Final Entry :(

What will I take out of this class? Well besides everything, nothing. Besides the warrior poises, the novels and the ability to connect with myself, I learned how to breathe. I have learned that finding serenity and breath in anything I do will feel like a healing remedy mixed with the poisons I have been trying to create for 17 years, and although these remedies are not yet perfected, this course helped in the creation. When i'm in the hustle and bustle of deciding what my major is, which parent I will celebrate the holidays with and which color would look best as a drop back to my photo journal, I will remember to breath until I find serenity in my soul. So thank you for teaching me the most obvious, yet underrated skill and human being has to learn, breath.

Final Project

With nine 6x6 canvases, I am going to try to portray how I have transformed from a timid, frazzled and less flexible student, yogi and thinker, into a inspired, light, and more flexible one. I am using paper to show my favorite pose I have learned this term (warrior 2). Around the pose I am using colors, shaded tones and matalics to illustrate how I began this corse and how I am ending it. I am using darker colors at the bottom and shading to lighter tones at the top of the piece. To express the closing of my thoughts and how I have learned to control my mind and body, I am placing buttons in significant spots on the piece. I am not sure exactly where I want to place them, but at some point, I hope I will see a place where they fit perfectly. I'm focusing on purple, my absolute favorite color, to express tranquility. I painted the "dark" sides of the painting in purple too to express how even in my darkest sights, I can still find a place of inspiration. I want this painting to explain how I have changed, and as I know that I may be the only one who really understands the significance of the colors, buttons, and movements, I want to portray inspiration to others, while still being content with my own.

On Death

When the soul departs, don't let it determine it's own state and don't sorrow in it's absence for with an open and honest eye, you will soon meet again. And let the death not determine where the soul may go, but let the life once lived direct it. In the day and embodiment of life, love it and when the leaves fall in the autumn, save them for you will become one too and with this acceptance comes complete liberation in the reality of life and in the reality of death. Don't let the death of another scare you from the death of yourself, for then you will be living in a bubble of protection from the world we must embrace. But to die is not to leave but rather to melt into the sun and blend with the sky. So, only when you embrace the moments of tranquillity will you become able to sing the song of life, silence the song of death, and live the song of yourself.

On Prayer

Pray when you are in deep sorrow as well as complete delight and when you are both desperate and indulged for whomever you are speaking to will not only help the needy, but the consistant. Let not your lips be the jurisdiction of your own words, but let the spirits inside you enlighten the prayer. Let the shadows of society undress the real identity of your self and let the the one you are speaking to be also the one who speak to you. You must listen in prayer. Listen to your soul and your goals. Then listen to the response. Invisible and silent it may be but with honest ears, it becomes completely present. And if no body responds, don't let it be the judge of your being but the reminder to humble your soul into the beckoning prayer. There is no way to describe the act of prayer for it must come from within the voices psyche, but when you have reached the point of return, you may continue to feel liberated in prayer and in yourself. The one you speak to cannot give you exactly what you want, but rather exactly what you need; hope and guidance from a earshot because he will listen to you..if you will listen to him.  

On Time

Time is indescribable but we try and try to force our selves into thinking the opposite and that all in good time, we will be where we desire. But when does that stop, when does time stop? If we all knew exactly when our time would end, we would recreate our morals to be more desirable to ourselves and the people around us. We would take care in arranging where things fit and when things could go right, and where things could go wrong. But ignoring the idiosyncrasy of defining time, what would be be without it? If no deadlines were set, no dynasties excited and no months were apparent, what would be the excitement of living and the thrill of never knowing when our time may come. We must use every second to our advantage, take each breath with full appreciation of breathing it, and become one with our own measures of the immeasurable. It would be easier if I knew that on December 21st 2041, my time would become instinct, but that would take the ecstasy out of life and turn it into useless pages of agenda. Life is short, so live it up or count it down.

On Friendship

Let friendship receive the best of yourself. Let her swallow your laughter, poise, your intellect and struggles.  Let her be the one who takes the time to nurture you back, and the one to make you listen, the one to make you live and the one to make you see what you might not have before. Don't let her be the shadow of your existence or let her become your shadow of your existence, but let her fall in the center, and become saturated to your being, as well as hers. Let her experience the worst, so she knows to cherish the best. Sometimes, let the silence of desire overcome you both, then let the joy of friendship absorb you once again. When you part from her, and then return, the bond becomes a stronger one for the lack of vision results in a better understanding of where your love lies. But that being said, don't let her define you...let her illuminate you.

On Self-Knowledge

The batter of the soul is like the whipping cream that tops it and the oven that bakes it. Without each ingredient of our selves, we are useless and unworthy of self appreciation. However, with all of our ingredients and all of our knowledge, our dish can be created. Without knowing who we are, our best selves can not be shared with the world for we would not know how to share them. We must embrace our negative and strive off our positive. In order to overcome complete ignorance of our minds and bodies, we must grow our intellects larger than before, we must spread wide our accomplishments and must be able to stand up with our shoulders broad and our stomachs stretched, and must, must, must, love each bone, each hair, each organ and eye, each characteristic and each soul that has been embedded in us from the start. However if you are a normal individual who is also embedded with millions of miniscule and quite frankly, personally exaggerated imperfections and insecurities, take the minutes in the day and turn them into hours of appreciation, and hours of self awareness and utter moments of erasing instinctual ideologies of yourself. It is your turn to turn off those moments of doubt and shape the person which you would like to become...all by noticing and loving your thoughts, and being absorbed by the knowledge of yourself. This is your universe. Shape it now, or someone else will.