Sometimes a leap is a leap in understanding– sudden ah-ha! moments where something comes in just at the right time in the right way and we are able to see it/hear it/ feel it… Sometimes a leap is something more akin to blind faith, you do something because you can’t not do it, even if… Read More
Fever- an opportunity to put down the “pen” and go lie down. Sometimes the right thing to DO is to do very little. Sink into the not doing. Let the creativity come in dreams. Share This:
Most of us carry self stories, and most of the stories, I’ve found, are inherently limiting in nature. We rarely have self stories about our expansiveness, our amazing gifts, our flexibility, our resilience, our capacity for wonder, our ability to connect, our immense love, or graciousness… Usually they are about roles, sometimes about capabilities, and… Read More
So these questions of identity have sort of lead me to think about when I was little. Most career books or counselors ask us to go back and resurrect our fundamental passions and beliefs to try to regain that innocent connection to our true selves. The question is usually something like this: When you were… Read More
So in the last post, I picked up the gauntlet that Eric threw down, talking a bit more about self-stories by reprising my first post from this blog. It ended asking how powerful it would be to ask the question “Is it still true?” And I spent some time thinking about the power in a… Read More
My dear friend Eric commented on my previous post: “… I would like you to talk more about fiction. The stories we tell about ourselves play a huge role in determining the courses of our lives whether you regard the stories as fiction or not. I’ve been having conversations about this topic within my family. Some… Read More
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ground fog by marsh in winter Not loving it. But something has kept me from painting over it. Sometimes when I am creating, I go too far, keep poking it, keep messing with it, and end up messing it up and losing whatever was special. In painting, I often wish I had stopped a few… Read More
taken with my phone I am coming to like the fact that I never *quite* know what I am going to get when I use my phone camera, since there is a weird delay, a weird distortion, and it is always darker, fuzzier, grainer than I expected. So sometimes, I hold it up and away… Read More
Creating is often such a solitary endeavor– it is so hard to explain to folks who are not consciously creative what it means to struggle so deeply with the process, with identity, with self doubt, with whatever is produced, while still clearly and deeply loving it. Not quite a dysfunctional relationship, but clearly one of… Read More
