romancing myself somewhere in the forgotten Okanogan, 2018

 

In June I had someone tell me I am not working hard enough and another person say I need to learn how to play. Paradoxically, they are both simultaneously completely true and deeply false.

My play is deep: expanding my known spectrum of pleasure and pain while hucking Rattlesnake in the tall grass and soaring with Eagle over the nude alpine. My work with the pen and in partnership with clients is a creative exhale that lights up my spirit.

In this way, there is no need for 'compromise' in the arc of creation and recharge; the things I don't have or can no longer afford I don't miss. This whole jubilant mass of my daily work carries me to its culmination, to Source, in a way the opposite of the motion of a river.

 

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