Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, “I think I’ll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?”
Who was the first person to say, “See that chicken there… I’m gonna eat the next thing that comes outta it’s ass.”
Husband #4 was in telemarketing: even though he knew he had the order, he didn’t know when he would be able to deliver.
Husband #5 was an engineer: he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.
Husband #6 was from finance and administration: he thought he knew how, but he wasn’t sure whether it was his job or not.
Husband #7 was in marketing: although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.
Husband #8 was a psychologist: all he ever did was talk about it.
Husband #9 was a gynecologist: all he did was look at it.
Husband #10 was a stamp collector: all he ever did was… God! I miss him! But now that I’ve married you, I’m really excited!”
“Good,” said the new husband, “but, why?” “You’re a lawyer. This time I know I’m gonna get screwed”!
You are an artist.
Your Life is your art.
Art is not just something in a museum.
It is your life.
I believe there’s a higher purpose for which you were born, beyond eating, sleeping, and sexing. Something beautiful and profound.
Musicians play with instruments. Artists create with tools. Flutes, drums, guitars, reeds, chimes, pots and pans, wooden spoons, pens, paper, clay, metal, cloths, paints, brushes—elephant dung. It’s all up for grabs. But the true “artists” of life—let’s call them “lifists”—create with their hearts. It doesn’t matter if you’re a musician, a waiter, a parent, a teacher or a mechanic. It doesn’t matter if you’re pouring coffee, scrubbing floors, trading shares, or coaching kids on the playground. You can be walking, sitting, speaking, or meditating. It’s not “what” you do, but “how” and “where” you do it from. Are you connected? Is your heart in tune? Are you a heartist?
At any moment you can create magic. At any moment you can do something different from what you have done.
I urge you to let go of what you know. Let go of someone else’s road map.
Blaze your own trail.
Just because what you want to do has never been done before, it does not mean it cannot be.
Transcend what people tell you is impossible.
Especially those who have never done what you are seeking to do.
Deep within your heart there is something magical that wants to be given birth to through you. It is the force of Life itself seeking to express through you.
Anything great or revolutionary that has evolved humanity forward was not done by copying something from the safety of the past. The past is dead.
Feel this moment as deeply as you can.
Let it move you.
And find out what happens.
Your heart is your paintbrush. The entire universe is your canvas. Your life is your art.
If you could paint your picture, where would you be today? I can vision myself being in Italy, rolling hills, grass is green, row after row of grape vines. Air is just right, warmth of the sun shining down on me. People waving as they pass by. Getting closer to the city, I see tall ancient structures, absolutely beautiful, so i explore even further. In awe over the detailed stones, the massive height of the structures. Breath taking!
It began with the usual hustle and bustle as I try to drink down my coffee. I received an amazing call from a little elderly lady thanking me, still not completely awake, it took me a couple of minutes to understand what exactly she was talking about. Three weeks ago I had stopped at this little ladies house that I have been driving by for the last twelve years, always admiring her beautiful flowers. I knocked on her door and asked if I could take some photographs of her flower garden, so to make a long story short, I submitted the photographs to the news paper, along with a story and it was in today’s paper. Yes, it put a smile on my face, but only because I made a little lady extremely happy. And for her to call me made it heart warming.