February 17, 2025
When there’s too much infinite
Give me a wall to lean against
I’ll build a container and fill it by breaking it
Trick myself to be tickled not attacked by uncertainty
Give me a wall to lean against
I’ll turn to dust and find graffiti in the chalk of me
Trick myself to be tickled not attacked by uncertainty
Use stress as fuel to transformation
I’ll turn to dust and find graffiti in the chalk of me
I’ll build a container and fill it by breaking it
Use stress as fuel for tranformation
When there’s too much infinite
These days, walking the cobblestone streets of San Miguel de Allende, delivers sweet respite from the goings-on in the world. I’m finding it a delicate balance to keep the overwhelm in check and use the present moment as fuel for my future. Before setting out for the day, I listened to Simon Sinek’s interview with Jacob Collier and was inspired to the core, by their talk of the creative process. I took notes… and these notes became a second pantoum
Be your voice
Sit in your room and
Be a self through your voice
Be the source and the sound
Sit in your room and
Be a distillery
Be a catcher of both
The source and the sound
Be a distillery
Be a self through your voice
Be the source and the sound
Be your voice
Creativity will save us. If nothing else, it will soften and help guide our journey. I’m reminded by Victor Frankl’s message in Man’s Search for Meaning. It is a call to reclaim our power in the midst of chaos. Even when life shatters us into infinite fragments, we still choose how to piece them together—transforming suffering into the raw material for meaning. Like building a container by breaking it, we turn each moment of uncertainty into fuel for rebirth, a secret graffiti etched in the chalk of our becoming.
INVITATION
I invite you to choose your creative outlet—whether it’s writing, drawing, dancing, or simply listening to music—and capture a recent moment of uncertainty or overwhelm as the spark for transforming chaos into personal meaning. Then, share your creative journey or reflections in the comments below, and let’s inspire one another to turn raw experiences into art.
See you tomorrow for Day 48, here in the Pantoumery.
What’s a pantoum, you say? I’m writing one each day, for a year. Learn how HERE