How do Creative People Repair Themselves?


 

People are harmed by certain experiences like being abused, discounted, lied to, shamed, beaten, ignored, tyrannized and hated. People are harmed by encountering too many disappointments, rejections, criticisms, unfulfilled dreams, and unsuccessful outcomes.

 

Creative people often feel the pain of these experiences more deeply than the accountants and the business moguls. Many creative people are born with depression, anxiety or family love. Every human being is hurt in some way by the people of the world. We can find it harder to live, care, try and be calm. Most of us, in some time of our lives realized, we need repair. But how do we make that happen?

 

This question is dangerous because it indicates that there is only one way for you or I to repair or heal ourselves. There is just one answer to the question.

 

Often, it is difficult to begin to do the self repair work. The damage is everywhere. It is in the brain. It is in the way we breathe, in the way we see, and what we are attracted to. Often, when we know that we are emotionally injured, we try to repress it or to pretend there is nothing wrong. What humans become during war shows the power of emotional damage on the human psyche.

 

Support, from friends, a psychotherapist and loved ones, uses our creative gifts to heal the self and are often successful. Talking to your subconscious and reassuring it that you are safe and in no danger can help. Talking to a therapist can help. reveling in your successes can help. Creating the beautiful art to fill the world can help. Artists, all kinds of artists, are very important in the world. No matter what your media is, you add to the beauty, kindness, compassion and love in the world. Even if you have no one close to you who gives you unconditional support, be your own support. Believe in yourself.

 

Friends are very important to “listen and support” during the down days. And don’t forget your family, your “WordPress family” who will be honest with you. I have found that readers are honest and forthcoming with good advice.

 

Musicians, writers, photographers and painters, print makers, sketchers all have the fullness of creative ability. Some of the most highly respected artists felt some days that they had no talent.

Gauguin, Van Gogh, Rembrandt, for instance all went through periods when they felt they had no talent. Some of their “friends” encouraged this thinking. But over a hundred years in the future we consider them some of arts’ masters. Follow your heart and the needs of your soul. If your hands want to write, then do so. If your eyes want to see a mountain through a lens, then allow it.

 

There is discussion about making sure that students who are majoring in math and science all be given art classes. This is to help them be able to deal with people better, to develop ideas better, and to enrich their lives.

 

” I cannot help it that my pictures do not sell. The time will come when people will see that my paintings are worth more than the price of the paint and my own living.”

—Vincent Van Gogh

 

“Let us keep courage and try to be patient and gentle. And not mind being eccentric, and make distinction between good and evil.”

—Vincent Van Gogh

 

“Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is every deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, these open the prison by supreme power, by some magic force. Where sympathy is renewed, life is restored.”

—Vincent Van Gogh

 
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Women


Women                                                                               Ok they

should be                                                                             should be

pedestals                                                                                little horses

moving                                                                                     those wooden

pedestals                                                                                 sweet

moving                                                                                 oldfashioned

to the                                                                                      painted

motions                                                                                 rocking

of men                                                                                   horses

the gladdest things in the toyroom

The                                                                                 feelingly

pegs                                                                              and then

of their                                                                          unfeelingly

ears                                                                                To be

so familiar                                                                     joyfully

and  dear                                                                     ridden

to the trusting                                                            rockingly

fists                                                                            ridden until

To be chafed                                                                the restored

egos dismount and the legs stride away

Immobile                                                                     willing

sweetlipped                                                                  to be set

sturdy                                                                             into motion

and smiling                                                                   Women

women                                                                            should be

should always                                                                  pedestals

be waiting                                                                          to men

 

This poem was written by May Swenson. She has written prose and poetry. In 1970 Ms. Swenson was elected to the National Institute of Arts and Letters. She has won many other awards for her moving and praiseworthy work.

Memories of the Run for the Roses


Thirty years ago, I used to meet friends at Louisville for the Kentucky Derby. We would regroup from around the country. Louisville was the site for annual reunion and the Derby was the reason. I have many wonderful memories of the Oaks which runs on Friday. We would all dress up and go to the club house. Saturday, was our day in the in-field. Guys would arrive around 6 am and lay out our blankets to “save our spaces”. Derby day is one of the best parties in the country. Cheers and mint juelips under a beautiful blue sky.

As I watched the run yesterday, I saw the hats, I could smell the air and remember all of the love and laughs. There is nothing like standing up against the fence and watching the horses run. Mud flies and horses fly by and you are part of that excitement. I am good at picking winners but I have never bet more than $2. Life has changed all of our lives but the run for the roses is still one of my best memories. Cheers everyone. Remember the good times, the love, the laughs, the friendships and the 2 minutes of one of the greatest races in the country.

 

 

The list of the Unarmed killed by Police keeps growing


What I’ve found out in the days since the murder of Freddie Gray is that people are being killed every day by police in America.  A friend has told me that there is a least one such death a day.

Looking for more information about this, I found this video, which documents the deaths of unarmed people killed by Police in 2014.  Most of these deaths were not reported on the news, and yet they were killed at the hand of police.

It’s important for all people in America to be aware of two things:

  1. People from EVERY race are being killed by police
  2. This is being largely being kept a secret

If it weren’t a secret, more people would be marching and protesting and maybe we could make a change to this horrific trend.

My condolences go out to the families and friends of all these victims.  May they rest in peace.

May our country give them justice, however long it takes.