Hi Blog.
I've returned...
Did you miss me?
I've come to make your existence worthwhile...
To fill you up with words and thoughts..
Sorry..My words are clumsy and at times ill-chosen...
I apologize humbly... I'm not a writer... I'm just a rambler.. Who's taking a walk through the Forest of Random Thoughts...
Would I rather be a merchant of marvels or a peddler of dreams?
I have dreams.. But unfortunately they're not for sale. Dreams are mysterious creatures, they always seem to lurk like dark shadows.. Never totally revealing itself.. Always fluidly changing shape in the ever swirling of the subconscious... How does one attempt to peddle them? If they could be captured in a bottle, wonder what they'll look like?
Dreams are meant to be shared, not sold... That's what gives it its value.
But then again, dreams are so unique and most of the time indescribable.. It is rare that a shared dream is appreciated in its full value... Two beings must try and see the dream from the other's eyes... This gift of sight and understanding is hard to achieve... Reasoning, judgment, objectivity and discrimination clouds the sight.
Despite this, I'll share a dream of mine... I dream that one day I will be able to skip stones across the lake... and marvel at the sight of a stone defying the law of gravity... even though it is for a few moments. To me, that is an art... as art is done when one is imagining a desired outcome in the mind using feelings to achieve it rather than mechanically thinking about how to accomplish it... that's something I find difficult to do. It's funny, the minute you think about "how am I going to throw the stone? At which angle? How hard should I throw it?"... For when the stone is released, it falls *plop* and sinks straight into the water. Thus, the demise of art can be at the beginning of the
raison d'être of itself...
This train of thought can be applied to explain why I'm still trying to learn how to refine my production of sound on the violin... Imagining the sound I want in my head is just half the battle as most of the time what follows next is my mind tells my fingers what to do... and then the sound I produce is mechanical and flat as the result of thinking too much to the point where it lacks expression... I conclude the harnessing of one's creativity expressed in feelings has to be felt yet also balanced by reason in the mind... a balance that will take a lifetime to achieve perfectly...
sigh... that reminds me... I have yet to master my current piece "La Folia"... my playing is more like "La Foole"...
Moving away from that... I arrive at my collection of dreams hidden in the a little cove at the edge of the Forest....
I dream to see the great wonders of the world... including those in my own backyard... I dream to climb Mount Kilimanjaroo.. in a rhinoceros suit..
I dream to see the great art and scenery of the cities in Europe... Venice, Rome, Florence, Vienna, Paris...
I dream to be able to make 'soul connections'... where I don't have to be afraid to be myself..
I dream to own a cute little puppy... that wouldn't die...
I dream to be able to see through some else's eyes... and understand their perception...
I dream for an enormous library of my own... rows and rows of all the works of great authors...
I dream to illustrate children's books... to colour and inspire the world with my art....
But then....one must always be careful what you dream for...
They say, "when God wishes to punish you, He grants your dream"... is that true? Perhaps.... we humans have insatiable appetites... our dreams can be dangerous... defiantly daring.... unrealistic...
But still we need them to define us... to drive us to achieve more than we think we can...
Dreams like dandelion seeds
Floating accidental-like
Twirling...
Waltzing...
Undiscovered,
On the ground...
Waiting,
To bloom
And fly once again..
On wind's breath
Do you dream?
Right now, I dream and wish...
I dream and wish my accounting assignment is complete...
Lacking in logical thought.. nevertheless I will attempt to complete my assignment...
Thus I must exit the Forest... and find myself back in the Land of the Dreaded Dry Assignments...
