Jan, 2011

New Name: FerociousPrecocious. 2010 was... a bakers chocolate. Much of the time, bitter; All of the time, brimming with potential for sweetness.

Sweet times come with a better attitude, hmm. So. 2010: Bittersweet, Dark Chocolate - It will help you live longer, and be richer during the extra time. As long as it goes on, I shall dig: I shall flex and learn. All this I shall do humbly, gratefully, richly.

2011 brings: New colors never before seen by the human eye... LOL. At least I hope for a story all my own, pov d'mi.

I try to live a simple life, minimal, but fully aware at the same time that life on Earth is a Life of Shameless Material Need. It is reflected, this acceptance of The Way it Is, in everything I do - a to z, acrylic paint to a cottage by the zee... We all need a Dream, Hope is the Queen of the Beez - always buzzzzing buzzing. When I cannot hear her, then my life is lost. I cease.

A moment of honest vision reveals that It isn't all good. It just isn't. I try to discern art and motions which are compelled by greed from that which is done in the name of Life on Earth, in the name of simple Isness - Material Need captured, examined in the name of Awareness, Understanding. I snap for my own good, maybe also to Defend the Faith, my heart a'buzz with emotion dear for that Honey-Sweet Queen - at least one vignette of Hope, at least once a day. ....Upon leaving Private Idaho for a sip from the cool blue pools of youth, it seems my legs become a little slower, heavier each day - in incriments the size of mites...

For the Bees: Once a Day living leads one to a ferocious appreciation of things allowed by chance or design to develop in solitude, things too fragile for extended Time, Deep Time, and Life on Earth. And I know that generally these Things are oddities, brief flashes of life or existence that might be too alien for many to enjoy in any other way than as colors or light-dramas, played out in 365-day a year Re-Do's.

And so. A year is passed, and I know much more than I did the last trip around the sun. I won't spend my time butting my head into walls: this I resolve for 2011. As a weekend light-snapper - a drone for Hope - I await the weekend now, more or less contented.

-- Shoot! --

xoxo

Natalia