I am an artist.

I could give up everything else in my life if only I could create and create well for the rest of my life. By "create well" I do not mean any work of genius or lucratively successful. I simply mean disciplined, experimental, and completely abandoned to the art and medium in front of me.

Many different art forms are calling out to me in voices I simply can't refuse. Their voices are so persistent, I find that theatre has dropped from the forefront of my mind and "art" has taken its place.

This is an interesting sensation.

The powers of articulation are failing me in that I cannot express exactly what I am thinking and feeling. It is more of a feeling....as if one could feel thoughts rather than eloquently string them into a sentence with any rational meaning. In fact, I would try to elucidate further, but a flute lesson beckons me to arrive on time.

Suffice it to say, I would dearly love to throw off all constraints of time, space, money, and any other obstacle in my way and simply create. Simply produce art. Simply serve the art that approaches me asking, as Madelaine L'Engle says in Walking on Water, "Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me."

Actual Ramblings

I ought to be doing homework right now but other thoughts keep creeping in, so therefore I must follow their lead and ramble awhile.

I would like to eat an entire box of fudgesicles right now, but alas, I don't have any. They would be delightful, though.

I think they should make a glow stick tiara. I would buy one. Or seven.

I want to snap my fingers and be done with classes. That'd be nice!

How do things grow? It is really a bizarre concept if you think about it too long.

I need to write more. I miss it immensely. I need to discipline myself to write more.

I love what God is doing in my heart. It hurts quite a bit, but it is so worth it. Honestly, I'd rather have the pain of God working in my life than the comfortable absence of God.

I miss blogging. I will do this more often. Though perhaps with more introspection and philosophizing.

Things don't always work out the way you think they will. In fact, recently, I have not gotten a single thing I want. Very interesting. But I'm okay with it. God knows best.

Ugh. Homework is calling. Homework has a very nasty voice. You don't want to listen to the voice of homework. Ever. Ew.

I will ramble more later..... :)