Art-As-Therapy Experience

How does it affect you when you are labeled or type cast in a certain way? Do you simply go along with it for sake of maintaining peace and harmony? Or do you silently seethe at the mere thought of someone presuming to think for you? You Know perfectly well what I’m talking about. The people who are the closest to you seem to do it the most. They erroneously assume they KNOW you so well when, in fact, don’t even have a clue as to who you really are or what you are about. That’s when you have become far too familiar. Life is a spiraling mystery with you as the wildest stallion among the lot. (or maybe not…)

Much to our chagrin, we take for granted our surroundings which are energetically encased by walls. So busily engaged in whatever pursuit, we forget to notice the enigmatic closure surrounding us. Harboring and shielding us from the harsh elements of comprised reality, the interlocking intimacy they provide reaches beyond any other meaningful relationship we aspire to. They conform to our idiosyncrasies without complaint. Our insufferable moods and erratic behaviors are are absolved without question or comment Within these sacred walls-witnessing many diverse disagreements and elevated escapades-they hold us in the bowels of their protective provision, while we are formed and broken. Walls observe silently as commitments are sealed and others are dissolved. Stories of life, laughter and love are continuously absorbed, refracted and reflected. We need embrace their exquisite beauty, structure and form, as the vitally embalmed part of the living environment of our present bumbling endeavor. They whisper incalculable, unobtrusive, wisdom if we are humble and courteous enough to listen.

Before the day begins, for humans, the elements and objects await our arrival. They embrace us and support our ventures. We hardly ever give thanks to their ceaseless participation and devoted care.

Too alone to convey the depth of despair faced each day. Too despondent to notice if it matters enough to say. Too disconnected to care either way. Too scared to believe his world is held at bay by the unconscious decisions he follows that sway: Every action, word, thought, emotion, relationship and dream destroyed along the way.

To expose that which we will not normally speak of openly delivers into our lives the liberating force of authentic self-expression barred from all expectation and disappointment. To be completely honest requires a dropping of old ‘response by rote’ for the spontaneously shocking but exhilarating freedom to express what one feels without the fear of rejection or uninvited criticism. It matters not-in the least- IF others accept and seem to adore you IF you are untrue to yourself by holding back or plunging ahead in that realm where the doorway is marked “enter at they own risk”. What is comforting is not always suitable and certainly never permanent. Do what thou wilt unrestrained-in as much- as you startle your state of affairs by turning over the long held conditioned beliefs and traditions which have turned you into stone. Be willing to be misunderstood and loathed, if need be

NO matter the heart break, true joy withstands the ravages of elimination.

During the course of our lives, we pin so many hopes, aspirations, dreams, ideals, expectations on others. We tend to forget that the cherished attributes we idolize are not found in the other but in ourselves. We neglect to see that by wanting to please, so badly, and be accepted by the other, we are doing nothing but diminishing that which is truly valuable within. The sacred bouquet cannot be delivered, except that you give it to yourself.

The dragon is a mythological creature who is supposedly unreal. But, one must determine for himself/herself the validity of that statement. Can you feel the gentle intense pulsating movement of his passion as creativity begins to stir with you? Do you see ‘him’ (creativity) rising abruptly when confronted by a particular attracting interest? He’s real, alright!