Tag: God
Notes From My Amusing Muse
Art is all around us. Art like love has to be seen with the eyes of the heart first. What comes from the heart, goes to the heart. Whether it’s light or dark, matters not. Art is all around just like love is. If you’re blind, you’re going to miss it .Even the darkest of souls can produce breath-taking art. For you see, to make art one must have faith in the unseen. It takes the tiniest seed of faith, like that of a mustard seed, to move mountains. So with a minuscule grain of belief, one can see the unseen, speak the unspoken, write the unwritten. Reach the unreachable, touch the untouchable,love the unlovable. Thaw out the glaciers in another’s soul. Start a bon fire in a heart full of ashes.
Art transcends time and space. As artists we grow frustrated because we live on a 2 dimensional plain;when we know that the 3rd dimension and dimensions beyond that do exist. We travel to those dimensions, while day dreaming and at night we continue dreaming with our eyes closed. Artists are time travelers. We journey there and bring back snap shots of it. Through our artistic expression, we pull the future into the now. We travel back in time using our passion as our time machine;we learn from the past’s light and dark moments. We honor fallen heroes. We keep the memory of our ancestors alive and pay homage to them by telling their stories through different forms of self-expression. We stay in the present as well, knowing that above all, what matters most is living fully, NOW! We do so to capture it in its purest form so we can pass it down to unborn generations.
It takes courage to be an artist in our world, But then again,I believe all artists at all times have needed pluckiness as well. Leonardo Da Vinci and his plans for a flying machine; what did his contemporaries say when he showed them the sketches for it . Or, did he even have the nerve to show them? Mark Twain penned Captain Stormfield’s Visit to Heaven; a book that in my humble opinion is his best masterpiece. He worked on it through out his life and had it published posthumously. It took boldness to write his account oh how he saw heaven. Could it be he chose to protect his work from viscous critics and only to share it with the world once he vacated its premises?
It takes valor to live the life of an artist:
To write from your gut.
To dance your heart out.
To invent something that will help humanity.
To sing a new song to the heart-broken.
To compose symphony after symphony while you’re completely deaf. That must have taken Mr. Beethoven extra nerve.
It takes true grit to paint when you’re almost legally blind, Mr. Monet produced the best work of his career when he lost his sight.
It takes bravery to put a pencil to your mouth and draw amazing pictures when you’re a paraplegic in a wheelchair.
It takes gallantry to go from once having played the role of Superman;flying around in his red cape .Leaping over tall buildings in one single bound. To end up in a wheel chair for the rest of his life, yet touching the masses more than when he appeared on the silver screen.
What about the young Spaniard soccer player who hurt himself in a car accident and lost his passion for life when he couldn’t do what he loved most. Then he gets a guitar and turned world-wide recording artist.These and numerous more artists continue to beckon us all to follow our hearts and listen to our gut
Art creates ambience. Art instills feeling and gives a place its soul.Art is alive and has a heart beat, Even dark,moody art can inspire;it can let us know we’re not alone in our own darkness. Art can make you feel a mess inside and it can quiet your restless heart. 3 little letters combine to make such a powerful word.Like love, which is one letter more; the shortest words can create beauty or wreak havoc.
Perhaps artists are closest to God‘s heart because we’re foolish enough to see the unseen,then we believe it and finally,we make something from nothing. There is love,there is faith and then, there’s art. The 3 work together,always to benefit us all.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Canned Anything Sucks
Canned prayers are like canned potato chips,canned soup or any kind of canned food. Canned food lacks vital nutrients necessary to sustaining our bodies. When we pray, God wants to hear each of our own distinct spirits; our spirit has its own unique voice. When your child asks you for something,,you hear their own unique voice. So why do religious people recite their religious prayers and incantations over and over? God doesn’t want canned voices that all sound the same millennia after millennia. Remember the old sit-coms ? You hear canned laughter in the back ground right? That means those voices we hear in those old TV shows are probably coming from dead people. We need fresh, un-canned expressions TODAY, not from the past.
The disciples learned to pray from their Teacher. He didn’t tell them to recite The Lord’s prayer ; that was just a prayer manual, one they could follow and learn how to approach the King . Certainly not to say the same words over and over. Oh how religion wants everyone to be a Pringle’s Potato chip: All the same shape,same taste, all fit neatly together stacked in a metal can.. I believe heaven and its citizens crave to hear each unique voice on earth.
Unique self expression is the most powerful weapon a person can use. Your own voices unleashes things into the atmosphere and sets things in motion in the universe. Not one star is the same.Not one snow flake is the same. So why do people try so hard to be like some one else? Even our brains are wired differently. No 2 people on planet earth think exactly the same. So it’s reasonable that we’re all different voices and each one of us must utter what is in our hearts to set things in motion. The Bible is not a here is what to say to God type of book. It goes beyond that. It’s a how to approach heaven using your own voice to unlock what is yours through the power of your own distinct expression. Heaven remains locked up when no one dares to step forward to use their own voice.
Martin Luther set the religious system upside down by nailing his own unique expression to the door of the established church. The whole universe was in an uproar when Galileo defied religion’s rules that dictated how the universe runs. Where are The Martin Luthers and Galileos of our time? Stand up and be heard if you’re one of them!!
” The Bible teaches how to get to heaven not how the heavens go.” -Galileo
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
ALL ONE
Alone VS Lonely
Alone tells me that I am all by myself;with the sum of all my thoughts accompanying me.
Alone tells me that I am A ok.
Lonely eats away at the core of my soul.
It blares at me that no one wants me.
Alone is a companion-I’m taking care of me when I am alone.
I am ALL ONE: Not giving away pieces of my heart.
Lonely is a screaming,shrieking night owl telling me,no one gives a God damn about me.
Alone says,”Know thyself.” It is my truth telling best friend.
Alone is that mirror to my soul into which I glimpse,helping me keep it all real.
Lonely gets me to a point of feeling desperate where I’ll just be with people I don’t even like who don’t even celebrate me;instead they barely tolerate.
Lonely compels me to settle for far less than what I deserve..
Alone leads me besides still waters
Alone makes me to lie down in green pastures
Alone,my soul is restored.
Lonely demands I join in the drama-be part of the chaos.
Lose myself in the voices of others so that no one will hear my unique voice. So my self expression will be buried before it even had the chance to be seen or heard from.
Alone- All One- It is the voice of unity. For when I get alone I hear clearly the voice of The Trinity. That triune sound that can only be heard when I’m quiet and all alone.
Lonely is the party goer.
Lonely is the star in the spot light.
Lonely is the drunk hobo.
Lonely is the tough lawyer in the Armani biz suit.
People don’t go mad when they’re alone.
Loneliness drives people to insanity and beyond.
Loneliness drives people to do the unthinkable.
People can be their best by day: A put together doctor who tends to her patients with care.
A pastor tending to his flock.
Parents parenting their children
But when the sun sets and loneliness creeps in ever so slowly and stealthily; those in the day good doers turn to our secret vices. To drown out that loneliness screaming like a mad black panther inside our heads. We drown that dark voice in liquor, drugs,sex,whatever it takes to keep that killer beast at bay.
Alone vs lonely…the two aren’t sisters,not even cousins. One is a choice,the other chooses you. The best stories ever told are about loneliness because we’re all suckers for tear jerkers and tales that break our hearts so that we can feel human once more. Alone vs lonely: Alone is chosen…loneliness chooses you. No one ever says,” I want to be lonely.” We crave being alone.
Eva Santiago copyright 2013
Eva Santiago 