Soul Searching Graffiti

August 20th, 2008

This graffito was stenciled on the step leading up to my favorite coffee house this morning. I wondered how many people have been literally stopped in their tracks as they reach for the door, the only thing on their minds a nonfat latte with 2 raw sugars please. I don’t know who’s leaving this guerilla art around town (the last one I saw read, “How much stuff do you need?”), but I love her or him. I get furious at the random tags that are sprayed on building walls or doors or mailboxes, but this quietly subversive sentence made me pause and think about what I’m passionate about beyond Project Runway, cream in my coffee, down-filled chairs, cashmere socks, hot strong tea with lemon, Kerouac, Csezlaw Milosz poetry, gardenias, Il Bisonte bags, Robert Louis Stevenson, Hawaii, all the little lovely things that bring me beauty. And of course, I love my family and friends. I love my little cottage with its prayer flags fluttering in the breeze and the ocean’s reassuring ebb and flow just a couple of miles away. Those are quiet steady loves, the foundation of my life. But what would it take to knock me off my feet, make my heart race, lure me out of my cozy existence? What are you passionate about?

3 Responses to “Soul Searching Graffiti”

  1. Kathleen Botsford says:

    So glad I found you. Your writing is brilliant and soul-filled. Beyond that I’m speechless. Thank you.

  2. Jane says:

    So many things! Pointing out the flaws in accepted logic. Raising up the underdogs. Fighting for almost any just cause. Promoting new artists, particularly those from the working class. Telling the stories of women, even when they don’t have a happy, snap-on ending. Refusing to let substantial issues, like abuse and neglect, slide into obscurity because they are considered “cliche”. Finding the hidden truths and coaxing them into the spotlight.

    Coffee — my drug of choice. Alone time and privacy, because both are healing. Singing into a hairbrush when nobody’s looking. Trying to learn new skills, like Photoshop, because I don’t want to be one of those middle-aged women who are afraid of new things. Watching my daughter grow into a beautiful young woman. Nurturing my own need for unhampered emotions via old movies or books that make me laugh or cry.

    It was a pleasure learning more about you, Nikki, and an inspiration!

  3. Lindsey Beth says:

    Is it sad that I have to stop and really think about this? I need more substance.