on outsider art

and creating an illuminated life

I didn’t wake up this morning.

I didn’t wake up this morning because my old friend insomnia paid me a visit and I do not think I slept last night.

Maybe I did.

But it does not feel like I had a moments rest.

Insomnia is an old, unwelcome friend.

This friend used to invite me to rage and smash and break things.

These days all it can muster from me is perhaps a growl and an all night shame spiral.

Shit.

A full day awaits.

I have too much to do.

(it’s a really full day)

A full day and I’ve limited resources.

But as a remarkable fool?

No problem.

No problem?

Here’s the deal dude. We fools never have the resources we really need.

Today?

I have even less.

Perfect.

But despite the mess, lamenting what I don’t have, even when it’s something as essential as rest does not help.

The art of life is the art of making the most of what we have.

Maude Lewis lived in pain and endured constant abuse. Every surface of the hovel where she lived shone bright with optimism and delight. She lived in a world without shado…