|From Happy Nataraj's fundly blog. Go check it out!|
Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God—what is good and acceptable and perfect.
This is a post for my friend Happy Nataraj (pictured above), about artists and healers and others who don't fit in the box. Go support his campaign to create beauty here: A Happy Rebirth.
Support his campaign with money. Support it with the time it takes to watch the videos and see what he is about. Support it by adding your name to his page. I know a lot of us are living on the edge and
have no cash, but we have time. And we can send love by showing up in his supporter list!
I've been thinking a lot lately about the brokenness in our world, and the ability of artists to heal. Some of us dabble in art, like tent-making pastors, working a 9 to 5 if we can get it and creating on the weekends or in the wee hours of the night. But others of us are stronger/fragile and the art calls us to account. Happy is like a thread of gold in a tapestry, unexpected, stubbornly out of place, and necessary for the tapestry to live and breathe.
I met my friend Happy at a Pride event a few years ago. He was performing spoken word for a gathering on sexuality and spirituality in the black church. With his honey voice and careful words, he graced us with a glimpse of spirit that day--on a day when the folks gathered needed healing. Gathered around open wounds festering from being lgbtq in the church, Happy's art reminded us that we can survive and thrive through the most difficult times.
Happy is a wanderer and a story-teller. He is strong enough to refuse conforming to this world's demands, knowing that to do so will destroy his art. Happy's greatest longing is to find healing for himself so that he might give to others and the world. In his own words:
I know who I amWe have forgotten the importance of our artists. We have forgotten that those who cannot or will not conform to this world show the rest of us the way out of our own strangled knots. When we are stuck and cannot continue another minute, it is our artists, writers, poets, song writers, videographers who act as our spiritual guides.
I am a master artist
I am a healer
I am a Transgender Shaman
I am a black man
and a mother
I do not qualify as a human being in the eyes of many people
I am a product of raclsm, clasism, and transphobia
Admittedly, I am a wounded healer
I know the path to healing...
In their own way, artists take on the health or illness of the society in which they reside. How we care for them matters. Please take a minute and visit Happy's site. Become a supporter however you can. And then forward this post around facebook and twitter. This guy and his art matter to me.
A Happy Rebirth