Category Archives: keynote speaker on creativity

Poem: Stretch

by Angie Mack Reilly

Stretch.
Stretching a rubber band.
Stretching a muscle.
Stretching the truth.
Stretch a note.
Stretch a line.
Stretch a piece of gum.
Stretch your imagination.

The Untouchable Dream

The Untouchable Dream

Photo and written entry by Angie Mack Reilly

Originally published on Facebook January 15, 2009 at 9:46 PM

I have come to learn that some dreams are touchable and others are not. So how does one distinguish? It is a matter of accessing the risks, the time, and the reality of the dream.

Some dreams are just fantasies not worth pursuing. Others are very attainable through real goals, focused attention, and hard work. I have achieved dreams so far in life. I have had dreams to do recording projects. I have had dreams to grow in my career. I have had dreams to buy a house. All of these were attainable through real goal setting, focused attention, and hard work.

There are other dreams that I hold tightly inside that are not so attainable in my opinion. We shall see. But it is very important for the dreamer to distinguish between fantasy and real dreams. A fool chases fantasies without considering the final outcome. It takes great wisdom to be a dreamer and to choose which dreams are worth pursuing and which are considered only fantasies.

Why Do We Compete So Much?

Competition for Thought

spiritual musing by Angie Mack Reilly, author and speaker on creativity

How many games would you say that you watch in a year?
You know, football games, baseball games, golf tournaments……

Please pause and think about an actual number.  Really.

Now say this.
“Competition.
Has been on my mind at least
*insert your number* times this year.
At least.”

You want your team to win.
You want your guy to win that tournament.
Win.
Win.
Win.

Conditioning to win.  Conditioning to win.

We need to consider how much we think about competing and fighting.
It absolutely baffles me that people waste so much time watching competitive sports.
Competitive.
Things that cause parents to attack each other on the basketball court.
Teens shaming a soon-to-be all star player with an embarrassing photo.
People literally everywhere are competing.
Businesses. Political parties.
WE. NEED. TO. STOP.

This is not why we are here.
A house divided cannot stand.
We are not to be competing black v. white, gay v. straight.
Stop. Competing.

We were not called to win over flesh and blood.
We were called to win over principalities and powers.
We were called to fight fear with love.
Love in action.
This.
My dear humans.
Is why we are here. To love in action.
Not to win.
With winning, there is dominion.
Ultimate dominion over another.
We are not called to dominate people.
Hear me.
We are not called to dominate over people.
The sex scandals, the political hate, the corrupt industries.
Almost all corrupt industries.
Not even the church is safe.
The schools aren’t safe.

Is the government looking out for our safety?
Are the pharmaceutical companies looking out for our safety?
Is an unborn child safe in the womb?
Who is safe?  The food industry?
Who feels safe?

In order to feel safe from uncomfortability, some of us acquire as much wealth as possible no matter what the cost. You bet we will trumple over the poor. After all, “It’s me, the CEO, versus he, the guy with kids struggling to keep his marriage together because of financial stress.”

How many families have been destroyed?
The love of money is the root of all.
Yes.  Evil.

I am calling it that today. And so did you.
Don’t we teach our children to share and be kind to others?
Why does that change?
When does that change?
Now we are teaching our children to fight even earlier through video games, television and handheld devices. We have stopped raising them with the values that matter in a civilized existence.

Neighbors helping neighbors.
Evil is happening at a rapid speed. I see it.

The internet brought us an advancement of education and communication.

But it also accelerated evil.

That is why we need to walk in the light.

I keep reminding myself and now you………

Love in action.
not dominate to win.
Love in action.
not dominate to win.

This is why I love the arts and why you should too.

It encourages community over competition.  Kill the arts?  Kill the community.

DISCLAIMER:  Remember that the purpose of the true artist is, sometimes, to get others to think.  Writing is an art form that can be just as minimalistic or abstract as any painting or dance can be.  Most of my work is to get others to think.   Poetry is an artform.  So as you read my work, imagine sitting in a museum and listening.  Not everything needs to be literal in life.   And we need to quit getting so damn offended and nit-picky over every single word.  Social media arguments are sucking the camaraderie.

