http://benjaminprewitt.com/2013/06/27/another-daybut-not-today/
Excuses, excuses: the mantle is tall; I am a bit small as humans go, and i am not able to capture the true beauty I see in these paintings with my camera.
Do you love them? Hope and Fire? – unbounded gifts from Benjamin Prewitt, my friend. I hardly imagined they would actually arrive, and when they did, i went a bit out of body. All seemed like a game. I played along and here we are. An earlier version of myself would have said…thank you so very much for the offer, but I couldn’t possibly accept. Am I flowering in the moment of now with blessings on my head – saying YES, AND… to whatever crosses my trail?
Benjamin’s paintings stir the nameless within, his words touch the heart, and the accounting of his walk with PD stiffens my resolve daily . The colors, composition and textures alone would be enough, Dayenu, but the archetypal themes, abstractions, divine feminine and humor – all roll into a happening.
Is there time to express ourselves in these little life spans? What are the gifts we are given? How do we flow with the gifts, allowing them to develop and express, and still survive? I know a million people who have swallowed whole the person they wish they could be. I have walked (and perhaps still do, at times) hiding my light under layers of shame. I’m embarrassed at times to even be a human being – when I forget who I really am.
Finally I got to a place, I could not go on – living to die – walking slowly not as me at all toward the next thing to dread, dislike, get through. I’ve been there. I remember the way that felt. Sometimes from a single thought which I might grab hold of as it flies by, I will be sucked down into the dank…who are you to do anything? – there are always better than you – why bother?
In this process of forgetting and remembering, somehow the eyes get ignited with an accelerant, the shine comes out from within, and the soul laughs and says I don’t give a damn what car you rented for this journey – lets go out for a joy ride and spread our candied smiles and whoops of joy out the windows as we go by – let’s get out that pen, that pad, that paint, that flute, let’s dance down the aisles of familiar chores, let’s sing to the bank teller, let us drop our dirty shame blanket and shimmy!
People have gifts and the sharing of these gifts seems knife on bone close to the whole point of what we are doing here. I cry at recitals, I am touched by effort – I am blown away to be here – receiving – alive with the wish to create and return.
Tangible joy makes me wanna pick up a Ukulele!
A thank you wholly inadaquate to Benjamin Prewitt – awakening me again this week in ever growing ways to the joy of being alive.
Life as Improv 
thanks for sharing your joyful gift. your joy is my joy!
It is the same joy, isn’t it? Smilecalm, I love that you can express the absolute joy truth so freshly – the hidden reality behind the facade – so cool the way it all works!
“close to the whole point of what we are doing here” – Love that.
Thanks for sharing 🙂
Laurie
Thank you for sharing with me, Laurie! Sometimes I feel like there is a centrally located WordPress cafe where we all meet, share, consume treats, perform, create, laugh together – I wonder what the special is today 🙂
I’ll have the special 🙂
Love this! I feel the same way – what a blessing!
Beautiful post, Marga. Perfect for my quiet Sunday morning after a dance-filled and joyful Saturday wedding reception.
I share your joy this morning with the remnants of a joyful dance-filled night still wafting in the air. Thank you so much for sharing this overlap this morning.
Beautiful artwork, and such an inspiring post. Thank you for the reminder…the importance of our gifts, others’ gifts, life’s gifts.
Such a roller coaster around here, lately, geeeez. From joy to sorrow back then to mellow.
I so clearly see your gifts in your words – and so wish in the deepest part of my soul that what brought me to your gift was not your grief – such pain and mystery.