Sunday, August 14, 2011

Something like sharpening pencils

words

I write the words but I feed on them too. Not quite like cannibalism. It is like purging myself in order to create more space within. Then, once my words are in the world, they transform unexpectedly. Almost instantaneously, they sow seeds and grow into something else. I think the creative process is about that movement, having that breath, like pumping the blood in and out. Keep putting things out into the world so that your soul can breathe better and nourish itself once more.

sounds

Today I have been thinking about sound... Perhaps sound waves are the very definition of Life because they denote movement. Nature abhors a vacuum and all that. Li-Young Lee wrote in a poem that the 'first sound' was Water - a biblical image. Then I started thinking about the sounds we don't hear that are all around us. We are bathed in soundwaves all the time. We are sound itself, and we form part of that ongoing musical score that the universe is performing.

goodnight

Have a good week ahead, everybody.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Meditations on a Saturday night




When faced with an obstacle, dance through it.

Move with it so that it becomes a part of you.

When that happens, there is no more obstacle.