Ode To The Past ~ Not Owed To The Past

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The past .. the present and somewhere in the next moment, the future, like a trilogy all their own, these three can’t help but co-exist and why shouldn’t they ;)
There are tons of books and articles about leaving the past behind us and some of us might not quite understand what that actually means .. or what it can mean.

Some of my most inspired heartistry has come rushing in on the waves of ‘remembering’.  I’m a softy for nostalgia and an intrepid time traveler.  I often find myself sweetly reflecting on days gone by, dusting off a memory and using it to create something in my present ..  YES, I am wonderfully grounded in my ‘now’ with visions ahead of me,  a map to keep me in step along my journey AND I know what to ‘keep’ from what’s happened behind me.  I write odes to the past, not IOU’s.  I’ve traveled so far in this life and there are some very sweet treasures in some of that luggage that I’ve brought along beside me, but to see this, I had to be willing. I had to be brave!

The important thing to remember is  just like rummaging through the garage on cleaning day or a dusty old attic, think about what you want to keep and what you will do with it. Closing up that garage or boarding up that attic, isn’t going to make the contents go away and the same is true for your mind!  It takes a brave soul to be willing to look in all those nooks and crannies but I know that as a heartist, you have what it takes to do just that.

open bottleLook at the past and sort your antiques from your trash and then decide what trash can be transformed into treasure.  In your new creations, you won’t need to hold onto the junk anymore.   I re-purpose tangible things all the time .. a broken plate becomes a mosaic, an old canvas can be repainted over and over again .. our tears can be unwanted, rusted stains or honored as timeless patina.  I do the same thing with my past!  I take a sweet tidbit and sometimes, something not so sweet and I create a brand new, meaningful art piece in my now that inspires me and lights my way in my future.  An ode to the past is not a martyr to the past .. it’s not anything being owed to the past or sacrificing your present or future happiness for the sake of it.  What memory can you re-purpose? What can you re-create?  Somewhere amid all those fragments, you will find your most beautiful and touching heartistry and all you need is the will and the want, to re-create it.  Simply pick it up with compassionate hands, a brave heart and soft eyes .. then give it a look from a different angle.  You will see the possibilities, the new light transforming ages of old into your own sacred treasure trove and with a little love of your artist hands .. you just might inspire someone else along your way!

ode

noun
1. a lyric poem typically of elaborate or irregular metrical form and expressive of exalted or enthusiastic emotion.
2. (originally) a poem intended to be sung.

Remember .. I said ode to the past, not owed ;)

The art picture here is my ‘Message In A Bottle’ necklace ~ a perfect way to remember and recognize. To see more of my heartistry ~ Visit My Shop!

Don’t Worry Be Happy

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Worrying dissolves and nullifies happiness. Think about it.. The day finally  comes when you’re getting that ‘well-deserved’, much needed vacation! You even  say to yourself rather convincingly, that after all these months of hard work,  You’ve earned it.

Then, there you are, basking in the shade of the royal palms, the sand  between your toes, warm sun on your face and wham! an abrupt, random bout of  worry pops into your head.. “Did I lock the door? Turn off the iron? Will the  dog, kids, house, yard.. you name it be okay? Oh.. I bet the ‘work’ at work is  piling up already.. what will they do without me?”

We learn the habit of worrying at a young age.. and notice, I said ‘habit’.  After all, we’re taught that worrying is our ‘responsibility’. As teens we’re  taught to ‘worry about our future’ – as parents we learn the art of ‘worrying  about our kids’.

Here’s the thing, worrying is a toxic ritual and it does nothing more than  dilute our joy with endless, improbable possibilities that rarely, if ever,  culminate. It keeps us in a flipflopsconstant state of denying happiness and in an  imagined need for resolutions to problems we’ve yet to have.

Ironically enough, just by thinking those negative thoughts, you  inadvertently bring them closer to you.. you reinforce the very things you’re  trying to prevent. So, why not focus on what you’d truly like to have,  especially when it’s there for the taking.. Focus on the happy, the joy and bask  in it. Don’t let worry dishearten your wonderment.

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Unconditional Love ~ A Song For The Heartist In Us All

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Click here to listen to Unconditional Love by Talesha Hogan

When we stumble, we often don’t stand … Others stumble, we often stand by.  We are so innocent … falling off our feet in the dust.  We mistake the dirt and dust for who we are.
I invite you on a journey of stumbling, wobbling and standing with renewed faith. ‘Unconditional Love’ is an Epic and Interactive Musical of Life, Spirit, and Embracing that Spark within us that God never loses faith for.  ‘Unconditional Love’ is a revelry, inciting that spark in becoming a blooming bonfire!

Penned and shaped from a life of challenging experiences and triumphant breakthroughs lined with faith. Talesha urges our hearts to grasp that Love inside us with both hands.

 

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Well I’ve tried to measure up, I’ve stood on tiptoe
Hoping somehow maybe I would grow
And I haven’t given up on happy endings
But I realize now, we’re all just human
Cause I’ve made mistakes and I’ve shared heartaches
Even hiding the Sun finds my face

Chorus:

What is this Love? What is this Love?
The only kind I’m looking for, sacred and secure!
What is this love? What is this love?
The kind my heart won’t break to endure …
It’s Unconditional Love ~

Verse 2:

Well I’ve worn some other shoes that didn’t fit me
Thinking I could not relate, here in my barefeet
And I’ve painted on a smile, when mine was fading
There were places in my life, I felt like trading
Cause I’ve made mistakes and I’ve shared heartaches
Even hiding the Sun finds my face

Chorus:
Bridge:

unconditional loveLove is where you stand when all you’ve lost is close at hand
Love is what you choose when all that’s left to give is you
And I say play your part, lose your heart or you will never know
All that’s hear that wasn’t clear is now an open road
Chorus
It’s indescribable, it’s unexplainable .. It’s Unconditional Love.

Written and Sung by Talesha Hogan © 2008

‘Unconditional Love’ is a performance and musical extravaganza featuring the songs and Heart-isty of this Sacred, Introspective and Precocious Woman ~ Talesha Hogan

 

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