~This is an existential post that deals with matters of great consequence~
"The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
The actual events in a nutshell
It all seems so faraway now ; painting that first stool for Amethyst, my then 3-year old daughter, in the basement of Sam's parents.
It really impressed his colleague, and she suggested we paint a few more pieces, and join the monthly artisan market to support the local train station. It was a very exciting idea, and we did have some success, and followed for a while with other craft fairs, but we never reached the audience we were hoping for.
However, it was a great period of our life, a memorable experience, and we had the opportunity to meet some very interesting and creative people.
A couple of years later, we found our dream house, a little cozy shack in the woods, the perfect canvas for all our inspirations and meaningful treasures.
Looking back at my humble beginnings, I remember how proud I was at the time, and what a major accomplishment it seemed. And everyone's compliments helped too, and now I wonder: were they just humoring me?...
Being told you're talented makes it sound like a gift, that's only been handed to a few...it does make you feel good inside, for a little time, until that day you went to the library and found that amazing book about murals...that made you feel like a junior, like a little kid in their underwear drawing doodles.
And a decision was made: It's time to evolve!
Stepping up to the next level meant envisioning whole room transformations, and we started with our bedroom , which became Pepperland. Now, if only every time we entered the room, George Martin's Pepperland suite would play that lovely song, that would be heaven...
Next , it was Amethyst's room , who thinks pandas should live in a rain forest, so we provided them with a shady spot and some bamboo.
And so on, slowly but surely, our house metamorphosed into this multiverse where you can step from one reality to another , just by opening a door.
It's been some 5 years since that little stool, that veteran that still stands in our bathroom, all splattered with paint and scratched. It's probably the most significant thing to us , a valuable lesson that the first step is always the hardest . And also, the rest :).
This wonderful adventure has been nurtured by many great, inspiring people, and fortuitous circumstances, without whom and which we would not be 'here'.
" It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye" ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
The "material" world may be easily quantifiable ; but, along the way, outside of the tangible realm, an inner transformation took place ; subtle , invisible changes , recurring existential questions that keep us meditating and focusing out beyond the edge of the board, at a bigger game.
The things we have in common with clouds, with the sea ; the ephemeral beings that have an existence so momentary and yet it is so meaningful... what's all this jazz about and how much do we create the world with our intent?
If reality is arbitrary, there's a different perspective and flavor, to each of us humans, we're an aperture through which the Universe is looking at itself, rejoicing at the amazing diversity that there is ; drifting in a world of creativity , of music, art, poetry, laughter... this life is meant to be enjoyed, every single day of it...
And we finally get to the point...
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But before we go, here's a little humor to brighten the day :
A Zen master visiting New York City goes up to a hot dog vendor and says, "Make me one with everything."
The hot dog vendor fixes a hot dog and hands it to the Zen master, who pays with a $20 bill. The vendor puts the bill in the cash box and closes it.
"Excuse me, but where's my change?" asks the Zen master.
"O my brother," says the vendor, "change comes from within."