The first thing that came to mind when reading this was "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." A co-worker said that to me the other day (not in the spirit of meanness, but out of concern), and I realized lately that that's me. My life for the past few years has been work, work, work, and no play. No peace, no beauty, no art. And …
The first thing that came to mind when reading this was "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." A co-worker said that to me the other day (not in the spirit of meanness, but out of concern), and I realized lately that that's me. My life for the past few years has been work, work, work, and no play. No peace, no beauty, no art. And I find myself burnt out, lost, having wandered away from myself. I think these forms of true beauty of which Massey speaks, they light our way through life. Sometimes the roads we travel are dark and fraught with the sadnesses of life. We can get lost there, in that inky dark night of the soul. True beauty--art, poetry, music, prayer--is the guiding hand to help us find our own way out. I no longer believe in saviors or the responsibility of "saving" to be on anyone but yourself; but I do know what lights my way out of the dark, and it's these gentle, quiet things. They illuminate our paths and lead us home, ultimately, to ourselves.
I can't wait to see what your next project entails, Susan!
The first thing that came to mind when reading this was "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." A co-worker said that to me the other day (not in the spirit of meanness, but out of concern), and I realized lately that that's me. My life for the past few years has been work, work, work, and no play. No peace, no beauty, no art. And I find myself burnt out, lost, having wandered away from myself. I think these forms of true beauty of which Massey speaks, they light our way through life. Sometimes the roads we travel are dark and fraught with the sadnesses of life. We can get lost there, in that inky dark night of the soul. True beauty--art, poetry, music, prayer--is the guiding hand to help us find our own way out. I no longer believe in saviors or the responsibility of "saving" to be on anyone but yourself; but I do know what lights my way out of the dark, and it's these gentle, quiet things. They illuminate our paths and lead us home, ultimately, to ourselves.
I can't wait to see what your next project entails, Susan!