New Short Story Developing

I have a new idea for a short story.

Shamanic understanding of life is far more related to dimensions than experiences.

I initially thought of merging the two, but have decided I would like to tread a line where experience and the reality being experienced become blurred. The main aim is to show that what you experience and where you find yourself in life are related.

Most people do not have concepts for other dimensions beyond scientific constraints (time, length, frequency), while some extend themselves into believing in heaven and hell or cousins thereof.

What if sadness were not an emotion, but a place?
What if depression was a dead end that you could extricate yourself from?
What if happiness was a choice?

I have decided to tackle this little story backwards. Illustrate first and let the illustrations map a path for the story to follow.

Finding colours, mapping textures, look and feel. At the moment I do not even know what my character will look like so I just pasted The Little Dancer in there for now.

As I find more pics I hope to keep my blog updated.

Later,
Reine

The Little Sage

Where have all the wise old sages gone?
Where are the wise leaders who can teach and lead from the heart?
Are there any wisdom keepers who can lead humanity into happiness?

Maybe we should all follow politicians? Great orators who have dedicated their lives to serving their country, maintaining world peace and spreading joy in the world.
Maybe the great corporate machines have our best interests at heart. Creating products aimed at ending suffering, housing the poor and uplifting all of mankind. Surely their great power is not only aimed at maximizing profit?
Maybe we can find these great sages in books? Maybe they have receded into cyberspace? Maybe they have returned to their mountain retreats high in the Himalayas, deep in the jungles far far away.

Where do you find your wisdom?
Where do you find your truth?

Does it come form a book?
Does it come from another person?

Where...?

The Little Artist

It is midnight and the Little Artist is hard at work exploring the creative realms.

Searching for inspiration, waiting for creativity to make its way onto his blank canvass.

I can say that this evening brought no life changing realizations, but I did manage to find a few characters for tomorrows post. Nothing like a few bugs, a bee and an amphibian to get the party started.

Until sunrise...


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The Little Dancer

One of life's most enduring constants is change...

Change always delivers the gifts of newness and uncertainty. 

Our special guest today is the Little Dancer. She was always very intimidated by the unknown. New responsibilities, meeting new people and sometimes just being alone made her feel uneasy.

One day this scared little girl sat down and decided to take a deeper look at herself. What she noticed was that she loved dancing. What she realized was that when she was dancing everything in the world made sense.

Happiness was there...   Joy was there...  Love was there...

 

From that day on, the Little Dancer made a conscious effort to dance her way through life. The Little Dancer danced whenever there was music, the Little Dancer danced whenever there was space. 

Even when there was no music and no space she would go inside, listen to the music flowing through her heart and dance in that space of beauty that exists within us All...