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Enough is Enough

February 23, 2011 · 15 comments

“Enough” Watercolor & charcoal 8 x 12″ © 2011 Jean Burman

Sometimes I get overwhelmed. You probably do too.  [I think everyone does]

The modern world is fast becoming a crazy place.  Social media doesn’t help.  There are literally billions of people out there having their say. Crying out to be heard.

With so many voices… mine is just one more voice in the wilderness.

Yours too.

But you know what?

I decided this week… that the old rules still apply.

“The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white” Lao Tzu

I am enough. Exactly as I am.

You are enough. Exactly as you are.

If we are out there being ourselves and  doing our best… it’s enough!

I talk a lot about Vincent Van Gogh here. I don’t really know why… except that I guess I see [in him] the struggles that I myself face. The struggles that all of humanity face. He’s kind of like the “pin-up person” for the human condition [grin] in a weird kind of way.

My friend Lance Ekum discussed being heard on his blog this week. The desire to be heard is no small thing. The need to be understood and have our ideas acknowledged… is even more of a challenge. This is the sticking point for us all I think… regardless of whether we are on the giving or receiving end.

But who cares anyway?

Palm Cove © 2011 Jean Burman

Getting back to basics is the best way to counter the feeling of “overwhelm” that pervades our lives today.

Step back… close the books… log off [and log out]… and whatever you do… stop all incoming!

Get down to the beach… shake out your towel… and sit right down on the sand.

[If you haven’t kicked off your shoes by now… do so immediately]

Look around.  What do you see?  What do you feel?

The sand is warm… the water is an excellent shade of emerald turquoise.  The waves are lapping gently toward the shore.  Can you hear them?

Now take a deep breath.  What can you smell?  Warm seaweed reaches my nostrils. I’m taken slightly aback by the memory of a hundred warm happy days spent on the sand as a kid.

Funny how our sense of smell can do that.

The water is shimmering as far as the eye can see… and I realise as if for the first time… that I need nothing more. Being here is enough.

It’s been a week of getting back to basics for me.  Mindfully slowing down. Unwinding my mind. Remembering what’s important.

Life. People. Love. Friendship. Solitariness.

Honesty. Loyalty [especially to myself]

Forgiveness… [now there’s a big one!]

Simple things like humming in the shower.  Walking on the sand. Taking note of the change in the sun’s direction as the season changes… and noticing the cooler early autumn air [it’s opposite here… and good enough reason for having your head in the clouds and your feet in the mud!]

As I paint I’ve been listening to my parent’s old record collection. The music of my childhood. I am reminded how important music has been in my life… and how much I miss it when I’m not making it.

I remember how the music is in me alongside the art… and the words… and I promise myself to once again find my voice.

The other one.

Not the one I write with.

Nor the one I paint with.

But the one that comes out of my mouth [hopefully sometimes in tune - grin] and accompanies the music that brings so much joy to my life.

Note to self:  pick up your old guitar and thank it for the years of faithful service.  Then place it gently in the corner and go out and buy yourself a new one [grin]… one with the neck not warped… the strings are all new… and it plays in tune.  Then go sing your heart out.

I want to… I’ve decided.

I want to be all that I can be.  For me.  No-one else!

What the world thinks doesn’t matter.

What the world does… doesn’t matter either.

What matters is that I am doing what I love… to the best of my ability.

And you are doing what you do to the best of your ability.

Beyond that… well… who really cares?

I am what I am.  You are what you are.

And [we] will always be enough!

Have your say here… what do YOU think?

As I finished writing this I discovered another common theme with my friend and fellow blogger Lance Ekum over at Jungle of Life.  All I can say is great minds think alike… [not saying I'm a great mind [mind you]… but Lance is and I really like his blog so you can take a look at what he had to say about this here on this link] but don’t forget to comment HERE first!

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Unique and Unrepeatable

November 2, 2009 · 9 comments

Universal Image (for the blog)Pen & Watercolour Copyright 2009 Jean Burman

A human being is a single being.

Unique and Unrepeatable

- John Paul II

Why then do we allow ourselves to get so lost in the crowd?

Why are we so often content to fall “lockstep” in with the mob?

So happy not to rock the boat?

Or question the status quo?

I think it happens more in cities.

But I could be wrong.  You know how I [so often] am!

Maybe it’s all that concrete?  I don’t know.

But it does seem to occur more often in places and situations where people are gathered together in large crowds.  Where people are moved from here to there en masse. Or where we are habitually herded together and funneled down a channel or through a system;  the supermarket line… the classroom…. the workplace… or the bureaucratic process that administers pretty much everything.

After a while we lose the ability to think freely. To think for ourselves. And perhaps even… to think at all. Worse than that… we lose the ability to take personal responsibility. A quick scan of faces on the bus. The train. The ferry. I get an awful empty feeling.

Resignation and acceptance everywhere.

I’ve been noticing lately how people [stand] on travellators.  You know… those things that look like escalators… but instead of going up… they go a-l-o-n-g?  Like a production line?  You know the ones. Yes of course you know. Grin. What some of us don’t know is… they’re meant to be walked on! But 9 out of 10 people don’t. Walk… that is. They step on… and stand there. Chat. Hold everyone up and make it impossible to get past. Most are none the wiser. It’s-what-you-do. And no-one questions it.

Odd how the same thing happens later out in the carpark. Or maybe it’s not so odd afterall?  I guess if it happens on the travellator… it’s bound to happen again later in the carpark.  It’s astonishing that… despite the choice of multiple exits… drivers still queue [without thinking] one behind the other at the same exit waiting [ever so patiently - or not] to punch their ticket into the ticket machine to get out.  All I can say is it’s a good thing we’re not sheep.  And it’s a very good thing the cliff face is not imminent.

I don’t know… seems to me there’s a numb kind of mindlessness going on out there.  Or maybe it’s not so much a mindlessness as an absence of mind[ful]ness.  It’s not intentional of course.  But people don’t seem to have their head in gear any more.  And if it is in gear… they certainly forgot to engage the clutch and select first gear!

Meanwhile… with all this mind-numbing-mindlessness-stuff going on… the clock is ticking.  Lives are marching on. But we’re not stepping out as individuals.

What a waste not to take the chance to DO something remarkable.  To BE someone remarkable… even if only in our own very small way.  What a shame not to be the unique and unrepeatable person we know we could be (if only).

If only what?

If only we were brave enough (or awake enough) to see life for what it is?

[a fragile transient thing of limited unknown duration]

To question it.  And then say “if not why… then why not?”

The single being… [unique and unrepeatable]… that John Paul II spoke of should not be fobbed off and dumbed down by the system… robbed of the creative spirit by the living of a mediocre life…  and denied the chance to be something amazing.

It’s time to hit the travellator running.  It’s time to get out there and swim like heck against the tide.  Confucius didn’t talk about dead fish swimming with the stream for no good reason!  He knew fish. And he was telling us all to get cracking!

It matters not what OTHERS think of you.

What matters is what YOU think of you.

And try and fail… or win or lose… it doesn’t matter.  Except [in the end] to say… that YOU were YOU.

An individual.  Unique and unrepeatable.

And despite the mistakes and failures… the shortcomings and broken dreams… and no matter how things might have looked from the outside looking in… you were [and still are] beautiful beyond description.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white.

Neither need you do anything but be yourself – Lao Tse

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