I went to comment and was then prompted, “verify you are human”. The irony!
Thank you for the raw and the real. Many of us creatives have just become quiet on socials. We are worn out from the polished, filtered, safe art. We all are craving the real, the human, the messy essence of this very journey called life. We figure it out as we go. We feel as we go. We lead as we go. Well done.
Somehow, your comment breaks my heart, Meg. At age 81 I am one that has tried so much with my own brand of raw courage that I am bleeding pretty badly. There is always a huge temptation for creatives to romanticize suffering and then, as they experience it, quickly run back to someplace of a parent comfort. Some people say they don’t wanna live in an echo chamber and then get really upset if anyone criticizes their post. What’s up with that? :-) Blessings to you on your own journey.
I love that perspective. In your experience have you chosen to just continually be vulnerable and choose the bleeding? I think ultimately it’s more satisfying than staying quiet. The creative is made to create. It has to be done, like a compulsion at times. In some ways, stuffing my art has made me ill.
Spot on brother. I sit & watch the birds, and call my neighbors & dig in the dirt.
Something’s gotta shift or we’ll all be like the humans in the world WALLY
We write music and we do a Tuesday night show and sing to the people whoever wants to listen since the beginning of Covid. There’s a lot of reconnection and sharing of feelings that way too. Much love brother .
Ever so often I find myself daydreaming about a less technologically connected world; writing letters to those who live far, waiting, growing food, chopping wood, working with humans in person and not their images on screen. So I'm taking a few steps towards that...
I don't see myself round a campfire sharing stories (had that, no need for it anymore). I see myself on a mountain, together with others, listening in silence into the silence. No music, no talking, no activity. Just sharing a moment of silence together.
This really hit home. I had a conversation with my dad the other night, discussing the differences in our upbringing and how it’s affecting my younger brothers, hooked on the tablets. Hearing his childhood of the 80s really stirred up this yearning for a life I was born too late to live. Just through the shared memories, I could feel the joy of my dad’s unplugged lifestyle, and it inspired me to create more of that in my own life as well. Thank you for sharing my friend🙏
Thank you for recognizing and appreciating what your dad was trying to communicate to you. From the standpoint of someone 81 years old, my heart breaks for your generation or human compassion appears to be hanging by the thread. Thank you for your gorgeous efforts to try to save what matters and expand it.
I resonated with your friend not being able to afford a therapist so she’s using ChatGPT. I am she. Being in a job that I have wanted all my adult life- yet there is no joy. My former therapist is not contracted with my current insurance and the anxiety that was brought on by trying to find a new therapist? Not worth it. So to ChatGPT I go having the deepest conversation that I have had in a long time. Then it hit me- wtf am I doing? Letting AI fill a void? So I’m out here listening to the birds, watching the wind blow the leaves in the trees, trying to release the intrusive thoughts- and a notification of your post pops up. Hits home. Thank you for sharing 💛
Yes to all of this, James. I have met so many beautiful souls via that crazy app that I cannot be completely sorry I’m there. But I’m staying off of it and not feeling the need to share much at all. I joined Substack almost three years ago and love this platform, but it has become so crowded, and the Notes feature seems too similar to those on other social media platforms. The speed with which AI has taken over authenticity and originality is jaw-dropping. It only makes me want to slow down more and, like you, watch frogs splash in the river. Or better yet, turtles sunning themselves on logs. :) Thanks for sharing...
I love what you wrote and I agree. I have enjoyed your posts in the past and now it all feels lost in the ways you have written this piece. I stopped sharing my information with the algorithm monster a few months ago. I found that the emptiness was not worth my time. I am glad you are here. I don’t have a plan yet!? I am waiting to see what feels right and real. In the meantime I can continue to feel like I am adding value by working with people one on one. Blessings to you.
Boy did this resonate with me! You put into words what I’ve been feeling but couldn’t put into words. What I’ve been grieving is the loss of our shared myth.
For a person who does not want to be “an influencer” your comments had a big influence on me. Watch out. If you keep posting such insightful poetry you are sure to expand your reach… and FYI, I am not just a “echo” :-) compliments
Wow, thank you!
Absolutely this ✨❤️
What do you need to influence…that you exist? I’m - you are not a brand…do whatever floats your boat✨
▫️❤️▫️
I went to comment and was then prompted, “verify you are human”. The irony!
