The Power of Perception
She paid a dear price in lemons once....
What is the thread that transcends chaos, failure, loss and death? Being a maker, creating, is a way of finding that coherence. There is so much time spent failing, experiencing loss and chaos. One thread for me is staying current with my dreaming life, with the night.
Try to Praise the Mutilated World
The last post was about stories, and how they can be maps for the human dilemma, a way to come to terms with sorrow, loss, tragedy and impermanence. The bigger picture– the direction that poetry points us toward– gives us a glimpse of "a coherence that transcends chaos and death". (Susan Brind Morrow)
Once Upon A Time
You can see this any day. It is both time and place at once. It is of transcendent beauty. It is the agent of all transformation. It is the origin of all things. It is so familiar that it is known by all. Yet so familiar it is forgotten and unseen. But even forgotten it is the one essential thing: the dawn.
(Susan Brind Morrow, The Dawning Moon of the Mind: Unlocking the Pyramid Texts)
Begin With a Line
For the present moment let us content ourselves with the most primitive of elements, the line. At the dawn of civilization, when writing and drawing were the same thing, it was the basic element. –Paul Klee
Come Further In
Clouds. It was a bizarre preoccupation, perhaps even a frivolous one, but he didn’t resist it. He went with it, as he often does, despite not having a specific goal or even a general direction in mind; he likes to see where things go. - Jon Mooallem
Bound/Unbound
This image came from a vivid dream of a rattlesnake. It was folded, not coiled, into four quarters and tied with four cords.
Enjoy Your Problems
This week I have had a chance to reflect on how my love for mythology and my Buddhist training influence my process of making.
Evoking Story Mind
There are two kinds of journeys we all make. The first is the journey you can map. Your destination is clear, the map will show you the shortest way from here to there. The second is the journey where you go by instinct. Not even a compass will help you. (Nancy Willard, The Left-Handed Story)