Category: life lessons etc.
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A New Year Wish for anyone struggling and not able to celebrate
“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book I am re-blogging this post from 2013, a very difficult year in my life and I’m sending it out to anyone who has struggled this year. Life this year has been stamping its foot, screaming at the […]
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Trying to write a poem
0n the death of Seamus Heaney I am trying to write a poem because I am sad– and because summer is ending- and because a poet I love has died. I am trying to write a poem because– as the days grow short and the nights fall so suddenly- all my summers- of innocence and […]
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Insider Secrets
When I was a kid- my grade eight math teacher told our class about a mail-order scam where someone would put an ad in the classifieds–offering an ancient secret to becoming rich and famous. All you had to do was send nine dollars to a box number and the secret of unlimited wealth would be yours. A few weeks later, a booklet in a plain brown package would […]
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Mind your own business
“There are only three kinds of business in the universe: mine, yours, and God’s.” ~ Byron Katie Today, I had the urge to write about something that I was outraged about. I was annoyed about a particular internet art star. I wanted to be the kid in the crowd who cries out that the emperor has no clothes. But […]
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Poem from a recurring dream.
I dream of a little cage, on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Lulled by the illusion of safety, I hang there trapped– above murky waters, as if sitting alone in a cage, is preferable to the risk of learning […]
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Life is too precious to rush.
Making art teaches me– that life is too precious to rush. I don’t want to miss any miracles. And there are always miracles unfolding. It takes time to truly become conscious of how art opens the doors of perception and reveals the deeper parts of the soul. Drawing, painting demands that I slow down. Hand […]
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Remember to look at the sky.
Sometimes I get scared. Overwhelmed Shut down. Oh– these endless yammering clamouring thoughts. Inner turmoil. Craziness. What’s wrong with me? It’s just the old wounds weeping. Just the old anguish re-instating itself. It’s just the ancient inherited sorrow of my ancestors– Mourning their loved ones. Grieving their losses. It’s just the old trauma, My trauma, […]
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Life Lessons
Another post from my journal a few years ago. Sometimes I think that the lessons of my life have been delivered in a series of disasters and catastrophes. It is as if I somehow needed to go sailing in a little paper boat, during a raging storm, in order to learn about the need for […]
Lynna Goldhar Smith Paintings 