About The Girl
- NON SEQUITURS UNITE
- California, United States
- Not-so-silent observations that splinter my conversations. Harnessing the steady flow of random thoughts and musings that continuously interrupt my daily conversations. Paired here with my artwork and photographs from recent adventures. Non sequitur (pronounced \ˈnän-ˈse-kwə-tər\)- a response which, due to its apparent lack of meaning relative to its context, seems absurd to the point of being humorous or confusing.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
“Too often it is we who won't let life be simple.
Why must we squeeze it and bite it and slam it against what we've convinced ourselves are our great powers of reason? We violate the innocence of things in the name of rationality so we can wander about, uninterrupted, in our search for passion and sentiment.
Let the inexplicable sit sacred.”
Marlena De Blasi , A Thousand Days in Venice: An Unexpected Romance
In this moment I am loving the vivid imagery of these words.
There are times when my knowing inhibits feeling. Times when my need to understand prevents the subtle truth from just being.
We are such bullies at times...to life, to truth, to others, to ourselves...
Like silly-putty in rough, child-like hands I've shaped and battered many an issue within my own head. Repeatedly forcing reason onto the most unreasonable situations and people. Like trying to extract juice from a pear. Some things are just not meant to be...
Fascinating that I still attempt to attach meaning and method to these events and circumstances.
I have been chronically struggling with the daily realization that several prominent individuals in my life have completely disparate core values and operating systems from my own.
Yes, simply acknowledging the difference was a step. But I couldn't leave it there. I wanted to UNDERSTAND. I needed to find some explanation or reason that would somehow make it all clear, acceptable, excused. Perhaps I finally battered these ideas around until there was nothing left. No reason. None. Zero. No way to rationally explain them. And no reason to...
Wait?! I don't need to understand or accept for them to exist?!
In recognizing these differences as inexplicable and sacred I somehow shifted behind the struggle, into a gap. A space that allows me to find peace beyond the conflict. It's as though the world has suddenly, miraculously, flipped upside down into a playful somersault. Everything looks changed...
What are you struggling against that is inexplicable and perhaps, nonetheless sacred?