Ready?

In life we are ever really ready for the next step, or do we just do it? 

So I wonder if I am ready for this step in my artistic evolution?  And does it matter if I am ready or not?  As an experimentalist, I learn by doing - so until I start will I ever "feel ready"?

                               Start what you ask? 

blogging on my journey

                               What journey?

to open my eyes, mind and spirit -

allowing my inner artist see the world;

to encourage creative curiosity, 

squelch the inner cynic and

continue on this ongoing path!

Simon and Garfunkel's version of

The Times They Are A-Changin' has always resonated with me.

Years ago, I related to the youth feeling that I was independent, powerful and vital... now I hear the words and I fear that if I don't continue to evolve - I'll sink like a stone. I have always found this to be an uplifting song - and I see how it can be seen the other way.  I have always enjoyed change, growth, evolution...

 So let's go around on this continuous circle of life!

I've added some red to the words that really resonate with me.

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You'll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin'

Then you better start Swimmin'

Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesise with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon

For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who

That it's namin'.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, Congressmen

Please heed the call

Don't stand in the doorway

Don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There's a battle outside

And it is ragin'.

It'll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now
Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin'.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'.

"The Boxer" was originally written with a verse that is not present in the Bridge Over Troubled Water version:

Now the years are rolling by me

They are rockin' evenly

I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be and that's not unusual.

No it isn't strange

After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same

After changes we are more or less the same