linaji

WOW ..I WOKE UP FEELING PRETTY BLUE.. THEN I WROTE ABOUT IT..

THEN… YOU GUYS RESPONDED WITH SUCH GLORIOUS LOVE

THEN… ONE OF MY FAV POEMS FEATURED IN MY FAV GROUP…CORE

THEN.. MY FAVE SOUL SEEKER/ARTIST KUMARJI . JUST WROTE A JOURNAL REMINDED ME…..........ONE YEAR TODAY..

I LEFT THE DEPTHS OF WHAT I ‘THOUGHT’ A FAILED LIFE AND DID NOT KNOW WHO I WAS…..AGAIN...

AND THAT MORNING I WENT TO MY COMPUTER AND OPENED UP TO A SITE CALLED RED BUBBLE AND THE REST AS THEY SAY IS HISTORY!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU RED BUBBLE!!
THANK YOU TO MY LOVERS OF LIFE HERE ALL!!!!!!! I TOTALLY LOVE YOU!!

PS HERE IS MY FIRST JOURNAL ENTRY BACK IN ‘THE DAY’

THIS WAS A FEW DAYS AFTER I LOGGED ON HERE.. BOY.. ONE YEAR LATER..GEESZZ I GOTA JOB THAT GIVES ME ALL THE TIME I NEED FOR MY ART
AND WRITING AND I HAVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

linaji

FEB 12TH 2008

I am yet to be bubbled out

Last night I just had to stop. For some of these practiced veterans on this site who have honed the holiness of their craft will attest to I am sure; it is a prize when one finally lets go and pays attention to that which is really the peg that fits into the round hole, the round jpeg…hehe.

I have scattered my writing, my photo’s and my passion all over my bedroom for years. Recently I have used this beautiful arena here at Red Bubble, as a catharsis for my fledgling momentum towards the me I have discovered in the last few days. I have made some pretty bold decisions. I am going back to basics and pursuing the dreams I have let go of over the years. Wait, I have to be honest, there were no dreams, I never dreamed that I would pursue art, or any craft thereof, it was my brothers domain as his work was well in the making since I was a child. I remember his ability to watch TV and draw at the same time. Still to this day, he does exactly that, watch some media piece, perhaps a movie of his choice while he works.

I am having a hard time today deciding what to do but I have promised a friend I would help her out by selling a product or several that have to do with a branch of business I have been interested in and actually had a business in over the last few years.. Interior Design (emphasis on Green Design).

I just don’t feel it. I am trying to decide; no I think I have decided that I need to take up my calling. The trick is the money thang.. Anyway with the unlimited supply of money and ideas available perhaps after I go through the motions of showing up for life today the answers will come, that is what I am betting on. So off I go leaving my dearest RB pals for a bit and sift through the day. I leave this journal entry with hope, happiness and a bit more clarity than I have enjoyed in a while.

      LindaR
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I can so relate to your writing and feelings and perspective – thanks for saving me some “ink” :)

Nancy Fischer
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same here. i decided – in november as a matter of fact that my creative energy deserved attention and have found in my writing and with color and design and abstrackts and landscape phototos, etc. that i can breathe again. i will not compromise my art or writing to a journalist or someone who suggests that i should this or i should that. right now having it be my lifeline is good enough. the money thing, yes that’s something we all have to manage, at least to pay our bills – i was a six figure girl for a long time but couldn’t put two sentences of a poem together. i’m happier now. stay basic and love what you do. you never know where that can lead…. life is so much more than money. there’s art and beauty and love and friendships and the sea and …. and… and… and…..on and on and on……..
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adgray
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Yes Linaji we must pay dues in this world.
[You just encouraged me to put up my latest poem – “Paying Dues”]
Once there was a time shamans and bards were honoured guests the households privileged to have them visit, wealth was to have your own live with you.
But now artists are seen as “Bludgers” as the Australian slang would describe it
Yet history is recorded from the cross references of culture – created by artists
And mankind seek art in all it’s forms to express themselves or escape their woes
You think they’d like us a bit more and give us a hand to let us get on with it huh? ~ adg xox
PS I decided I was a writer when an ankle injury forced me to be house bound and on crutches for the best part of 8 months and in all that time I saw no one but my mother and my children. I could not return to uni and finish my arts/education degree but more frustratingly I could not go to the book store or library to satisfy my thirst for reading. So I wrote my own book – a saga too large for here! And finally I showed my family what I was “wasting my time doing” and found the support from one brother – one out of 20 family members but one was enough I declared myself a writer! ~ adg xox

MAN O MAN.. WHAT A TRIP.. THANK YOU SO MUCH KUMARJI.. YOU HAVE TRULY MADE MY DAY AS RED BUBBLE HAS HELPED TO MAKE MY LIFE… BITCHEN!!!!!* (Serioius.. I never used that word when it was in vogue.. but it came to me today.. my one year here…. and well.. today it totally fits!!!)*