The Play of LIfe

In the play of life, the soulful performance of those things that emerge from the hidden places will reveal the blessings and curses for what they are–the material of the creative and engaged self. I saw it written somewhere that “art” is not in the eye of the beholder; rather, “Art” is in the soul of the artist. This is where we have forgotten ourselves–art, our art, the art that is ever striving to find expression and a way out, is within. And, it is in the play of life, the rambunctious gamboling of daily living, where we will find it.