It is through creative expression that life finds its voice. Where the language of things and the words we attach to them, all build the sentences that describe how we live, layered by the meanings we have chosen.
This is how we make sense of the world, how we connect the dots between us and them, this and that, and our emotional and physical selves.
Our world of things is a life of emotion and meaning: animal, vegetable, and mineral. And a life of purpose is built around how we move through these meanings we’ve created, all well crafted of prose and formed from ideologies.
Meaning and purpose are the hallmarks of living, they are the guide posts and gauges: compasses in an era of troubled paths.
As humans we are gatherers, seekers and wonderers, still telling stories under starlight and fire.
We’ve built our communities around all that has grounding, and the things of utility, meaning and purpose.
"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things."