ON THE CUFF OF MY BRAND NEW EBOOK…”THOUGHTS AND WISHES…AFTER THE STORM”
I FEEL LIKE THIS….
Ain’t nuttin else I’d rather do…
If God came to me right now in the loudest voice possible. Shaking my apartment from the bottom floor to it’s roof tops sayin…
“Sonja I’m here to relieve you of your concerns. You no longer have the financial burdens of an artist. I am giving you the choice to be a permanent fixture in a highly reputable company until the day you leave this planet. A stable income, a beautiful home, annual vacations and pension plans. There will never be a concern of your practical state…you are well taken care of!”
I cannot say I would jump at the offer! I’ve been up and down and all around (like most of us) Dared to go out on my own, without companions, maps or guides. Plagued with jealousy and the quiet defeat wished upon me by others ( I know who you are ) I’ve eaten corn for dinner and borrowed money ‘til my resources have dried up but…will I ever stop being an artist? Even if it’s not paying what I desire right now? Can’t say I would.
How blessed am I to wake with musical colors dancing around my head no one can see but me? Words flying out of my mouth on stage with little permission from my conscious mind, that has people crying in corners from liberation and joy? Who else wants to admit they see peoples hearts WAAAYYYY before they hear their story…and love them for it anyway? Am I the fuckin second coming? Oh heellll no but, I’m special….because I’m an artist. I’m a healer. I’m bold because I dare to write tales of redemption and poetically call people out on their shit. I’ve been called ( like many ) to boldly stand in the face of TOTAL practically and prove it’s solitary importance is null and void.
Us artist are fueled with the power of faith and spiritual nourishment. We KNOW we have a purpose beyond survival. Don’t get me wrong…please…survival is necessary. However, if we plague ourselves with the practical importance of this earth walk and abandon why we are here; If we totally denounce our creative urges to heal, to express, to do our absolute best with the internal material that was given us….We are ultimately slapping GOD in the face!
No sir! No ma’am! I deny you’re offer to be anything less then myself…I’d rather pour my guts onto the floor and risk being laughed at and ridiculed…obliterated if that’s my destiny! Nothing matters more to me then watching BOLD, COURAGEOUS PEOPLE OF VISION change the minds and hearts of those with doubt!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR OFFER GOD, BUT I OPT TO REMAIN ME!!!
SONJA MARIE, THE ARTIST!!!