A Poem - STRENGTH - by Autumn Boyet Stinton

Strength – by Autumn Boyet Stinton

September 2016

 

When you peer at the life of one labeled strong,

Do you see truth or what you’re told does belong?

The man that lifts poundage to the very extreme,

Is he stronger than one who lifts spirits but yet is not seen?

The woman who manages business tasks great and small,

Stronger than she who answers the 1 am wee babies call?

A man who is steady and falters not once in his life,

Better than he who falls and must claw out of personal strife?

One who plans and organizes a life just right,

Better than one who trudges on in life’s dark night?

To define what you’re looking for in the meaning of a word,

One must consider if the definition is crisp, twisted or blurred. 

What may be truth for me, won’t resonate with you,

But is lessens not, what one person finds to be true.

Strength is as different and unique as the come,

Found largely ingrained in the soul of each one. 

So don’t label strength based on muscles or such,

It can’t be just about excess and having so much.

True strength is defined by means left unspoken,

And mastered by those who’s will is unbroken. 

A Poem - BELIEVE - by Autumn Boyet Stinton

Believe – by Autumn Boyet Stinton

September 2016

 

I hope you believe

In reaching a goal

I hope you believe

In taking control

I hope you believe

In mysteries & truth

I hope you believe

In vibrancy of youth

I hope you believe

In dancing & song

I hope you believe

In joy all along

I hope you believe

In oceans & trees

I hope you believe

In the mountain breeze

I hope you believe

In the sun & the rain

I hope you believe

In relief from your pain

I hope you believe

In faith and in hope

I hope you believe

In learning to cope

I hope you believe

In kindness & love

I hope you believe

In the heavens above

I hope you believe

In quiet & peace

I hope you believe

In sweet, sweet release

I hope you believe

In something bigger than you

I know you believe

I know that you do!

Self Doubt - The Monster that can be BIGGER than Life!

I came across an email that I sent to a friend a few year back and it made me think about the inner struggles that I don't believe are unique to me.  As a matter of fact, I don't think it is unique to an artist, but more a human tendency to self-doubt or be our own worst and most difficult critic.

I thought I'd share the message here:

"I can relate to the personal inner struggle that your large blank canvas brought about.  Those same emotions came to me this past spring when I was staring down a 4' canvas that I purchased and loved.  I knew the instant I saw it what I wanted to paint...like a beacon of light, the idea and image came to me and yet, every time I walked past the canvas at home...it seemed to be screaming, "na na na na na!  You can't paint me!"  And I didn't.  As the weeks went on, I became afraid of the taunting accusations that canvas was spitting out at me.  Before long, I moved it to the closet so as to avoid the turmoil it caused me.  But, the painting I was walking around with in my head kept shining...and one day...I just pulled it out and trusted that it would come...just as it should!  Don't get me wrong, it was a process.  I think taking on a "big canvas" is all about letting go as an artist and as a person....because there it is....AS BIG AS LIFE....Staring you down...flaws and imperfections right up front for all the world to see! 

But, here's what happened to me.  Suddenly, I could see those flaws and inadequacies that I was so afraid of baring to the world and they didn't look so bad.  At that point, a freedom came over me...in more than just the sense of an artist (or in my case a dabbler in art) ...I came a bit unraveled as a person!  I saw truths about myself...truths that were worrisome, but I was able to slap them up on the canvas and paint the reality and color of them for all to see.  The painting that came out of that experience has so many flaws...and it took on a life of its own....No, it took on a representation of the life I call "my own."...and I FELT something connect between me and the canvas.  I felt a sizzle at the end of my paint brush...a connectivity and oneness from me to the canvas.   Somehow that large canvas was sucking something out of me that I had been unable to tap into before.  But there it was....and in the end, I had a piece that really felt like a piece of my soul. 

 I hung that canvas at the end of my hall.  Since then, I've watched people stand and stare at it.  The whole time, my nerves wring their hands and sweat a bit as I wonder what they are thinking and if they see the mistakes.  I watched, even my husband, who knows me better than almost anyone, stand and really look at it.  Then, recently, at a party, I had a guest grab my hand and march me down the hall to stand in front of it....and we stood there looking at it.  It was an extended period of time.  So long in fact, that a few guests walked past.  After a couple moments I turned my gaze to her and watched her eyes run the lines of the limbs.  Suddenly she squeezed my hand she was still holding and she whispered, "I want it!"   I tell you, NO JOKE...my heart skipped a beat!  I had poured something so personal and exposing onto that taunting canvas and someone else "wanted" it!  Talk about liberating! 

 So, I guess the lesson here is to tackle those canvases (or situations in life) that pose a bit of unsettling discomfort with reckless abandon!  Pour yourself into them, onto them and all around them!  AND then....wait to see what comes out!" 

I think that about says it all...