A Poet I Am Not ;-)

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So as you can see... I'm not really a poet. This I know. But, this is ok, since, what I'm really interested in is letting it all hang out. A space for my thoughts and feelings in whatever form. I often almost censor myself and leave stuff on pad and paper, not letting it out to the general public, but this doesn't interest me. Nor am I interested in showing only a perfect image of myself, I'm interested in the vulnerable, the imperfect, the shoddy and mishapen. I'm interested in the fact that that everywhere we insist on perfection, and it's this perfection that while pushing us forward, also limits our creativity and expression. I say, just create, blowing the doors off of convention, expectation, and perfection. Write like a 10yr old, paint with your fingers, just make something. There's time down the road to reflect and rework, and there's time to find the pieces that hold something wonderful, but first you have to find the pieces with which you're working. You have to get things out in draft form, you have to not be afraid of critique, you have to SUCK in all your GLORY! Hehe... This is the promise I've made to myself with these blogs, I'm free to laugh at myself, and not get caught up in taking myself too seriously, I'm free to play and I'm free to fall flat on my face. This I think, is what Coyote Medicine is all about.

I just thought I should let you know where I'm coming from. It's this idea of Wabi-sabi that I'm after, since, this is what is natural. This is how things are. It's the old car rusting away in the farmers field, it's the water stains on your bathtub, it's the bruised ankle, it's all of us growing old. Life isn't perfect, but in life's imperfection, we often find pieces of the truly beautiful.

peace, d


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