Art happens throughout the week, including the weekend, because a week never really ends.
Your breathing doesn't stop because the weekend happened, it keeps going, as it should, to support you in your living.
The weekend is simple a devised way of giving yourself a different kind of time, one you think of as more yours. Truth is, all week is yours and there is no end.
Art is the same way, and the fun part is, that no matter whether you're thinking of it or not, it is thinking of you!
Art always has you in mind, and its time is vast and unlimited, trying to show you that the days are the same, a vast and unlimited number, of which you are part of, not separate from.
Today we overlook the ocean, and it looks at us, both of us delighted to see one another. We wave to each other.
Art is on-going, like the waves of the ocean, endless in their nature and always there for us when we're ready to look, to see, to smell, to taste.
Art has all the flavors you could ever possibly imagine, and most certainly, your favorite. The beauty of art is that it fulfills your desires, wants, and needs, because it is attuned to you.
Hope this week finds you endless in its beauty, and artful in its presence, and you always in the middle of its expression.
2 comments:
Yeah and you are right...a weekend just gives you mores days to look forward to!
Thank you, Sandra, the days just keep rolling along.
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