So, while Lucille Ball is pure comic magic, Shirley Booth as housemaid really offers me something that I aspire to and it isn't about shiny silver and whiter whites. Shirley Booth had a voice!! What a concept. She spoke her mind. It made no difference whether she was speaking to Mr B (her boss) or the butcher...if she had something to say, she found the words. And the words she found were words you could hear. They weren't strident or overwhelming. Her words were uncensored, heart felt thoughts, concerns & feelings... & while sometimes misunderstood--they were raw, real and present.
I have spent a large part of my life finding my voice. I am a work in progress. It seems to be a universal struggle, at least among my friends both young and experienced: If I say what I think, feel, mean...express who I am...will I be judged, discriminated against, outcast.
In this context: a blog--in the midst of creating art, I could not be more vocal...what a wonderful and daunting petri dish for finding my voice. At the same time, having a voice (point of view, truth) is an essential ingredient in art. But really, having a point of view, is an essential part of living an authentic life. I say this to myself as I approach my canvas today: be real, say it, don't second guess, who you are is who you are, the only voice that you should hear at the moment of your expression is your own--be true to yourself--joy will follow...
May your day have a bit of sass and Hazel to it. Namaste'