23 February 2009
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14 February 2009
09 February 2009
E. Gilbert on genius and creative energy
I have been absent lately, from this blog, and maybe even myself... wondering about direction, spiritual, creative, physical and asking myself questions: what direction do I want this blog to take? where do I want to live? where do I want to put forth my effort...?
When faced with the Proverbial Crossroads, you are unfortunately susceptible to the cacophony of the opinions of others, some of which is well-meaning and some of which is a not-so-subtle attempt at control and manipulation.
I have always been a fan of "Do It Anyway", as in: "Well, you're never going to make money at this, you know". My response: Do It Anyway.
"You'll never be published". Do It Anyway.
"Your amateur effort is commendable, but So&So is real artist". Do It Anyway.
"You're just a dreamer". (oh, how I love that one!) Do It Anyway!
Don't let unnecessary and irrelevant criticism and judgement keep you from following a dream or just trying something new. Play as hard and as much as you can, and don't worry about what other people think...
Creative energy, flow, divine inspiration: all the same source. Let it flow through you. And watch this marvelous presentation by Elizabeth Gilbert: enjoy.
04 February 2009
31 January 2009
25 January 2009
quote: dr. seuss
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of the telescope... and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
23 January 2009
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20 January 2009
19 January 2009
15 January 2009
14 January 2009
11 January 2009
quote: richard evans
But our task is to get along with imperfect people.
10 January 2009
coconut crab...
this is a real crab... the largest arthropod on land...
lives in the Indian and central Pacific ocean areas...
08 January 2009
04 January 2009
03 January 2009
come back
I hear your silence
The frosted pane
And rooster crowing
Outside my window
Waves against the sand
Standing upright and unforgiving
No matter
As long as thought remains
And truth is spoken for
You think I don’t remember
Mexico so long ago
But see: the illumination
I’ve carried all these years
Tucked into my foreign hand
And beating like a bird’s wing
Against my grandfather’s portrait
It all comes clear as you leave and
Leave us behind to measure
Your memory steps and the
Reason why we’re here
So close I can touch
Your departure come back
My mothers and my fathers
So far down the road
Walking forward away
Crying like a child
Come back come back
Please come back
01 January 2009
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