Sunday, December 13, 2009
I'm very much like Stephen Dedalus in "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" by James Joyce. I've been in the lowest of lows and depended on the very shallow sources of life to satisfy me, and then I've been to a spiritual extreme, maybe an unhealthy extreme, that blinded me from the reality of the world. But, as I have been made, I am an artist of my own life. I am an artist of words and music. So where's the balance?? I cannot deny beauty and then at the same time I cannot deny a Higher Power that is all around us. Floating freely and concentrating on the inner parts of our souls.
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In my experience, the balance is where the tension is - and where most of the joy and beauty and pain and sorrow and elation and passion intermingle. I think artists who acknowledge and then wrestle with their spiritual existence and submission to God end up with incredibly rich and passionate lives.
I don't think you figure out the balance. Not til heaven, anyway.....
Love you, Jenn...
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