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Psalm 39

God breathed in.
I was born.

God breathes out.
I will die.

Thus is the scope of my life.

August 16, 2015

Delightful #SurrealPhotos by Robert Jahns will brush your sadness away: https://zorz.it/iTahr

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The Shapeshifter

“Let your ‘Yes’ be yes and your ‘No,’ no.” — Matthew 5:37

Last night, before sleep, I found myself thinking about the way I change.

Not always dramatically. Not always visibly. Sometimes it is a small shift in tone, a slight adjustment in posture, a revised sentence, a softened opinion, a joke added too quickly, a silence held too long. Sometimes I do not even know I have shifted until later, when I feel the ache of it.

I have called this being sensitive. I have called it empathy. And I think that is partly true.

There is a gift in being able to read a room. There is a gift in noticing the tremor beneath someone’s words, the disappointment beneath their politeness, the anger beneath their quietness, the plea beneath their criticism. Some people move through the world loudly, unaware of what their presence does to others. I do not usually have that problem. I notice. I absorb. I adjust.

This can be love.

It can be pastoral. It can be merciful. It can be wise. It can help me avoid needless harm. It can help me make room for others. It can help me speak peace into places where bluntness would only bruise.

But there is another side.

Sometimes I do not simply respond to what someone has actually said. I respond to what I believe they might be saying. I answer the accusation I imagine beneath their question. I apologize for the disappointment I think I see in their eyes. I defend myself against a criticism that has not yet fully arrived. I revise myself before I have even been asked to explain myself.

And then I disappear a little.

The shapeshifter survives, but the true self waits somewhere behind the curtain.

This is where the gift becomes a burden. Empathy becomes prediction. Sensitivity becomes self-protection. Peacekeeping becomes evasion. Instead of staying present, I become fluid. Instead of saying, “What did you mean?” I silently assume. Instead of saying, “That hurt,” I swallow it. Instead of responding honestly in the moment, I retreat, rehearse, reinterpret, and let the thing fester.

Then anger comes later.

Not always because the other person was cruel. Sometimes because I abandoned myself too quickly. Sometimes because I changed shape before I knew whether change was required. Sometimes because I mistook someone else’s reaction for a commandment.

There is a difference between being responsive and being ruled.

There is a difference between empathy and erasure.

There is a difference between humility and hiding.

Maybe the work is not to stop being sensitive. I do not want to become hard, oblivious, or careless. I do not want to lose the part of me that can feel the emotional weather in a room. That part of me has helped me pastor, create, love, listen, and make peace.

But perhaps I need to learn a slower form of shapeshifting.

A sacred pause.

Before I adapt, I can ask:

What did they actually say?
What am I imagining they meant?
What am I feeling in my body?
Am I trying to love them, or am I trying to escape discomfort?
Is this a moment for flexibility, or a moment for truthful rootedness?

The goal is not rigidity. Trees bend in the wind, but they do not become wind. Rivers change course, but they still remain water. Christ was deeply responsive to people, but he was not controlled by every expectation placed upon him. He listened, but he also withdrew. He answered, but he also stayed silent. He served, but he did not surrender his center.

Perhaps that is the invitation: not to stop changing, but to stop vanishing.

To remain kind without becoming formless.

To remain open without becoming absorbent of every accusation.

To remain peaceful without pretending I am not hurt.

A Possible Action Response

When I feel myself shifting too quickly, I will try to pause before I change shape. I will breathe, feel my feet, and ask myself: What was actually said? What am I adding? What do I need to ask before I assume?

Then, when possible, I can say:

“I may be reacting to what I think you mean, not what you actually said. Can you help me understand?”

Or:

“I want to respond honestly, but I need a moment so I don’t answer from fear or defensiveness.”

Or:

“That feels like criticism to me, and I want to stay open, but I also want to be clear about what you mean.”

These are not perfect words. They are practice words. They are small anchors. They help me stay present without hiding, defending, exploding, or disappearing.

I do not have to become whatever this moment seems to demand.

I can be loving and still be myself.
I can be sensitive and still be solid.
I can be peaceable without disappearing.

The shapeshifter does not need to be banished. He may have saved me many times. But maybe he does not need to run the whole house anymore.

Maybe he can become a servant of love rather than a servant of fear.

Maybe he can learn to change shape slowly, honestly, prayerfully.

Maybe he can finally rest.

Prayer

God of truth and tenderness,

Help me honor the gift of sensitivity without becoming captive to it.

Teach me to listen deeply without imagining more than has been spoken. Teach me to care for others without abandoning myself. Teach me to receive correction without collapsing, and to feel hurt without hiding it until it turns into anger.

