Instead of assuming that all things in life must be achieved through “hard work,” perhaps we imagine for a moment that the work can be easy, is easy, has always been easy.
Sometimes I forget that I’m creative, that I came here, in a sea of traveling light that can illuminate even my darkest ideas. “What’s wrong with me?” is the mantra that has created elaborate worry. Illnesses in my head, potential threats and warlocks, taking over the healthy parts of my body. Making them dead. Dizzy… Continue reading tonight, i forget. tonight, i remember.
“I can’t sleep in this fevered dream.” It always starts with a “Yesterday” or a “Last week” or some marker in time, as if closeness or distance matters to what’s right, versus what’s right now. As it goes, yesterday, I received a surprise Reiki session, gifted by my neighbor and former client, Arthur. He wrote… Continue reading Writing and Editing at the same time, in one brain
this lady wrote that the artists, musicians, authors, and scientists and “creative geniuses” she studied all had a solemn bent towards melancholia. some experienced severe mental illness, or had a prevalent history of mental illness within their family sphere. people like Kurt Vonnegut, Sylvia Plath, James Joyce, etc. It’s called, “Secrets of The Creative Brain,”… Continue reading based on a study, where creativity is dark. thoughts?
Slow down. Wake up. Reveal. Empty that busy mind of past-thoughts. Shake the worry and fear of time; the present will not be rushed. Breathe in, breathe out, come back, be here. Anything can happen.
When troubled for things to do, read. When down or stuck or bored, read. To hone your articulation, read. To sharpen the thoughts in your mind, read. Before and after editing, read. Instead of automatically checking Facebook, read. To sober up, read. To get drunk, read. I say this not to make you a better… Continue reading Yo, Whatcha Readin’?
Stripped of your ego, the confines of this body, the self’s listless desires, habits and needs, what are you, really? The essence. The scent beneath the senses. The immaterial you, master of shape-shifting, lover of spaciousness and form. Can you give yourself a color? A material? Are you silky? Matted? Splintered? A quilt of painted… Continue reading Considerations of Self for Non-Fiction, Fiction, and Poetry