My poems are actually more like monologues or mini sermons.   They are intended to be spoken.

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The Artist Cries by Angie Mack Reilly

The Artist Cries

by Angie Mack Reilly* 2019

Where empathy lacks
And judgement abounds
Is where the artist lies
The artist cries
And they keep walking by
Greed is thick
So charity is sick
Money given upward
To impress CEOs with bribes
That feed their vanity and ego
I know
The money needs to flow down
Down down down like rain
Down down
Down on the people

*Feature photo also by Angie Mack Reilly

Poem: I Love Contradictions

I Love Contradictions

by Angela K. Mack © 1/6/09

Feature photo by Angie Mack Reilly (c) 2015

I have always preached,
“The best art forms contain the greatest contradictions.”

I love contradiction. It is the drama of our existence.

Right now, I am humored by the earth being blanketed by cool virgin snow.
Meanwhile, my burning heart is inflamed with the passion of my prime.

The earth is being cooled and my soul is flaming hot.

Contradictions.

My nerdy and shy highschool friend is now a diva.
Another boy has pleasantly matured.
Popular friends have vanished
and unknown ones have become beacons of light.

Life has a way of leveling
and bringing the obscure to the spotlight
and the stars to the pit.

Life is full of drama and…
the best drama is full of contradictions.
Who would have known
we would all end up here?

Mistakes by Angie Mack Reilly

(c) August 10, 2008

Mistakes happen….it’s OK

Mistakes are a part of the creative process as well as the human condition. The first artistic mistake that I remember making was when I was in grade school. I was doing a paint by number of the cartoon character, “Underdog”. I was working on the nose and went outside of the lines with my black paint on accident. So I tried to smooth out my error and messed it up even more. I remember being so angry with myself for not being able to “paint by number” perfectly and stay in the lines. The more I tried to fix it, the worse it got.

Artistic types often have perfectionist personalities. I know I do. I always tried so hard to be the straight “A” student, the “star” athlete, the “favored” employee, the “perfect mother”, the “most beautiful wife”, the “best” Christian.

I have failed at some time or another in all areas and the person I disappointed the most was myself. After 37 years, I am trying to learn to lighten up on myself. It’s impossible for anyone to be perfect.

In art, I have found that mistakes are a good thing. They seem to speak, “take this project in a different direction”. “Don’t force it. Don’t try to fix it.” As I have learned to embrace mistakes and admit that they are there, I have found greater peace. Some of the mistakes in my artistic en devours have actually turned the piece into something much better and different from my original plan.

I must remember that I, as a human being, am a work of art. Could it be that the mistakes that I make in life will somehow turn me into something better? I do know that with the more mistakes I have made, I have learned to be more humble and more merciful, loving and forgiving toward those who have failed.

Mistakes happen. It’s OK.

Poem: Voices

Voices” by Angela K. Mack © 1/6/09

I listen to VOICES for a living….

mainly, voices of inexperience

wanting to be heard yet lacking the depth

THAT COMES WITH LIVING.

I listen to VOICES for a living…..

needs that want to be met

that chase me down and sap me

IF I AM NOT TOO CAREFUL.

I listen to VOICES for a living…..

the arguing voice, the whining voice,

the voice of reason and seduction

AND I AM OVERWHELMED.

But occasionally, very rare, I get to SPEAK.

My passions and my soul are GIVEN CONSIDERATION.

My words are dissected and analyzed by CURIOUS MINDS.

And once a year, I get to sing and be heard.

I get to write and be understood.

It is a great thing when one is listened to.

It is a great thing when expression is found by acceptance.

It is a great thing when the suppressed emotions are released in resounding strengths.

This is why I listen to VOICES for a living.

Do unto others as you want them to do for you……..”