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Originally posted here

Emerging

Many things make up who we are - what do you share and what do you keep precious from the world? When do you ignore the 'sensible' and leap into what you love?



How often have I tried to hide?

I know it would be safer to keep my head down, to keep my lunacy separate from the rational academia in which I’m slowly-slowly carving a place for myself, and yet I also know that to hide is to deny myself.

So I shut my eyes and I leap.

I see a scary thing ahead, and I take a deep breath and tell my Sensible Self to close her eyes... and then the moon-kissed heart of me steps off the cliff and trusts the wind to carry her.

It’s never dropped me yet.

I know as well as you do the risks of being seen as crazy – it’s a not-so-secret fear of mine, you know? – if they see me and dismiss me I’ll be left out in the cold. If they think I’m crazy they’ll turn me away... I’ll lose friends and opportunities and it’ll all be for nothing.

So says my Sensible Self. She has good reason to believe these things, and yet I know that even if the worst happens, the Wind will not drop me. At least, he will not drop me far!

I’ve friends who have seen me star-struck and moon-kissed and standing on edges. I’ve friends who’ve stood beside me as I’ve opened doors and boxes which Sensible Me says would be better left closed. In leaping I’ve found people who encourage me to fly, even in the most unexpected places.

Those who shake their heads and sigh do not need to know my heart, but as long as I follow it, the Wind will carry me when the ground falls out beneath my feet. Those that know what flying means will soar with me, even if they ride another breeze.

And only those that understand dreams of flight are worth sharing my secrets with. Only those who already share a spark will understand what I say.

And so I come full circle.

No longer do I hide, but neither do I need to tell everyone I meet my deepest, brightest secrets. That those lights guide me is no reason to announce it to the world.

My dreams, my passions, my obsessions filter into my academic work, and you’d be amazed at how often people ignore the bits they do not understand. It’s not easy to have a touch of the irrational in a world of rationality, but they feed each other and both grow stronger from it.

I am me. Every day I learn to be more me, I am always becoming, and I do not hide...

But I do keep secrets.

haloquin: Photo of Halo in snow, long red coat, looking cheekily at camera while writing in a book... (Default)
I'm on 9,872 words out of 20,000.

I'm feeling good about this. Accomplished.

I'm also worrying that I'll get to the end and it'll be complete crap and I'll have to redo the whole thing... but thats fine.

Just ordered a book for it, which I should get over the xmas hols, so, hopefully, all will be good!

Now to go phase out somewhere not in front of a screen. Maybe with some dinner.
haloquin: Photo of Halo in snow, long red coat, looking cheekily at camera while writing in a book... (Default)
Listen.  Make a way for yourself inside yourself.
Stop looking in the other way of looking.
                                                --- Rumi (From Kaleidosoul.com)

In what way do I look? How do I view the world? Philosophically it can be argued that we look at the world in the way we are taught to, related to and dictated by the society we live in. A discussion on FreeFormCraft is revolving around the idea that literacy has shaped our thought processes so it is harder to hear the voice of the Other, and, presumably, our inner voices. But then how does that relate to automatic writing? I often seem to write to pull out the thoughts that are buried in my mind in order to make sense of them - to make them into something sense-able. The process of thinking is in the act of writing. It is a very linear thought process, however, and perhaps this is why it might miss things... the world is not all linear, the world outside our world is cyclical, flexible, multi-layered. Is that why I haven't heard the Fey so much the past year? I've been reading and writing constantly for my course... If I follow the path I want to, will it lead me away from the places I love? How do I balance the magical, cyclical world of the Fey with the linear, literary world of Philosophy. Loving two worlds, how do I live in both?

This is the question I guess every edgewalker has asked themselves. How do I live in both the worlds I walk between? How can I bring the magic of one into the realm of the other, and the understanding and communication of the latter, into the mysterious world of the former? How can we look at the world both ways at once? I don't think I've ever referred to myself as an edgewalker before.

This question seems very close to what I'm looking at for my dissertation, in terms of art and philosophy and how they connect. I will likely have to pare it down to the point where it is a philosophical investigation about the nature of Art, or Truth in Art... because we are limited by the language of the Philosopher, the rules of the game of University. I feel that Nietzsche, whatever you might think of him, succeeded in crossing these lines a little. Moving between the worlds of Art and Philosophy... and the stories... the written word does not have to be limited to the linear world, although we feel it should be because that is where we learn it. This is where storytellers and poets live. The Song Writers use words to cross the lines. I think this is one reason I love the Soulcollaging... I can make beautiful pictures that speak to me, and then I have tools for translating their language into words so that others can hear a little of it.

Almost 3 years ago I commited to creating a story made of pictures... a story for the Fey. I have struggled with it. But now I'm beginning to think I might have a way of fulfilling this commitment. I thought it a little while ago, pictures and words... but perhaps, cards and poems might work. Card-pictures that tell a story, with words that cross the boundaries? I think I will take the pictures I have made, and ue them as a starting point for new pictures, and see where they take me... moving between words and images. The story cannot be linear, but will be connectable... so the cards, the story will move through the cards and be re-arrangable. Which means each card will be complete but interlinked.

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