Waiting By the Stream...

[sooZen]

I probably shouldn't clutter up this board with my innanities....knowing that doesn't stop me. I know this streamer guy pretty well. We celebrated our 32 Anniversary on January 12 and lived together a few years before that auspicious event so I have no fear of him or the clutter in my wake as I paddle down my own rivulet.

Sometimes I ask him, "who is this mtmynded guy? Do I know him?" for little of our repartee resembles his streams or flows. Mtmynd is a river, a gushing flood of higher thought processes, an enlightened mind but does he resemble the guy I had to drive home last night from a party because he had a bunch too many? Hardly but yes, it is the same guy...abet, soggier but the same.

Mine is to deal with realites, the day to day events like earaches or dog poop. I am the realist in the family, I don't paint anything in abstracts and yet, that is one thing that attracts me to him.

He has been culling out stuff from the pile, yea mountain, that his mother left in her wake after her death a year ago September. It has taken us all this time to 'deal' with it because of the seemingly overwhelming task, but deal we must. He comes up from the basement yesterday with a piece of masonite. "Should we throw this out? He's smiling but all I can think of is 'can't he paint on it or something?' That's how my mind works, find a use and use it. Don't discard anything that is essential for creativity. (You can accumulate a lot of crap that way).

Anyway, he suddenly flips it around and there before my eyes is this painting that he did when he was 18 years old! Crude in some ways, not his usual acrylics but oils that he had found that his sister had abandoned when she left to get married. But I recognized it as him, this mtmynded fellow...I could see him there....the impasto, the spirals, the geometrics...I think I can recognize a blue bird in this slather of paint and flame and universe. He reminds me that I was but sweet sixteen when he painted this. I think of him painting in the basement, me somewhere else, sixteen and rebellious of something and he painting a blue bird diving into an ocean of paint.

Who is this mtmynd? This man child fool genius that I so adore and yet can frustrate me like no other on the face of the planet? "You are the 'buddhabitch' he likes to remind me" (sometimes with heavy emphasis on the 'bitch' part) Yes, I am. dealing in realities, the earache, the dog poop...and yet I am the one with the good sense and I had enough good sense to choose him to paddle up, float down, sink and swim with, on this river of life. Panta rhei (my friend's handle) means 'everything flows'...and so it does.

Happy Lover's Day Cec...you are still fast asleep behind me as I write this. I had the gall to invade your space and will continue to do so until one of us is pushing daisies. hah!

Yours forever,
SooZen

[Lightning Rod]

I have tears in my eyes, sooz

this is beautiful

the old fart better take you out for some messican food for this.

happy V-day to you both

[Artguy]

Wake up the bum and sit him down to read your words ....then celebrate your flowing river together.....you remind me very much of the dynamic in this house ....my other the pragmatist....now making soup and me with my head in my creative clouds ....splashing about maniacally in this rushing river.....and she throwing me a life line from the banks of the river....

[stilltrucking]

Don't discard anything that is essential for creativity.

the power flows between you, just a karmic throw of the dice what role we get in love between the genders,

pretty nice valentines card,
cecil a fortunate sun.

[singlemalt]

32 years! Congrats.