The undeniable urge to write takes a leap away from pen and paper.
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In Autumn, the green chlorophyll in leaves fades away, revealing the yellow carotenoids underneath. That's the scientific explanation of the colour change we see. Another way of looking at it is that the gold was inside all along.
We live in a world of ghosts. I've seen them. One minute, I'll be driving along, and suddenly, there's a younger me pushing the stroller and walking into town on some errand. It happens in a flash, and then it's gone, faded back into the past. These spots are all over the area. Every place I've been has a bit of me attached, and these bits reappear in a flash when I pass a point with a strong impression. Sure, they're only memories, but it always strikes me odd how vivid they can be, especially when they are the most ordinary moments. We all expect to remember the big things- a catastrophe, love at first sight, a wedding or the birth of a child. All these things leave their ghosts because we recognize their importance and press them into our minds for later, or else the emotion is strong enough to burn them in without thought. But it's funny how some absolutely inconsequential pieces etch themselves on your memory...
Picture an artist. Is he painting? Does she dance? Does he write poetry, act, sing, sculpt? Is the one who sews a dress or builds a beautiful table an artist? Must the art be decorative, meaningful, concrete? Is there art in piecing together parts of others' work, or do we call it art only if it's 100% original? Is an artist still an artist if they never support themselves by selling their work? Are they less of an artist if they do? Is an artist still an artist when he's just watching TV, or sleeping, or eating his dinner? We all have different ideas of what constitutes art, and therefore, what makes an artist. Opinions on the topic are varied and changing. Most would say they would know art when they saw it, but few could define it with any sort of clarity. That's because art is an intangible magic, half the expression of the artist and half the perception of the viewer, listener or reader. It is a communication, an offering and acceptance. The artist can never know h...
I know a beacon when I see one. Who doesn't? They're the sun-bright people doing big things in the world. They beam their light into dark corners and lead others to safe places. Beacons transform the world despite improbable odds. They inspire, and people are drawn to them like moths to...well, a big bright light. Most beacons think nothing of their solar qualities. They are who they are. They'll do what needs to be done in the ways they're most comfortable doing things - which is big, bold, inspiring. I think they succeed, at least in part, because the gods love those big daring stories as much as we do. (And maybe Fortuna is fond of flashy lights. Seen Vegas?) Beacons exist at all levels of recognition, of course. You don't have to be internationally known or even a local celebrity to be one. We can all probably think of someone we know personally who fits the bill. It seems to be a collection of personality traits or mode of behavior more than anyt...
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