Still Crazy ...

When I look at the image above, what it 'seems like' changes in kaleidoscope fashion depending upon my mood. If I'm depressed, sad or lonely it appears the image has no connections and looks cold and empty. If I'm happy, playful and content it looks like an adventure in joy with inviting bright colors offering loops and angles to slide down, swing from and leap through.

I'll never understand how 'art' can be judged when so much is in the eye of the beholder. It gives me a glimpse of my own limitations when I try to understand the mystery of the Goddesses, Gods or whatever... that power I sometimes feel so connected to and other times think I imagined.

At times I love the vast mystery of it all, being 'in the void' feels wonderful and my trust level blows me away in it's simplicity. Then there are moments when I want the answers... answers to the suffering, the horror, the seemingly unjust events that take place. Sometimes I forget how to let go, how to surrender, how to be content within the moment.

Funny how a tweak here and there can change something so completely. People are like that too. It doesn't seem to take a lot for someone to become a person unlike the one I knew before. Another of those mysteries, because some others never seem to change or grow.

Then there is the person who makes everything lighter, brighter, airy and fun. You know the type, no matter what's got you down, they can bring back the sparkle and make everything appear easy.

If you've been waiting for earth shattering wisdom, you won't find it here. After all, the page is called Still Crazy... I just wanted to play with more graphics!

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