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Quote: "Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own lovliness."
-Attributed to George Jean Nathan.

August 5 1998

I've been kind of lax about this but here is last night's dream.

I spent the day alone and at home. I was bored out of my head until nightfall when I began painting. I went ahead and did the purple violet (violent?? Why did I type that first??) painting even though I could have waited until next week. Perhaps I'll see if I can use the scanner if it's free so I can put these painting on the webpage.

My dad came by the house sometime today - but I never heard a knock or anything. I found the note on the door but that's all.

Today's ramble is courtesy of the journal jar:

What is the purpose of my life? Why do I have my gifts and abilities and interests? What is my work? What is my career? What would I do if I could do anything (or won the lottery)?

I will answer the last question first: I would, if I won the lottery or I simply could, travel. I wouldn't do the normal 'let's hit all the tourist traps' thing but I would go see the little out of the way places. I would hike the Appalachian Trail. I would go in search of things I'm not even aware of at this moment.

I think that at least a part of my purpose in this life is to travel, to see this world of ours. A few years ago, I went all over Tennessee and Kentucky - the Smokies to the east; Chickamauga to the south (o.k., technically it's Georgia...), Horse Cave to the north and Land Between the Lakes to the west. I discovered great ghost stories (encounters?) at Mammoth and incredible barbeque in Memphis (it's true - there ain't nothin' like Memphis bbq. Go to Poochies' which isn't but 11 or so miles from Meeman - Shelby Forest. Where you turn right to go to M-S Forest on the divided highway, turn left to go to Poochies'. It's a mile or two on the left) - even nearby are the burial mounds of ancient Native Americans.

I go stir crazy if I can't indulge my wanderlust. Perhaps I'm part kender after all.

I don't know, yet, why I have these gifts, abilities and interests. So many of them are in the metaphysical realm - and always have been. From the conversations I had with 'whoever' in the forest behind the house that I grew in; my experiences with non-ordinary creatures, to becoming a witch. I've been artistic as long as I can remember - at first, all I would draw were horses and it went from there.

I suppose it really doesn't matter right now. When I use my talents, I am happy. When they don't get used...I don't even want to think about it.

My work at this moment is to improve and learn about myself. I'm tired of trying to fit into a Mundane world that holds absolutely no interest to me. I am not interested in making all the money I can get and more nor am I interested in getting all the lastest gadgets and status symbols. My career...I have no idea. I'm not too worried about it though. It'll show itself one of these days. I'm sure of it. I think it'll involve travel, stories and Mother Earth...what do you think?

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