A Sad Note in My Heart
Boldness Has Genius, Power and Magic in It!
This quote from Goethe has inspired me for over a decade. I found it many years back and it spoke to me about what is possible. Since then all that is precious in my life has come from the place where I throw myself, “all in”, and commit “nothing less than everything”. Continue reading “Boldness Has Genius, Power and Magic in It!”
Anyway
And so why does my mind
Ask questions that have no answers
But hang around my head
Like rings of smoke from a thick
Haitian cigar
Anyway?
Questions about the places
I abandoned and carefully forgot
Buried in tear-stained sheets
So many years ago
When empty words held me safe
And touch was a place I did not know
But dreamed about every night
Anyway.
©2014 Terri Wallace
Through the Dark of Every Day
Through the Dark of Every Day and the Noon of Every Night
In the beginning the end seems like a world unto itself – distant and aloof.
But as the earth revolves and the sunrise and sunsets of millions of years blur in a golden arc across the blue-black sky, meaning is transformed and the soul leaps forward to become commander of the ship. Continue reading “Through the Dark of Every Day”
Time is Silver-Slow; Silver-Slow Wrapped in Gold
Some days my problems, and more importantly the problems of the world around me, seem too large to bear. If I am relatively conscience in that moment of despair I look outside myself and share my worries, or even my hopes which can feel small and lifeless in the face of the despair, with a friend. Otherwise, as I have learned time and time and time Continue reading “Time is Silver-Slow; Silver-Slow Wrapped in Gold”
My Definition of Art……from James Joyce
I have a quote that I wrote down many, many years ago and it has stayed true to how I feel and what I think art and any form of expression for that matter is about. It is from the book The Artist as a Young Man, by James Joyce.
..to speak of these things and to try to understand their nature, and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and color which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come to understand – that is art.
So, I will be slowly and humbly expressing an image of the beauty I have come to understand. After all isn’t all true understanding beautiful?