Give me the grace of the sacred pause.

When I feel myself shifting too quickly, help me breathe. Help me return to my body, my heart, my center, and to you. Let my yes be yes. Let my no be no. Let my silence be honest, not evasive. Let my words be gentle, but true.

May the shapeshifter in me become healed and holy. May he no longer serve fear, shame, or resentment. May he become a servant of wisdom, compassion, and peace.

Keep me open.

Keep me rooted.

Keep me from disappearing.

Amen.

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

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Lucifer! Always so soaked in your petty pride!

Merci for the compliments, Lilith, just... You know, try not to scratch my plumage chic et raffiné given to me, and only me, during Belphegor's travel to New Caledonia. I'm quite fond of this noblest fabric, which you're ruthlessly perching on..."

Ah, the lovely cosmic strife! The cosmic strife never changes, does it?

This video displays a digitally animated, glowing purple and blue octopus centered against a dark, star-filled cosmic background. Its head is a multifaceted, crystalline orb containing a swirling pink and blue galaxy. Bright cyan light emanates from beneath the creature and from within its body, highlighting textured skin with small luminous dots. Below the octopus, the white, glowing text "OctopAI" is prominently displayed.

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"The Star Jar"
Small-format watercolor surreal illustration with an anime-inspired aesthetic

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“Time Passes at 24 Frames a Second” • #Acrylic on canvas over wood panel 30.5” x 20”

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“Time Passes at 24 Frames a Second” • #Acrylic on canvas over wood panel 30.5” x 20”

#mastoart #fediart #fineart #artist #artwork #art #artistsonmastodon #originalart #surrealpainting #surrealart #surrealism #surrealartist #surrealartists #contemplativeart #introspectiveart #personalart #noai

“Time Passes at 24 Frames a Second” • #Acrylic on canvas over wood panel 30.5” x 20”

#mastoart #fediart #fineart #artist #artwork #art #artistsonmastodon #originalart #surrealpainting #surrealart #surrealism #surrealartist #surrealartists #contemplativeart #introspectiveart #personalart #noai

Heads Up!
#Photography #Conceptual_Art #Surreal #Surrealism #SurrealArt
#BlackAndWhitePhotography
#Monochrome #BlackAndWhite #Art #MastoArt #Pumpkins #MonochromePhotography #BNW_Photography #EOS #EOS90D

Paint it black - girls in their summer clothes.
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#BlackAndWhitePhotography
#Monochrome #BlackAndWhite #Art #MastoArt #Solarized #Solarization #MonochromePhotography #BNW_Photography #EOS #EOS90D

11 Beautiful Artworks That Seem to Grow From Nature

https://streetartutopia.com/2025/09/22/stunning-artworks-that-seem-to-grow-from-nature/

“The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.” - Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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#oliverwendellholmes #beach #kiss #selfcare #love #dreamwave #psyart #tattooart #retrovibes #trippyart #beach #fitness #strangeart #couplegoals #trippyedits #acidcore #loveislove #goodvibes #glitchart #surrealart #darkart #weirdcore #kissing #weirdart #skullart #psychedelicart #acidart #skull #asteroid #skullasteroid

“What force is more potent than love?” - Igor Stravinsky
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#love #stravinsky #malls #goodvibes #photography #dreamwave #psyart #tattoo #ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃ #trippyart #gothaesthetic #darkfantasy #strangeart #fantasyart #trippyedits #acidcore #collageart #kaybeetoys #capitalism #surrealart #darkart #weirdcore #nft #weirdart #skullart #psychedelicart #acidart #skull #asteroid #skullasteroid

Elsie
on my SuperRare
Link: https://superrare.com/0x3d5b8fa85d6aa7e8980c704dd2ca5aa6930c2c7a/elsie-4

#art #arte #artist #kunst #contemporaryart #portraitart #portrait #surrealism #superrare #krita #surrealart #darkart #contemporaryportrait #drawing #dibujo #oilpainting #MastoArt #nftcollector #nft #cryptoart

Iris on the phone. Private collection. Displayed in NY Times Square.

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#acrylic #oilpainting #nft #nftcollector

My two trends in art.

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I'm working on abstract compositions that are painted in a way that is inspired by how the Dutch Masters depicted textiles and other organic objects. I call it Pre-industrial Abstractionism.

#art #ArtMatters #kunst #abstractpainting #abstractart #weirdart #surrealart #surrealism #organicart #gothaesthetic #gothicstyle #gothic #grotesqueart #grotesque #decay #fantasmic #fantasm

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