Learning from the Current
There comes a moment when the shimmer of admiration dulls, and we see not the myth, but the person. The revelation can sting. That sting can feel like disappointment, anger, betrayal, and a list of other emotions. And it’s not because the art lied, but because we believed the artist must embody the purity of what they created.
But what I am learning is that art is a current, not a possession. The beauty that reached me wasn’t theirs to begin with. It moved through them, and now it moves through me.
Today, I begin to release the illusion that goodness and genius are the same thing. I hold onto what the art has awakened, and with love, I release the rest to the current.
Reflection Question:
What changes when I see beauty not as proof of a person’s goodness, but as evidence of life moving through all of us?
