There are moments in the life of artists that feels like the ground beneath our feet is always shifting.
Where unsteady rocks and quickened sand hold that status quo answers for ransom.
Unsure steps approach standard words w/ caution as we navigate the questions of how to live this waking life
While finding a way to maintain in our dreams the actions that feel most alive inside of us,
like giving birth inside a womb pregnant with inspiration.
Fearless hands that stand at attention.
Bold voices casting forth the truth of our existence into the streams of pervasive lies flowing through the current
as Uncalloused hearts that bruise easily with the constant revolving of doors that open again and again to the infinite possibilities of creation
We are planting seeds of expression into the fertility of ripened imaginations
To become a force of words cascading down through broken hearts like streams of water purifying itself along the way.
We are dancing bodies tuning to the rhythm of the earth in the song of liberation.
We are eyes sprouting light from opened hands learning to shift colors into the reflection of our dreams.
We are all invited to participate in telling the stories of an age unsure of its wisdom
To sing in the orchestra of a collective chorus chanting to the chimes of vision
And here lies our work.
To recognize how the sturdiest part of the ground beneath us
Is found in steps that cannot know with certainty if it will land,
Knowing that falling on your face is another opportunity to kiss the earth.
To keep the expression of our being alive in the soil of our creativity
For the ground beneath us is sacred
And it holds us up still.