What do you think, wordpress friends? I’m considering quitting the blogging world. Watch this and you might too.
Driving you home,
traffic lights blink
early morning (night)off.
A car goes steady past
then two joggers,
an up-down flashlight.
Conversation weaves mystic.
If we thank God when things
then we must blame God
when they don’t.
Let God be.
The old saying, Be
here now, now a joke.
It’s still night, really.
Sad Heart, a good dog.
OUR WHOLE LIFE COULD BE A RITUAL
“We could learn to stop when the sun goes down and when the sun comes up. We could learn to listen to the wind; we could learn to notice that it’s raining or snowing or hailing or calm. We could reconnect with the weather that is ourselves, and we could realize that it’s sad. The sadder it is, and the vaster it is, the more our heart opens. We can stop thinking that good practice is when it’s smooth and calm, and bad practice is when it’s rough and dark. If we can hold it all in our hearts, then we can make a proper cup of tea.”
(Wisdom of No Escape) – Pema Chodron
Yesterday I lurched about, creatively. My “creativity slave driver” buzzed around me all day…
First thing in the morning, went next door to my dear friend’s house to have tea, both of us still in jammies. It was delightful! Creativity slave driver: Tsk tsk you didn’t write in your journal.
Went home to clean the house just a bit. Creativity slave driver: Hurry! You need to start typing up those poems!
Made soap. This has been an ongoing project. It turns out that to make soap you have to melt soap! This made me laugh! In my case the creative part is this: I had muddled mint (with a mortar and pestle) from my property and slow-cooked it in oil to create a kind of “essence of mint.” So I yesterday I put it all together and made mint soap. I’m making the soap to give as gifts at Christmas/Hanukah. Creativity slave driver: You are spending too much energy and time doing a tame task, not creative enough!
One of my dear daughters called. She was baby sitting a 4-year-old. She had been telling this young girl about her mom (me!) who used to sing and perform children’s music. She asked me to sing to the 4-year-old! I loved it! Creativity slave driver: Go back to children’s music! You could make a lot of money! You are so good at it!
Saw a client. I’m an art therapist and I see a few clients each week. ”Creativity slave driver” was okay with that, no scolding. I like being thoroughly present during sessions; being as attentive as I can be.
A hurried dinner and then I went to my jazz vocal ensemble rehearsal. Creativity slave driver: You should sing just jazz! Practice jazz theory more! Put together an act and perform, become a jazz singer!
Visited a wonderful friend after rehearsal. We talked about how we lurch about creatively! He has the same “Do this! Do that!” voice in his head!
Went back next door in my jammies for a late night cup of tea. Delightful! Creativity slave driver: You promised to start typing up those poems. Are you going to start tonight?
Got home a little before midnight. Got an email with a song attached that I might like to sing. It’s a great song about Spider Lake and Traverse City! It got me happily excited, and then my creativity slave driver: Do it! Put your local songs together, package them up and sell them next summer! You could make a fortune selling songs about Traverse City to Traverse City vacationers!
Got ready for bed, etc. That dang creativity slave driver was still trying to get me to type out at least one poem!
I over ruled.
From TUT’s daily emails:
If you knew of a spectacular mountain that was very, very tall, yet climbable. And if it was well established that from its peak, you could literally see all the love that bathes the world, dance with the angels, and party with the gods. Would you curse or celebrate each step you took as you ascended it?
Mary, life is that mountain and each day a step.
Perspectives change everything,
[I don't always read my TUT emails any more - but this one is a fresh drink of nice cold mountain water!]