a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

25 November 2015

On being a shadow artist

So sa aking journey through TAW, ang aking week ay hindi seven days kundi one essay per day, maybe even one task per day. So talagang mas malalim, mas baby steps, or, to put it in meditation terms, mas mindful walking and aking approach.

Nandito na ako sa essay tungkol sa Shadow Artists, sa Week One.

"There, caught between the dream of action and the fear of failure, shadow artists are born."

If God created us to be creative, if God is our Parent who conceived us in Her womb, it must pain Him whenever we are blocked creatively.

I guess also, in this round of TAW, I shall more closely work with the idea that I am not alone in this. That I have God within me working with me. And sometimes God manifests as creative energy or spiritual electricity.


I need to know also, or admit to myself, that at this point in my life, especially in my theatre career when it was August since I last performed on stage, that I am returning to the shadowy cave of not creating, and so I need this course to keep me awake. I think of Aristotle's cave. And I want to awaken to greet the sunrise.
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