New creatures

You are a new creature in a very old game. The tragedy is not new. Neither is the survival of it.

It doesn't belong just to this moment. It belongs to the eons — to everyone who ever sat inside a dark night of the soul and decided to take a long, loving look at the real.

We are in excellent, excellent human struggle company.

That includes you. That includes all of us. For those tired of slow internet, loud traffic, and selfish decision-making.

They didn't hit fast forward. They just kept going. One step after another.

And so it is.

Wind

The second half of life might be better described as an archeological site with an ever present wind.

The wind, your friend in this case, seeks to uncover the natural geological formations underneath if you let it.

But you closed doors that didn't need closing and now it sits there.

It's visited by constantly hungry, annoying ghosts that haunt most adults most of the time.

The wind might scare them away if we let it, if we let our lives speak to us.

If we allowed the natural movement of the wind to expose the textures underneath.

"Just be in the mood for the truth." Agnes Martin

I watched the documentary on Agnes Martin last night. Second time.

She says, "You just can't be an artist if you can't be alone."

Inside our own minds, we can also be alone. Traffic calmed. Social media left alone. Quietness reigning.

She goes on: "You focus on everything. You are affected by everything. You are responding 100%."

She sat and stared at open New Mexico, letting the air ride into her geometric paintings. You can feel the meditation in the muted colors.

May our whole lives be prayers like this.