When you are feeling too dull and too domesticated get on a horse, sit tall in the saddle, and for a moment live in a world that feels like risk and adventure.
I am due at the page.
We don’t always know what makes us happy. We know, instead, what we think SHOULD. We are baffled and confused when our attempts at happiness fail...
A sketch book freezes time. It is an instantaneous form of meditation focusing us on the worth of every passing moment.
I am what I am again: a writer. I have metabolized the injury into art.
When we put the pen to paper, we articulate things in our life that we may have felt vague about. Before you write about something, somebody says, ‘How do you feel?’ and you say, ‘Oh, I feel okay.’ Then you write about it, and you discover you don’t feel okay.
Writing just for the hell of it is heaven.
If you think of the universe as a vast electrical sea in which you are immersed and from which you are formed, opening to your creativity changes you from something bobbing in that sea to a more fully functioning, more conscious, more cooperative part of that ecosystem.
Writing is a spiritual practice in that people that have no spiritual path can undertake it and, as they write, they begin to wake up to a larger connection. After a while, people tend to find that there is some muse that they are connecting to.
We don’t often talk about the fact that writing is all about rhythm. When you get too up in your head, you can lose a lot of your writing. Sometimes what a writer really needs to do is go dancing.
Our internal artist is always our creative child.
The essential element in nurturing our creativity lies in nurturing ourselves.
My heart holds the world in tender awe.
A working artist is a playing artist.
Soul is not about function; it’s about beauty, form, and memory.
When we write about our lives we respond to them. As we respond to them we are rendered more fluid, more centered, more agile on our own behalf. We are tendered conscious.
Some people find it easier to picture the stream of inspiration as being like radio waves of all sorts being broadcast at all times. With practice, we learn to hear the desired frequency on request. We tune in to the frequency we want.
As a writer, I find holidays often disturbing, not liberating, in their disruption of tempo, their open-ended time.
Exercise often moves us straight from stagnation to inspiration, from problem to solution, from self-pity to self-respect.
Try approving of yourself just as you are, and spoiling yourself rotten with small kid’s pleasures.