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Don't compare, don't complain, simply keep working.

Patience with pleasure, Shifting hierarchies, Drifting with the wind, Sifting with no aim, But to be with you again.

The other day I found a knife turning in my eyeball. It had no mind, no owner. All it knew was to cut everything in sight. The river, the butterfly, the moon; everything cut into pieces. Pinned to a cycle of predictable analysis, trying to force meaning to the dead. I stayed there quietly, watching the unclaimed blade. I offered silence and its agitations grew. Like water slowly shaping a stone, I watched the knife change into a paint brush. With one stroke the world emerged, without the illusory masks and unnecessary layers. Blood rushed into my eyes, not believing what they had just witnessed. I continued to watch, never changed, letting the images wash away. Serenity needs no cuts or calculations, no fixed labels or fleeting fascinations, just a nameless wander that reveals what…

This month, I’m traveling Europe for no reason other than to get lost, get found, and enjoy some encounters with people and places. To frame the experience more intently, I started asking questions that focused my attention in new ways. I started to research "beauty," not in journal articles but as a lived experience. I asked, what does it mean to put beauty at the center of experience? How does it change the way I see things? Suddenly, there was so much more to the chair I was sitting on. And the loud music that was once interfering with my writing process became a curious expression of the person who tuned the volume. And the pains I was having in my body became an extension of the phenomenon. Things changed beautifully,…

As I entered the second week of my Expressive Arts training in the Alps of Switzerland, there was a need to rediscover myself in a fresh way. It has been quite challenging. I've had to face some critical questions like, what does it mean to grow as an artist? What does it mean to surrender control and fully trust what emerges? And what is the role of beauty in the creative process? I’ve played with such questions for some time now as they form the basis of my thinking, but I have had to face them on an entirely new level and test my capacity to be present and grow through the uncertainty. What better way to do this than deep in the valley of giant mountains? The metaphor is appropriate as I…