One of the things that has come up a bit in my readings on Buddhist thought that stands out to me is the inclusion of creativity as something good, and healthful for those pursuing a path of compassion. Creativity, art, is something that appears to be deeply unique to our human experience. It can, not only, help us to see from a different perspective, with a different sense of value for time, and matter, and relation to all beings, things, but it can also do the same for those who experience any art that we create. It should not be like the paintings of the old masters that are just used and financial investments, or strictly as a means to gain money, but should be approached with thought about what it can do or say to help in the life of others as well as ones own life.
I have always gotten great joy from music, mostly music made by others, but also from my efforts to make my own, and by the challenge of learning to play music, or sing it. I am no gifted musician, and all the music is effortful, but it is a joyful effort, like most good things, the work is relative to the reward of it.
Today, and for the past few days the rain has been pouring down. This gives me good excuse to stay indoors and work on music. It is also good to be outdoors enjoying music too.
My guitar is a found gift from a friend. He found it in the trash, on the side of the street, broken in several pieces. I put it back together and it serves me just fine. Other peoples trash is now my treasure.
The search for a "reasonable Path" has been embarked upon. How much does one need to own, to earn, to be entertained, to consume, to do? How can I nurture, and find compassion for other lives, and be a steward of my surroundings, each day, moment to moment.
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Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Location, Location, Location!
It's all about the view.
I suppose we could also consider this:
And then there is this:
We sing the song that has been sung, recite the poem, dance the steps, 1,2,3..... think what has been thought, repeat the life of our forefathers.
or,
We make our own stories, music, poetry, & dance our own steps.
It is not so important which way we do it, but more important, to know which way we do it, and to allow for others who do it their way.
With over 7 billion here, just at this moment, there are bound to be repeats of songs, dances, poems and stories.
But,
That also means that there are as many possibilities for variation and unique invention.
Even so, what happens after the last word, step, or note is for each of us the same. If you think it's different for you, then please, show me.
I suppose we could also consider this:
And then there is this:
We sing the song that has been sung, recite the poem, dance the steps, 1,2,3..... think what has been thought, repeat the life of our forefathers.
or,
We make our own stories, music, poetry, & dance our own steps.
It is not so important which way we do it, but more important, to know which way we do it, and to allow for others who do it their way.
With over 7 billion here, just at this moment, there are bound to be repeats of songs, dances, poems and stories.
But,
That also means that there are as many possibilities for variation and unique invention.
Even so, what happens after the last word, step, or note is for each of us the same. If you think it's different for you, then please, show me.
Labels:
art,
couch potato,
dance,
Life and death,
location,
music,
poems,
purpose,
vacations
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