expression - the word that encapsulates this season i am in.
Saturday, 9 April 2016
expression
just returned from tbg 2016 and i am still reeling from the immense, ineffable feeling of how important art is: how important context is; how important culture is; how important finding a medium of expression that feels so you is; how it is really these little things that keep us sane & alive - dancing vicariously through the international/local acts today made me realise how i've not been pursuing the things that light me up on the inside enough; how it has been such a long time since i have felt like i really pushed myself to the limits in expressing myself - i've been so dormant & so cautious in pursuing these things that i love that i've forgotten how much they actually mean to me.
Saturday, 2 April 2016
proverbs 4:23
'calcify, calcify, calcify', all the while the voices in my head rang, 'one more is bonus but without is also fine'.
the first track on my sound cloud playlist in sync with the thud of each foot placed forward on the treadmill - 'expression': how apt a name for the first track (first now & then) i had turned to as an assertion of independence & found to be more than sufficient - to still feel so characterised that if i have to be a track this is definitely it. the mirror is so fittingly placed. you are beautiful. you are attractive. you are a strong, independent entity. you are complete - in Him, yes you are complete. what a cathartic moment it is, feeling the fatigue - of the moment, of the physical, psychological & emotional evaporate with the steam of invincibility rising again from within, emerging; pushing through; triumphing, to feel its manifestation in the lightness of steps with my gaze transfixed all the while ahead. i am flying in tune with 'expression' - i am the expression.
i am human, with the capacity to love but more often than not enamoured with the idea of love. i don't want a golden calf, a mere object i channel and pin all my affections on. i don't want any objects of worship, for the sake of having something to worship.
i will be the walls of jericho, broken asunder by the will of god alone.
the first track on my sound cloud playlist in sync with the thud of each foot placed forward on the treadmill - 'expression': how apt a name for the first track (first now & then) i had turned to as an assertion of independence & found to be more than sufficient - to still feel so characterised that if i have to be a track this is definitely it. the mirror is so fittingly placed. you are beautiful. you are attractive. you are a strong, independent entity. you are complete - in Him, yes you are complete. what a cathartic moment it is, feeling the fatigue - of the moment, of the physical, psychological & emotional evaporate with the steam of invincibility rising again from within, emerging; pushing through; triumphing, to feel its manifestation in the lightness of steps with my gaze transfixed all the while ahead. i am flying in tune with 'expression' - i am the expression.
i am human, with the capacity to love but more often than not enamoured with the idea of love. i don't want a golden calf, a mere object i channel and pin all my affections on. i don't want any objects of worship, for the sake of having something to worship.
i will be the walls of jericho, broken asunder by the will of god alone.
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