
Time: Not enough
Subject: Purging
Living in the Northeast blesses us with seasons; some we love and others just cause everyone to scatter and climb onto the nearest soapbox to complain.
Really, people? It’s Winter and it happens once every year, why the shock and dismay? Why not just move, become a snowbird and settle down in God’s Waiting Room, aka/Florida, to escape Winter’s wrath …snow, ice and brutal temperatures? Funny thing is, everyone who makes such a move can’t wait to avoid the Florida sun. Once they get there, many hide inside their air conditioned condos or other dwellings of choice, mostly at all-you-can-eat buffet restaurants where they fill their Tupperware and complain about, what else, the Heat!
Sitting here at home on this day of hearts and romance, I’m doing my own hiding of sorts here in my office, that little room-of-my-own. In fact, most are doing the same as the siege of an intense Arctic Freeze has our area in its icy grasp. It’s almost impossible to move without feeling a chill reaching out to poke you from under every door or glare back through frosted windows. Early this morning it was -14 but has now warmed-up considerably, reaching a balmy 8 degrees in the early afternoon hours.
I decided to peruse my files of writing ideas and drafts, realizing that I’ve fallen-off considerably with my postings. But, there is no soapbox waiting for me to vent any lame excuses like life keeps getting in the way and other blah blah bullshit. When you are a true Writer, the creative process is always present. Laziness is the real culprit behind our, inability to produce material, excuses. I especially need to stop blowing that smoke up both my own and everyone else’s patootie. Let’s get real, when someone has a passion for the arts, little gets in their way. For example, Peter Robinson, Jr., a dear high school friend is a very talented photographer who shares his work without hesitation and graciously allowed me to place some of his talent in my blog post today. Peter is a true visionary who captures everyday scenes through his camera lens and the result is just magical. Rarely does a day pass without at least one photograph from him, the sign of a dedicated artist.
Amazing, isn’t he?
I’ve finally learned one important thing , whatever the form of creative expression, it should never be done selectively, as if one is doing the world some random favor. Don’t you agree? <Note to self: recite this pep talk into the mirror every day>
The whole subject of purging hit me when our daughter stopped-by to borrow a cooking item and as I rummaged through a kitchen closet, she suggested that it was time for me to “P”. Hold any/all wisecracks. It did make me stop and think, about that finite wall of time that is ahead and all the stuff that is entwined in our lives; things that are important, not to be misplaced, and others than make us wonder what in hell we were thinking when we purchased them. Of course, the feeling one gets from purging either material or emotional baggage is beyond cathartic.
For now, I’ll hold onto my stuff. I will also endeavor to make every possible effort to clear the traffic-jam of ideas and thoughts in my head put into some intelligent format while, hopefully, there is still…time.
Don’t die with your music still inside you.
Listen to your intuitive inner voice
and find what passion stirs your soul.
– Wayne Dyer
