The Art of Enjoying Life.

Amongst the fear of growing AI, I am reminded of the deliciousness that exists in resting into my $1k couch that I invested in a year ago. Melting into it with The Myth of Normal by Gabor Maté, as my 13-week-old puppy Artemis battles for my attention. I'm reminded of the simplicity of having life that I've ignored for 15 years. Even with 5 years of solid commitment to the world of somatics, when I let myself melt into my own body, I am reminded instantly what matters.

So — are you asking the same question?

Why don't we let ourselves taste the deliciousness of life more often?

I've realized that a lot of my presence on social media, websites, and all the digital doodahs is to serve as a reminder. To offer a reflection of what is possible, and to feed you seeds along the way. Praying that one of them at least takes root within you, so this massive tree that is life can grow within you as well.

The only answer I have after 15 years of traveling, making it to the ceiling as an artist within my own world, navigating the underbelly of artistry that I ignored to reach for that ceiling, is this:

We are all here to wake up the artist that lives inside us, and to allow them to exist.

It's as simple as that.

It doesn't have to be about becoming a new age priestess who's able to call on the forces of good and evil to manipulate their way into the spotlight. It doesn't even have to be about what you paint.

It's about awakening that artist who is able to see into a world — not extract from it, but be inspired by it.

This is what the world needs more of.

Artists who are able to see the beauty that is. Allow themselves to enter into the process of what it is to bring that beauty into life. And letting go of the attachments of whatever the artist meant for you.