Thank you for the raw and the real. Many of us creatives have just become quiet on socials. We are worn out from the polished, filtered, safe art. We all are craving the real, the human, the messy essence of this very journey called life. We figure it out as we go. We feel as we go. We lead as we go. Well done.
Thank you! 🖤
Well said, Meg!
Somehow, your comment breaks my heart, Meg. At age 81 I am one that has tried so much with my own brand of raw courage that I am bleeding pretty badly. There is always a huge temptation for creatives to romanticize suffering and then, as they experience it, quickly run back to someplace of a parent comfort. Some people say they don’t wanna live in an echo chamber and then get really upset if anyone criticizes their post. What’s up with that? :-) Blessings to you on your own journey.
I love that perspective. In your experience have you chosen to just continually be vulnerable and choose the bleeding? I think ultimately it’s more satisfying than staying quiet. The creative is made to create. It has to be done, like a compulsion at times. In some ways, stuffing my art has made me ill.
Spot on brother. I sit & watch the birds, and call my neighbors & dig in the dirt.
Something’s gotta shift or we’ll all be like the humans in the world WALLY
We write music and we do a Tuesday night show and sing to the people whoever wants to listen since the beginning of Covid. There’s a lot of reconnection and sharing of feelings that way too. Much love brother .
💖🙏🏼
Thank you! 🖤
Love, a lot. As much as is possible with black and white stripes of coded language.
Thank you 💜
Ever so often I find myself daydreaming about a less technologically connected world; writing letters to those who live far, waiting, growing food, chopping wood, working with humans in person and not their images on screen. So I'm taking a few steps towards that...
Thank you for sharing your poetry.
🙏🏼💜
I don't see myself round a campfire sharing stories (had that, no need for it anymore). I see myself on a mountain, together with others, listening in silence into the silence. No music, no talking, no activity. Just sharing a moment of silence together.
Beautiful 💜
This really hit home. I had a conversation with my dad the other night, discussing the differences in our upbringing and how it’s affecting my younger brothers, hooked on the tablets. Hearing his childhood of the 80s really stirred up this yearning for a life I was born too late to live. Just through the shared memories, I could feel the joy of my dad’s unplugged lifestyle, and it inspired me to create more of that in my own life as well. Thank you for sharing my friend🙏
Thanks for sharing! 💜
Thank you for recognizing and appreciating what your dad was trying to communicate to you. From the standpoint of someone 81 years old, my heart breaks for your generation or human compassion appears to be hanging by the thread. Thank you for your gorgeous efforts to try to save what matters and expand it.
I resonated with your friend not being able to afford a therapist so she’s using ChatGPT. I am she. Being in a job that I have wanted all my adult life- yet there is no joy. My former therapist is not contracted with my current insurance and the anxiety that was brought on by trying to find a new therapist? Not worth it. So to ChatGPT I go having the deepest conversation that I have had in a long time. Then it hit me- wtf am I doing? Letting AI fill a void? So I’m out here listening to the birds, watching the wind blow the leaves in the trees, trying to release the intrusive thoughts- and a notification of your post pops up. Hits home. Thank you for sharing 💛
Thank you for sharing! 🖤
Yes to all of this, James. I have met so many beautiful souls via that crazy app that I cannot be completely sorry I’m there. But I’m staying off of it and not feeling the need to share much at all. I joined Substack almost three years ago and love this platform, but it has become so crowded, and the Notes feature seems too similar to those on other social media platforms. The speed with which AI has taken over authenticity and originality is jaw-dropping. It only makes me want to slow down more and, like you, watch frogs splash in the river. Or better yet, turtles sunning themselves on logs. :) Thanks for sharing...
Thank you! 🖤
I love what you wrote and I agree. I have enjoyed your posts in the past and now it all feels lost in the ways you have written this piece. I stopped sharing my information with the algorithm monster a few months ago. I found that the emptiness was not worth my time. I am glad you are here. I don’t have a plan yet!? I am waiting to see what feels right and real. In the meantime I can continue to feel like I am adding value by working with people one on one. Blessings to you.
Thank you! 🖤
Boy did this resonate with me! You put into words what I’ve been feeling but couldn’t put into words. What I’ve been grieving is the loss of our shared myth.
For a person who does not want to be “an influencer” your comments had a big influence on me. Watch out. If you keep posting such insightful poetry you are sure to expand your reach… and FYI, I am not just a “echo” :-) compliments
Haha thank you very much! 🙏🏼💜
Jaaaaames! Oh my goodness. I’m so glad you exist.
Thank you! ❤️