Experience

Sunday February 16, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Snow before sunrise, at it again.

Hope all is well with you.

Peace and quiet is my diet.

How about you?

On with the show.

The world is fast and slow, loud and soft.

Shadows and light are one event and rule the sphere.

Color is the shine and the shade in a perpetual dance called Life.

How the light expresses the shapes we define with our words makes our chance for experience.

Every chair, house, and airplane; all things are built from our expressions of all things.

The dreams we have stored in every board of wood and microchip say what we can do with them.

We must add new dreams to a thing for a chance for it to grow.

Our shared story of each word says what is possible for the tangible experience of what the word represents.

To add a new dream to a common experience is necessary to grow the experience of what Life can mean.

A new vision of the meaning and measure of each word enriches our lives.

Without the enrichment of new dreams, Life becomes a wrote exercise and stagnates. We're left in a depression called sameness; we fester, we spoil, we stink.

Art feeds new dreams to the experience of Life. Without which we surround ourselves in similar story walls of understanding. Until so many days pass, we find ourselves buried in that stack-house called sameness.

The new light a new dream of an Artist sheds on an experience gives us the chance to evolve.

Deep end of the thought pool this morning…

Hope your dreams lift you up, serve you right.

Take care, hug an artist, be an artist; make us all the chance for a better day.