Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Random Acts of Collaging...

"Living here on Earth, we breath 
the rhythms of a universe that extends 
infinitely above us. When resonant 
harmonies arise between this vast 
outer cosmos and the inner 
human cosmos, poetry is born."

~ Daisaku Ikeda

"The earth is supported by the power of truth;
it is the power of truth that makes the sun shine
and the winds blow; indeed all things
rest upon truth."

~ Chanakya

"Before enlightenment - 
chop wood, carry water. 
After enlightenment -
chop wood, carry water."

~ Zen Buddhist Proverb

"To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay,
there's the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come..."

~ William Shakespeare, 'Hamlet'

My creative juices have been able to flow again...knocking a hole in the dam that life has built (via the continual onslaught of daily chores, and working the daily grind at the 'mill') has helped. Room for creativity is something that has to be accommodated no matter what. The continued health of my inner self depends on it...


  1. I know what you mean about room for creativity being a requirement, no just some floofy option.

    For the last year I've been working 70+ hours/week (an opportunity for digging our family out of a hole arose and I couldn't say no.) and I feel like I've been living inside a whirlwind. Flashes of life make it through the swirl of obligations, but even though I know I'm doing what must be done, what is right, I still feel half dead most of the time. Separated from the very people I'm working for. Separated from myself, and what I can only in this context call the Great Flow. This can't be right.

    About three weeks ago, I brought my guitar and viola back out to the living room. I put them away when things got so busy, thinking that I could not justify time spent with these old friends when I had so many responsibilities.

    As my fingers become reacquainted with the strings, I feel like I'm slipping back into the stream. I have no less work, but if I play for five minutes while my coffee is dripping, and 5 minutes more before bed, it doesn't take any real time away from all the boring, draining things on my schedule. Instead, I feel enlivened. Sorry that I can't play longer, of course, but I can move through the day with more heart.

    I am sure that you have experienced this, too. No drawing, or no music, or no [creative endeavor of choice] drains you, and even a little of time spent with the muse refreshes.

    This is a lot longer a comment than I expected to write; please forgive me if I've hogged up too much space or bored you.

    But thank you for your blog. I always feel inspired when I read it, and I LOVE the Patrick O-Hearn. On your advice, I have bought some of his CDs and they are wonderful to hear while I'm working.

    1. Thanks for sharing...I agree that even the slightest amount of time spent doing something creative makes all the difference...trying to get back to the space where creative endeavors are just part of a regular day, rather than having to force the time into the day...that's what I'm settling back into-slowly but surely...it's far too easy to fall out of that unconscious habit...No worries on your comment length...feel free any time...so glad you are enjoying Patrick O'Hearn. :)

    2. Oh! And thanks for your kind words about my blog! :)