This I know: to begin again, one must stand in a clear way for something more fresh and authentic than before, right? Right.
To begin again I see with new eyes.
To begin again I make a cup of coffee, open the window to catch the afternoon breeze.
To begin again I adjust my attitude to include that all day, every day, is a new day. This is the message of Emerson The Labrador. Every single day holds a possible trip to the Lake. Yes it does.
Beginning, by its very nature, is a fresh start, regardless of the timing. While the kitten has to wait for another 3 mos. before he can go outside, he is not thwarted, discouraged or even affected by a limitation beyond his scope of understanding.
Starting a fresh notebook on a clear, winter day in Sausolito, a writing prompt grows its own line.
My creative expression seems to begin with warm-ups. Kind of like an easy yoga routine before giving a massage, get my synovial fluid flowing within my own joints before enrolling my clients in their new flexibility. Sometimes writing, sometimes staring out the window at the morning emerge over the hill, sometimes three cups of morning coffee.
Good to know that the creativity does not go anywhere. My attention may rest elsewhere, but the essential creative thought remains, quiet in its waiting.
Calling names like procrastination, avoiding, blah-blah is merely moving air. Has nothing to do with the basic instinct of the creative.
Creative is spiritual practice. Is noticing the environs within as well as the outer world. Is interacting within both worlds.
A quote for today, from the Artist's Rule, by Christine Valters Paintner.
To begin again I see with new eyes.
To begin again I make a cup of coffee, open the window to catch the afternoon breeze.
To begin again I adjust my attitude to include that all day, every day, is a new day. This is the message of Emerson The Labrador. Every single day holds a possible trip to the Lake. Yes it does.
Beginning, by its very nature, is a fresh start, regardless of the timing. While the kitten has to wait for another 3 mos. before he can go outside, he is not thwarted, discouraged or even affected by a limitation beyond his scope of understanding.
Starting a fresh notebook on a clear, winter day in Sausolito, a writing prompt grows its own line.
My creative expression seems to begin with warm-ups. Kind of like an easy yoga routine before giving a massage, get my synovial fluid flowing within my own joints before enrolling my clients in their new flexibility. Sometimes writing, sometimes staring out the window at the morning emerge over the hill, sometimes three cups of morning coffee.
Good to know that the creativity does not go anywhere. My attention may rest elsewhere, but the essential creative thought remains, quiet in its waiting.
Calling names like procrastination, avoiding, blah-blah is merely moving air. Has nothing to do with the basic instinct of the creative.
Creative is spiritual practice. Is noticing the environs within as well as the outer world. Is interacting within both worlds.
A quote for today, from the Artist's Rule, by Christine Valters Paintner.
Come to the edge, He said. They said: we are afraid.
Come to the edge, He said.
They came. He pushed them, and they flew. . .
Guillaume Apollinaire
