I am not rich, but my life if full of unimaginable wealth that money can not possibly buy.
I am not poor, but my life often lacks for meaning. To fill that void i seek out the path of volunteering. It fills in where humanity lacks . I seek art, it makes me struggle to come to terms with humanity and I seek music, because like a balm, it soothes the demons away.
When I feel petty, I sit back & examine the root. Today, unwittingly, I was made to feel that way. Every attempt at bridging has failed and actually made it so much worse. I have recoiled at the thought at how easily we are willing to forgive that which we feel is bigger than ourselves.
When I post a piece of art and an artist gets excited to see their work displayed, they often send a note of thanks. Receiving those notes feels so foreign to me. “You created the piece and you allowed me to add it to my site. It is I who am grateful to you.”
Wrestling with my pettiness, I remembered what an old soul told me once. “The very thing people dislike as a trait in others, is the same trait they dislike in themselves.”
I have been slamming that around in my head all evening,
Charles Dickens wrote “We are all fellow passengers to the grave.” I am not rich, I am not poor, I simply AM, You may not choose to see me, because I am not a peer, but I AM.
I hope my younger artists heed that. You are seen! You have talent! You are remarkable! I have a home for your work, mind you it is extraordinarily narrow in it’s scope, but with a grateful heart, you are welcome here.
Welcome and hello. I am grateful for your visit. Thank You!