pilgrimage

Found an interesting quote earlier from a seemingly interesting stranger's blog.

“a woman is not a potted plant
her roots bound to the confines
of her house …
a woman is wilderness
unbounded” -alice walker

“the fundamental question about revolution
as lorraine hansberry was not afraid to know
is not simply whether I am willing to give up my life
but if I am prepared to give up my comfort:
clean sheets on my bed
the speed of my dishwasher
and my gas stove …
paintings I have revered stick against my walls
as unconcerned as saints …
yet not one lifeline thrown by the artist
beyond the frame
reaches the boy whose eyes were target
for a soldier’s careless aim. …” -alice walker

I love Walker by the way. Amongst one of my favorite poets.

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I hope I am making the most of my time. I hoped that after school got out I could have a period of introspection, one of reading, cultivation, creation, evaluation, meditation. Sadly, today felt productive going down to Ross, actually living my one of two living spaces. I even bought two books today, one on drawing human anatomy and the other an origami enyclopedia. *laughs* Always with my paper worlds...

Drawing from what I mentioned earlier, an aspiration of mine is to learn the art of meditation. It's purpose intrigues me, stimultaneous removal and connection. You learn to concentrate on releasing independent attributions. What is it but the art of focus? The challenge focus presents is that of applied measurement.

Also I had planned to journey through a myriad of various readings. From the current book I have been eternally reading (I need to finish it) Field Notes on the Compassionate Life, selected writings of Virginia Woolf, Adrianne Rich, Emerson and Thoureau, Joseph Campbell, and Carl Jung... Much more on that list than is listed. I wanted to read up more on Rilke, Alice Walker, Nikki Giovanni, and Mark Strand... Brush up on life's imagery...

I had hoped that this would be a period dedicated to finding my own spirituality. I look at the head way I have not made and I feel my heart - sink. Truly the only journey is one within but from where does one embark?

It's not too late, not even close to over yet. Even so, that sets off no sirens, no dramatics in the background, the soundtrack has long since been cut. This is life in the raw, life itself simply uncut.

It's what we can make of the measure...